For the last four years, Cyril Malfoy had been presumed dead after he completely disappeared. Cyril often disappeared, but the last time, not even his family or closest friends were able to contact him. He’d been kidnapped by former Grindelwald followers who were angry that he had brought in the last of the acolytes years ago. After his escape, Cyril discovered everyone thought he had died– so to keep from bringing up any more emotions, Cyril retired to a small home in Venice. Just that previous night though, Cyril received a call tipping him off that Michel Delacour was hurt. And that the Knights of Walpurgis and the Order of the Phoenix were going to need an experienced mediator as they attempted to work together against this new threat.
Cyril apparated to the site of a small pub where a supposed meeting was happening between both Knights and Order members to discuss the events of the rally. He pushed open the pub doors and smirked, “you’re telling me I only had to die for everyone to get in the same room?”
james sipped on his firewhiskey, letting the burn of the drink calm him down as his eyes roamed around the room in an impatient manner.
the meeting simply wasn’t anywhere from his perspective and it was a horrible idea to have so many knights and order members in the same place even if it was to discuss working together.
his gaze drifted away from the chaos and to the man who entered into the pub, james wasn’t the most observant sometimes but he recalled seeing his picture in a newspaper a few years ago.
