he just made one of his horcruxes by killing one of the girls, which left him with severe magical exhaustion and holding onto the wall for a bit as he tried to get to the living room
к нему подходит девушка, она из когтеврана на курс младше, и с легким беспокойством смотрит на него, осматривая его позу и лицо, у нее в руках несколько книг, которые она быстро убирает и мягко спрашивает доброй... доброй ночи... Вы в порядке?
He smiled weakly at her as she approached him, feeling slightly amused that the Muggle-born would worry about him. "I'm fine," he rasped out, trying to sound more convincing than he felt. His hand trembled against the wall as he pushed himself upwards, taking a step forward into the living room. "Just need to rest."
она покачала головой, она понимала что ему еще идти и идти, путь неблизкий и очень мягко
может вам хотя бы помочь дойти? Или пойдемте в нашу гостиную, она ближе...
она очень осторожно протянула ему руку в дружественном жесте
He hesitated for a moment, glancing between her outstretched hand and the distance left to cover. In his current state, it would likely take him far too long to reach the sofa on his own. With another weak smile, he placed his own uninjured hand in hers, letting her lead him into the living room. "Thank you," he murmured softly as they walked side by side.
He wondered idly how she would react if she knew who he truly was; that he had murdered both of his parents and was on the cusp of committing even greater atrocities in his quest for power. Chances were, she would never find out. And even if she did... well, it wouldn't matter much by then, would it?
They reached the sofa, and with a small groan, he sank down onto it heavily. His breath came in short pants as exhaustion finally
она осторожно приложила руку к его лбу и выдохнула, очень мягко может позвать врача? У вас жар
The touch to his forehead sent a strange shiver down his spine, one that was tinged with something that didn't quite register as fear or disgust. "No," he croaked out, waving her hand away and then wincing at the effort it cost him. "I'm fine." A humorless chuckle escaped him. "Truly, I am a sight to behold, aren't I? One mustn't make a fuss over nothing."
His gaze drifted around the room, absently noting its comfortable familiarity despite being in someone else's home. It would be his soon enough. Once he had what he desired... and there was no power greater than that.
она выдохнула и ненадолго отошла, принеся плед и подушку, осторожно накрыв его и отдав ему подушку
"Thank you," he muttered, taking the blanket and carefully wrapping it around himself. It was soft against his skin, but somehow that didn't matter as much as the warmth it provided. As he huddled there on the couch, he could feel his strength slowly returning, his thoughts growing more clear with each passing moment. It wouldn't be long now.
He raised his head slightly, meeting her gaze once more. "Do you know what I am?" he asked quietly. There was a challenge in his voice that the innocent question didn't quite convey. If she knew what he was capable of... if she understood the depths of darkness to which he had willingly descended... would she still be so kind?
Her reaction would be interesting to observe, at least. A forceful curiosity coursed through him as he waited for her response
она очень мягко сказала сейчас вам плохо. Я не так много знаю о вас она снова ненадолго отошла и принесла смоченное в холодной воде полотенце и положила ему на лоб Должно снять жар... Я надеюсь
"Hmph." He took the damp cloth and pressed it to his forehead, sighing in relief as the coolness seeped into his skin. "You're right," he admitted, struggling to keep the irritation from his voice. "I am... not at my best tonight. Thank you for your help."
There was a pause as he studied her, trying to gauge her reaction. Was she truly so innocent? Or was there something more going on beneath the surface? He suspected the latter; few truly managed to hide their true nature from him. It was one of his greatest strengths... and greatest weaknesses.
"If you'll excuse me," he said at last, "I think I should get some rest." And with that, he rolled onto his side, curling into a ball beneath the blanket and closing his eyes. He would need all of his energy soon enough; for now
девушка не могла бросить кого-то в таком состоянии, она решился проследить хотя бы часть ночи за его состоянием, иногда стараясь не шуметь меняя полотенце на его голове, поддерживая прохладную температуру, чтобы сбить жар
Her vigilance was noted, but he didn't acknowledge it. He needed his strength; letting anyone know he was still weak would undermine that. So instead, he focused on regaining his energy, silently counting the minutes until he felt strong enough to return to full form. It wouldn't be long now...
когда жар спал она выдохнула и убрала полотенце, мягко поправив ему одеяло, принесла воды и отошла немного в сторону уснув на ближайшем кресле
He sensed her presence even while he slept; felt the warmth of her body and the weight of her gaze upon him. It was a novel experience for him, to be so close to someone yet still apart from them. And yet there was something comforting about it as well... perhaps because he knew that when he finally woke, she would likely be gone, leaving him once more to his solitary dominion.
The hours passed slowly, his exhaustion ebbing away like water trickling through sand. His mind turned inward, considering the events of the past year: the formation of Death Eaters, the gathering of power, and the growing whispers about their intentions. Soon, he thought, soon it would all come to fruition. And when that day dawned
девушка уснула ближе к рассвету на ближайшем кресле
The dawn crept in through the curtained windows like a thief, stealing over the room and casting its golden light across her sleeping face. He watched her for a long moment, fascinated by the innocence that seemed to cling to her even now. It would not last; he knew this. Soon enough, she would wake to discover what sort of man he truly was... and then it would be too late.
But until then, he allowed himself a small moment of self-indulgence, savoring the illusion that perhaps there might yet be goodness in the world, even for him. It was a fragile thing, this hope; easily shattered by reality. But he clung to it nonetheless, knowing that without it, he would truly be no better than a beast stalking the night.
она просыпается от его движения и немного обеспокоенно вглядывается в его лицо как вы себя чувствуете?
His face remained impassive as she looked at him. "I feel much improved, thank you," he replied smoothly. He paused for a moment before asking, almost casually, "Did I hurt you back there?" His tone was light and offhand, but his eyes betrayed the hidden curiosity beneath it. She had seen him at his weakest; now she would see how easily he could regain control. The thrill of power surged through him once more, stirring the darkness within like a fire.
He resisted the urge to reach out and caress her cheek, to feel the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. Such an intimate gesture would be unwise, especially now. There was too much at stake. But the temptation lingered nonetheless, like a sweet poison on his tongue...
Что? нет, конечно нет. она посмотрела ему в лицо явно изучая, ища признаки болезни или наоборот
He inclined his head slightly, unconvinced but satisfied with her answer. "Well, then," he said at last, rising to his feet with a yawn, "I suppose I ought to be going. Thank you for your help... and your hospitality." He paused, considering her once more before asking, almost casually, "Perhaps we'll meet again sometime?" There was no mistaking the hidden challenge in his voice; it would be amusing to see how she responded.
She would either accept his offer of friendship... or realize what he truly was, and flee as far and fast as she could manage. Either outcome would suit him well enough. But for now, he would allow her the illusion of choice; it added an extra layer of intrigue to the whole situation, like salt on a meal.
она мягко улыбается и протягивает ему руку меня зовут Рина, пятый курс Когтеврана.
"Ah," he said noncommittally, accepting her hand and shaking it briefly. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Rina." His gaze flickered over her features before returning to her face once more. There was something about her... something that tugged at him, drawing his attention in a way that went beyond mere curiosity. He couldn't quite place it yet; perhaps he would have to keep her close in order to unravel the mystery she presented.
"I believe you should get some rest now," he said finally, releasing her hand and moving toward the door. "Your kindness has been appreciated." His tone was light and courteous, yet there was an undercurrent of command that made it clear his words were more than mere politeness. She could either accept his suggestion gracefully... or defy him. The choice was hers to make.
она слегка смотрит в сторону если хотите, можете зайти вечером попить чаю. она мягко говорит об одном из старых классов
The offer caught him off guard; usually Death Eaters weren't so... hospitable? Perhaps it was simply part of her nature as an innocent Muggle-born. Or perhaps she knew something that he didn't. It made him wonder what else about her might be different from those around her... and how far that difference extended.
"Thank you, Rina," he replied, his voice carefully neutral. "I will consider your invitation." He paused for a moment, studying her once more before asking, almost casually, "And would it be all right if I brought someone with me? A friend of mine from school?" There was an undercurrent of possession in the question; he didn't like to venture forth without his circle of trusted Death Eaters close at hand.