‘ you got wolves all around you. ’ - From Augustus Rookwoood
“Guest,” Muses The Dark Lord.
Voldemort eye’d the rather shabby looking group. They stood closer together and further from his Death Eaters. They had a sickly look about them. Thinner, dirty, and unloved for a long time. However, not all of them were so woebegone. Fenrir and what he called his police looked strong if not mutt like.
Lord Voldemort wouldn’t be questioned for his new followers, yet Rookwood had yet to be told of the recent additions.
“Now the Giants have sworn their services I thought about guard dogs.”















