Who: Bole and Theo What: So hungry... Where: Somewhere in the Forbidden Forest When: Friday Rating: Creepy
It wasn't hard to hear Theo walking through the forest. He clearly wasn't used to making his way through dense trees and tangles of thorns and brush. Bole might've mistaken it for the sound of an injured animal, except that the animals of the forest didn't come near him now. They knew better at this point.
He ran the tip of his tongue over the edge of his teeth and his fingers tightened on his wand. He barely knew Theodore Nott. A blip on his radar. A skinny boy he'd not bothered with. A pureblood family he'd not concerned himself over. He would have no feelings of remorse when he slashed that throat and watched the boy gasping as his lifeblood spilled across the mud at his feet.
No.
No! He wasn't allowed. This boy was sent by Rodolphus Lestrange. Bole's eyes narrowed, but he respected the command. For now he had little choice. "Nott," He hissed, slipping out from behind a tree a few feet to Theo's left. A cruel smile stretched over his lips, even though he knew he couldn't do anything to hurt him.
Bole's appearance had degraded during his time in the forest. His robes were tattered and muddy, his hair greasy and matted. His exposed skin was covered in tiny scabs and cuts, and he had clearly lost a bit of muscle mass. But he hadn't lost the cold, dangerous and utterly pitiless intelligence in his eyes. His smile widened, baring his teeth, "Did you bring me something nice?"