Thread: The Dark Order (HP RP: Retro and Atom)

The man's thin lips formed a sneer as he watched the fiery redhead lose her temper. The slimy man was one of his lieutenants, yet he strangely did not care that he was being tortured on the floor. After all, he did bring it on himself. However, as the fiery redhead lost her mind, some of Silvermane's better operatives took the notion to be one step ahead, disarming Moira and with an arm around her neck and three wands pointed at her, their escape route was cut off. Just to think, if they would have left that stupid little boy, as skilled as he was, they would have at least been able to escape with their lives. What a shame. The Death Eaters fell around her, writhing in pain, still being unable to recover. Silvermane took this oppurtunity to step out. It was quite the show and he wanted to show her that he appreciated her work. Simply smiling at her, Silvermane started to fire green bolts of another Unforgivable Curse at his fallen comrades. They were grunts anyway, when one fell there would be another three to take their place. That was what was nice about winning that last conflict, there were no shortage of cowards to follow blindly about behind the Dark Lord. Sure, Silvermane had a few favorites, but it wasn't anyone here. Silverman even took the time to meet eyes with the fiery redhead as a green bolt fired from his wand and hit the slimy man on the ground. Pointing his wand at her, he was ready to dispell whatever spell came at him. After all, his dueling skill alone allowed him to rise the ranks of the Death Eaters and he highly doubted she was the duelist to dethrone him. He knew how to block any spell. That was the key, he was a defensive duelist. What a nice job. The man sneered as he looked at the work they had done. What was once a full room of blathering Death Eaters, only stood the grey haired man himself, the red haired hot head, a handful of Death Eaters, and of course her squeaky, less confident friend. As they stared each other down, he tried to decide what to do with her. In truth, he killed all of his own men, she didn't quite seem to have the guts. Sure it was one thing to use an Unforgivable Curse for the first time, and sure it was one thing to use the torture curse, but in the same sense, she had made an effort not to use the Killing Curse. She probably didn't have it in her. With skillful eyes, he noticed small things around them. First, there were the dead Death Eaters around him, then there was the attained member of her party behind her towards the door, then there was her. Yes, she had a look of pure anger and hatred around her, but there was something else. There was something about the two of them and something between them that would have made her so angry that he had fallen in battle. Friends? That was for sure. Siblings? No, she would be in a far less functioning state of mind should that have been the case. They were clearly more than just friends or co-workers. Silvermane picked up on this quickly. I'm so sorry for that ill placed spell. He said as he slowly walked in a circle around her, wand still pointed at her to block any spell that would come his way. I was actually aiming for you. He said with a laugh. I mean, such a shame to end the life of such a skilled boy. I mean, WANDLESS MAGIC? He said with more emphasis on that last part. Who would have thought that someone who practiced that forgotten art actually still existed? And at a such a young age too. In truth, it was almost like Silvermane was stalling for time. What the hell was he going to do with her?