I Don't Play Your Rules, I Make My Own

"We have to."

Cassie sighed. "Off we go then," She said frowning.

Lyssa nodded and they left.

And got there.

And Voldemort gave instructions.

Cassie glared at him the whole way through.

And then they set out.

Cassie scowled as they got to whereever the fuck they were going.

Lyssa stuck by Cassie. "I want to go back home. Or maybe even back to school....Nah, not school."

"I'd rather be at school than here," Cassie muttered darkly, hoping she could slink back and not be noticed.

"Yeah," Lyssa agreed. "Although, school went down the drain this year."

"You can say that again," Cassie muttered.

Lyssa sighed. "What do you suppose we should do?"

"I don't know"

(ad I think we're stalling again -_- ahe?)

So the two stood there for a while til someone walked over to where they were.

Cassie glared at the person who walked over. She had her arms crossed over her chest, she wasn't joining into this madness.

"Why are the two of you just standing around?" the person asked.

"Because I am not joining into this stupidity," Cassie snapped back.

"Nor am I," Lyssa said.

The Death Eater looked at them, eyebrow raised. "Well you have to, and if you don't, well, casualties might just happen to happen to your dear little families. They could just happen to get on the wrong side of crucio, or the killing curse." The death eater shrugged. "An accident, I'm sure."

"You're bluffing. Voldemort needs my family around, or does he want less followers than he already has?" Lyssa said, using her Malfoy voice and raising an eyebrow.

"Do you think that would stop him from torturing them? As long as they can still do the task required of them, then it doesn't matter what fate befalls them."

Lyssa's eyes narrowed. "How about I torture you instead? See how you like being insane. Oh, wait you're genetics beat me to it."

The Death Eater laughed, amused. Holding her wand in hands she turned it. "How about I torture you, and see how well your feiry little freind holds up when having to make a choice about watching you get tortured into insanity or kill a worthless muggle." She raised an eyebrow, her eyes gleaming.

"You'd be punched in the face before either ever happened, so I don't see why you're so confident."