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WHO: Lord Voldemort and Bellatrix Black WHAT: Foreshadowing! WHEN: Saturday night WHERE: A muggle diner in Glasgow
Tom Riddle watched his right hand man over the dirty rim of a mug of off brand coffee. It was pathetic, really, the coffee. It wasn't nearly strong enough and hardly worth the money but it was caffeine and it was warm and that was all that mattered at the moment. He needed it. He wouldn't be sleeping tonight.
There were only two other non-employees in the diner - a pair of teenagers stoned out of their minds sitting beside the jukebox. Tom ignored them. They were no threat.
"I trust you've made the proper preparations?"
Coveted within shadow, Bellatrix watched the Dark Lord indulge in what she knew to be terrible coffee (having abandoned her own). She didn't mind the lack of warmth, no, Bellatrix relished in the cold. And she had enough energy to keep her up days on end. That was the effect Voldemort had on her, after all.
Upon entering the diner, Bella had suggested killing off the stoned teenagers and the employees, but her master had instructed her not to, that it was unnecessary. Bella, unlike the Dark Lord, was not quite skilled in the art of subtlety, it seemed. Instead, they had allowed a waitress to direct them to a dark corner booth.
Crossing her fingers in her lap, Bellatrix leaned forward, allowing the dingy lamp light to illuminate her face. Bella's eyes twinkled despite the grimy environment, so ready and eager to serve. She barely even noticed how uncomfortable the muggle jeans she sported were (disguise was essential). Nodding enthusiastically, she said simply "Yes. Of course."
"I expected nothing less from you, Bella." said Tom. His eyes glittered, but mirthlessly. He knew he could trust Bellatrix Black. She'd been one of the first to swear her allegiance to him and his cause, one of the first to be branded with the Dark Mark and now she would be the one to carry out the first of his many planned attacks.
The corners of his mouth twitched upward momentarily looking at her. How lucky he was to have found her! A perfect agent of darkness, if a little trigger happy. He sipped his coffee in silence.
"We should be going soon," he said after several minutes.
The Dark Lord's words sent a quiver down Bella's spine. She was sure she positively glowed now, brightening the dark place with all her pride. She would do absolutely anything for this man, for her master. It was she, really, who was the lucky one.
Bella tried to contain her curiosity, but asked anyway, "Where will we be going?" Perhaps it was due to her ferocious loyalty she was able to get away with her inquisitive nature.
Ah, ever curious! Always eager! It didn't matter what the mission was.
"It's a surprise."
A wave of both excitement and nervousness passed through Bella. While she had enjoyed all the missions so far, she never knew what to except. Her own little adventures from her childhood could never compare to the ones Lord Voldemort sent her on.
"A surprise?" She asked, raising an intrigued brow. She had not known the Dark Lord to be one for surprises, and figured the next destination would be one of great importance.
Collecting her dark coat, she waited for Voldemort to make his next move.
Tom set his mug down and lifted himself up from the booth. From out of his pocket (he wore jeans, like Bella) he produced a wad of muggle bills. It was a more than he owed, especially for such piss poor coffee, but he tossed a twenty pound note on the table. Voldemort was a good tipper.
His next move was to silence the young manager who'd just come back from taking the trash out with a wordless, wandless charm. Hearing muggles complain that he wasn't following proper restaurant procedure was the last thing he wanted to hear that night.
Tom pulled the hood of his sweatshirt down past his forehead, pulled the leather coat he wore over it tighter around his body as they ventured out into the snow.
"I'll meet you at the piano bar in London."
Then with a loud Pop! he was gone. The Dark Lord did not prefer Side-Along Apparation.