Travers smirked at her comparison - they were always the same, Bellatrix and himself. Ruthless, cunning, patient. They knew that it took great restraint to wait for the correct time to strike, but when that time came, restraint no longer had a place there. The waiting was becoming tedious, his patience waning thin, but that look in her eyes, the look that told him something big was coming for them all, kept him sated. âWeâd finally get some fucking work done, if there were more of them like us,â he chuckled, an uncharacteristically light sound coming from his chest. âBut, fuck, Iâm failing to see any potential in our younger recruits.â Travers leaned forward, rest his forearms on his kness, trying to stretch closer as if someone could overhear, as if this planning was for their ears only. âHeâs a traitor to them, he could be a traitor to us,â he mused in agreement. âNever trust a fucking rat, but if we do, and he doesnât betray usâŚâ A sick grin twisted his lips as he imagined the chaos that would ensue if the little Potter boy was stolen away successfully. âSo, we trust him enough to be able blackmail him later. Sometimes I do wonder why you arenât running the whole place.â Whenever she spared it to him, he savored her touch. How different things would be, how much better things could have been, if onlyâŚHis eyes shut for a moment, only a long blink to those who didnât know him. âIâll leave you then,â although he wished he didnât have to.
âYouâre right to have reservations, the majority of our ranks are not ready...â There were those that thrived in war and chaos, those who knew how to take control. Yet, the army they had built was beginning to look like a fest of cowards and idiots. A cause was only as strong as those that supported it, and history had shown how regimes could fall if backed by fools...all these loose ends needed to be tied. If not for the survival of their movement, then for all the risks Bellatrix had taken to get here. Forgone happiness for status, a sealed fate of damnation for the souls sheâd stolen too soon, an engagement lost... She hadnât heard him laugh in a very long time, her own lips pulling upwards into a smirk at the sound. âHowever, this I know to be true: once you apply pressure on someone, people either break or change to fit the mold... give me time to sort through our sift, and I will find those that are capable.â The words were uttered with a quiet confidence, as if they could be willed into being. With her undivided attention on him, Bellatrix smiled. There had been a time where their future had nearly intertwined until fate broke it all apart: either out of cruelty or fear of what a union like that could do. And moments like these certainly served as a reminder of that almost. âI prefer my traitors to be on a leash...â She said simply. âAs for leading, well you and I both know anything can happen- Iâll do whatever duty is required of me.â Her fingers lingered, soft and gentle for another beat before she pulled away. âYouâre one of the very few people I trust, Jonas... remember that as you go.âÂ