Edge Of Gravity

Blank colorless mask glowed in the dark endless room, only sharp sunken stares gave away their differences. Pale non distinct eyes bore down upon them, their owner dominating his companions with ease.



Lucius Malfoy perched upon a elaborately carved throne of deeply polished mahogany, offsetting his loose strains of milky white hair. His appearance looming in the room like a malicious ghost waiting for a poor mortal to frighten. His decadent robes of silk and velvet flowed around him in a sea of hunter green, showing off his wealth and position.



Malfoy had risen to great power in the Order of Voldist, a Apprentice of the Shadows. His ability to weave lies, and glamour helping him on the path till even Voldermort fell under the influence.



Snape stiff proud posture gave away nothing, making several members shift uncomfortably. The others overzealous enough to glare at the Potion Master quickly averted their attention to the mahogany table rather then stare into Severus’s granite stare.



Lucius raised to his feet, a slow flowing gesture that made him seem regal despite the nervous twitching of his fellow members. “Severus Snape.” His voice was weak, holding no deep strength that emanated from the looming figure before them.



“Yes.” Severus’ s deep boom echoed through the room, making several new members flinch at its authority.



Lucius stared at the wizard, his eyes narrowing through the slotted openings. The pulse of Severus’s power pressed against the gathered magic, forcing it back at the wizards producing it. Several members gasped under the pressure, their skin tingling uncomfortably.



Neville stood silently behind the power, marveling at the reactions of the fearless Order of Voldist. Their bodies twitching trying to shake off the painful tingle attacking their skin. Several members openly stared in wide eye panic at Lucius, before slumping back in their chair in a exhaustion.



Malfoy body straightened in the magical stronghold, taking away his regal authority. His fingers nervously fumbled within his robes, before producing his long slick wand which had ended the lives of dozens. “You have been away from us for many years.” His words were strangled against the magic, which he fought off better then the others.



Neville smirked behind his mask, watching Malfoy tap his wand against his thigh in a silent threat provoking Snape into tightening the magical suppression. Malfoy’s eyes bulged in pain, his wand hand falling still beside him. His eyes narrowing in concentration, surging against the power that smothered him. “Perhaps too many.” He snarled, before sinking to his chair.



Snape straightened his stance, forcing his built up strength to surge further into the council. Taking a warning step forward, when several members dug in their robes in search of wands. They looked pleading at Malfoy, before slumping back in their chairs in nervous confusion.



Lucius raised his wand above his chest, trying to ward off the pressure thumping on his chest. “We have for many years known of the power used by the dwindling Potter followers.” His voice was shallow, far weaker then moments ago.



A few members with enough strength hissed at the name Potter, or perhaps the pain of the magical crush. Neville’s spine stiffened seeing the self satisfied smirk written in Lucius’s face. His urge to curse the older wizard bubbled in his mind at the memories of the old wizard retelling his kill of the Potter followers.



“We have taken great losses…” The most coherent wizard offered, making Lucius jerk his head at the man. “I…” The nervous young wizard fell silent, seeming to realize his mistake too late. He glanced at Lucius for a moment, before slumping in fear seeing his raised wand. His shoulders shaking in fear, waiting for the death.



Neville felt pity for the young man, his ignorance to speaking out of turn would probably cost him his life. Lucius held no loyalty to those who were below him, and would destroy those above him if he held the power.



Severus’s shoulders straightened in a tight line, his power surging further till it felt invasive. “I see.”



Malfoy head wiped back to stare at the looming figure, his hair seeming to pale at the power bombarding him. Malfoy’s wand twitched in his hand, making Neville consider pulling his wand. Finally, in a defeated exhaustion his thin arm dropped to his lap.



“That is why you have been summoned to us tonight.”