Lucius sneered. "Late again?" Lucius gives a knowing smirk "Montrose Montrosier how kind it is for you to join us, AGAIN" Lucius drags on the "again". Your eyes widen. Witherslivk, Ariadne, and the other Death Eaters look at you, in shock. The cloaked figure reappears through the door. "Ssssshallll we begin?" You see the opening and dart inside the room. "Catch that girl!" yelps Ariadne, eyes glistening evilly. Inside you see a dimly lit room, with a single floating candle. There is one long table, with chairs around the table. A chandelier that looks like it hadn't been used in years hangs above. A long staircase is behind the tables. You hear the clattering of feet as all the Death Eaters enter the corridor to the room. Ariadne is first, then the cloaked man, then Witherslivk, all with wands at the ready. Dodging bullets of green light you hurry up the staircase. A crotchety old house-elf is cleaning a dusty lamp, the only thing lighting the entire floor. "You are not master. MASTER!" yelps the house-elf. You clap your hand over its mouth, the elfs screams muffled. "Up there!" yells Witherslivk. You grab the elf, hand still over its mouth and lock yourself in the rooms closet. Chest heaving, you are forced to wait until the Death Eaters leave.