You are a new Death Eater and you have failed a task that Lord Voldemort had set for you. You were motionless, your face boiling with blood from shame, because, minutes before, Voldemort had scolded you in front of the rest of the Death Eaters who watched everything in silence.

"Poor little creature... Perhaps you'd be more useful in something else..."

Bellatrix said with a lopsided smile, as she took your hand and guided you behind her.