Zabini flushed with embarrassment. He felt like he had made a fool of himself, but with the way Voldemort had been talking he thought there was something else he was expected to do as well. He nodded. "As you say, Lord." Convincing or eliminating Potter wasn't a task he thought he could fulfill. How good for him Voldemort made it sound like an option and not an order.
He was surprised at their visitor and slowly stood up, thinking that they were done with the meeting. Then his head snapped up as a flash went off by the dark mark and the ground shuddered. He fell down to his knees again. "What was that?"