There was something cold in the air. Something devoid of anything kind or warm. It was the opposite of summer, and quite the opposite of winter cheer as the wind howled in the night. However, Antonin felt totally at peace in all of this, eyes wandering over faces in the building before him. There was nothing more imperative to him than completing his task in a timely manner, but how to go about it? People disappeared everyday, the Dark Lord made sure of that. This was his will, Antonin was his right hand.Â
However, this wasnât one of those tasks unfortunately. Really depressing in his opinion. The best Christmas gift he could ask for is to watch the light leave the eyes of as many blood traitors as he could find, for now, he settled for scaring the life out of someone. Stalking as they turned down the alley, he began to whistle. It was chilling the way he approached, eyes completely empty as he wandered towards them. âYou know how easy it is to break a bone? Without magic I mean.â He explained as he got close enough, step by step like a lithely cat. âIf hit in the right place, with the right force... some bones no matter how solid just....â He made a snapping sound. âI of course prefer to see the white pieces break with my own eyes. Almost as pretty as watching the snow fall. How about you.... want to see some bones break?â














