Well, this wasn't how this was meant to go.

Tom sighs and tries to relax as he does up the front of his battle robes and fixes his hair to be the most 'Dark Lordy' for the umpteenth time in that half a hour. Tonight he was getting his best followers back no matter what the ministry or the bloody Order had to do about it. He wondered briefly about the condition his followers were in. The Dark Lord was especially worried about Bellatrix. Despite common assumption, Bella wasn't in love with him, they thought of each other as siblings.

He looked at the article on his bed side table. He saw Bella's, Rod's and Stan's photos and instinctively ripped it out of the Daily Profit. It was five years since it's release and he'd been practically obsessed with their escape ever since. He'd read the actual article and had ultimately decided that it was just to ease the public about their boy wonder going missing. He was probably receiving special training or ... something. Dumbledore wouldn't let that happen to his precious boy-who-lived.

 A knock on his chamber door brought him out of his mussing. Calling out "Enter" after straightening himself up, Tom smiles as his youngest and favorite House elf shuffles in.

"M-Master Dark Lordy, sir. Blonde Lady Man is saying that preparations are readying now." Bibbles squeaks, only slightly terrified. By now, she's learnt that when her Master Dark Lordy is wearing his long, black shirt that you should nots annoys him.

Tom can't help but giggle at Bibbles name for Lucius. It took a while for him to work it out at first, but it never ceases to entertain him.
"Thank you Bibbles. You've done so well. I'm very proud of you."
He giggled again at Bibbles' blushing face at the praise.
"Wanna go see what Lucius wants?"

"C-Could Bibbles goes back to the kitchens sir?"
Bibbles sounds quite worried about disappointing her Master.

"Oh course you may Bibbles."
Tom smiles after she disappears with a crack. He sighs as he stands up.
#Nagini, come here.#

The Reticulated Python slithers out from the gap behind the wardrobe and makes her way over to Tom.
#What do you need Hatchling?#

#You need to make me look intimating.#
Tom replied as he wraps her around his shoulders like a unnerving scarf. With one more look in the mirror Tom apparates out to the thrown room to lead his Death Eaters out to battle.

Hello Beautiful People,
Your skin is looking so clear, anyway, I wanted to say thank you for being so patient with the last chapter. I just want to say I get awful procrastination and writers block.
Love you all
AlohA