Traitors in the Storm || The Dark Lord ||

There was a crack of lightning and the rumble of thunder as Mimette timed her arrival on the dark lane, not far from where the Dark Lord conducted his business. The clouds were so dark they appeared black, the star speckled sky was gone from view. As the rain fell hard against her cloak, Mimi pulled it closer, making herself a little more snug and warm, protecting herself from the cold. The wind was strong, violently shaking the branches of the trees as Mimi walked with the wind at her back, blowing her cloak forward and whipping it against her legs.

Mimi spent her days as a receptionist at the Ministry of Magic in Britain. She was friendly and cheery with everyone she met and showed a compassion that she very much lacked in reality. Tonight she would be with her Lord, at his side as they weeded out a traitor from their ranks. They had a few individuals joining them but they weren’t going to be aware that they were going to be summoned, they wouldn’t even know why they were being summoned. The Dark Lord was a man of mystery and he owed no answers.

The old manor that the Dark Lord liked to conduct his official affairs in stood before her a little farther down the driveway and then the path to the front door. There was a barrier in place that stopped any unwanted visitors from getting too far, killing them if they passed without the appropriate requirements. Only those that new the spell was there knew the spell to temporarily let the shield down for visitors to pass but there would be no visitors tonight. Anyone that passed that barrier without a dark mark tonight would be dead but they were removed from civilisation enough that it wasn't common for people to accidentally try and wander onto the manor grounds.

Mimi made the walk to her masters hide away in the rain, still hugging her cloak in tight as lightning struck again and the thunder rolled. Passing through the gardens on her way up the path Mimi's mind was rushing with thoughts of who the traitor among their ranks might be. There was the obvious, Meadowes. Blood traitors didn't often change their minds now did they? And what exactly prompted such a change? Mimi had it on good authority that Roddy Lestrange was a through lover, but surely that wasn't enough to tip the scales in their favour, and then there was the fact she was an Auror too, she certainly seemed like a likely candidate. Then there was Albany Criss. Weak minded and pathetic. He may have been raised in a pureblooded family but he was always out for gold. If he'd sold off any information regarding their operations then Mimi wouldn't have been surprised. Avery Senior was a possibility. Perhaps the man was bitter about being pushed aside for Minister. He'd had a taste of true power and then had it taken away. He could have sought revenge in the form of ratting out some of his fellow death eaters.

Mimette left her cloak in a closet near the front door and made her way through the once grand home that was now in need of perhaps a little tender love and care. Her legs automatically carried her to the ballroom where the Dark Lord hosted his events with his Death Eaters. He was a gracious lord. They could have easily have been convening in the dark damp sewers, or in a run down old hovel, somewhere destitute, but no, their Lord welcomed them into a place that he placed every effort in protecting them from those that wish to seek them out and destroy their cause.

Helena Turtlap, she thought. That was another individual that could possibly have been the traitor. She was a coward of a woman and a disgrace really, but she had contacts. Good contacts at that, but Mimi always suspected that her cowardice might have her tattle on them some day. She somewhat hoped it was Edvawrd Hamiling but only because he was a complete imbecile. Mimi approached the empty dais, imagining him sitting there, every bit as regal as a Lord should be. She stepped up towards it, running her hand gently over the top. She leant in close, pressing her bosom to the chair, taking a deep breath she took in his scent and let slip an almost silent groan of pleasure. He'd been here recently, she was sure of it. Mimi straightened herself and stepped down from the dais and took out her wand. She aimed it at the fireplace and another crack of lightning struck, lighting the room through the windows the rain pounded heavily against. With a quick spell Mimi lit the fireplace and then stowed her wand.

Unlike most of the Dark Lords followers, she had not been summoned here tonight, at least not in the traditional sense of the Dark Mark summoning. Mimi had been told the evening prior to this that something would be happening. Her master had informed her that there was a traitor among their ranks, one that must be dealt with swiftly. She was privileged with knowing the Dark Lords thoughts. He shared with her what he would not share with anyone else and it excited Mimi in a way that no other could excite her. His trust meant everything to her and after she'd been at risk of losing it over some unhinged whore, she was never, ever going to let some bitch come between them at all. Any risks of that ever happening would be taken care of at once, even if she got into a little trouble for it. "My Lord," She spoke after rapping her knuckles against the door to a side chamber, the room her Lord often prepared himself in or invited a follower or two into to talk business. She took a couple of steps back. He was now aware of her presence, although he probably kept an eye on who was coming an going and would know of her presence long before she even knocked on his door.

Tag: Lord Voldemort
Words: 1,030
Notes: The suspects: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes, Albany Criss, Aurelius Emeric Avery, Helena Turtlap, Edvard Hamiling
Outfit: My love Lord <3 Her mask is tucked away inside her breast pocket, ready for when the summoning begins.