Chaos Energy
Nic had never been to Lestrange manor. Heād only ever met the younger brother in person, too, and not often; he hadnāt taken the Dark Mark, after all. That was reserved for the pureblood elite, the zealots. Those who contributed more than the occasional bit of chaos. Not that Nic was complaining; he had no desire to shackle himself to someone who called himself aĀ āDark Lord.ā It just so happened that the Death Eaters were the best outlet for his worst impulses.Ā
That didnāt explain why Rabastan had invited Nic into his home. Heād loitered outside for a few moments before he simply couldnāt stop himself from entering unannounced, quick hands and spellwork easily swinging the door open.Ā
Heād just finished making every other portrait in the hall just slightly crooked- heād heard Rodolphus Lestrange was a bit of a neat freak- when there was movement in his peripherals. His hands shot back into fists at his sides as he glanced over.Ā
āIt wasnāt me,ā he said, despite the clear evidence going all the way back to the front door.
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