You’re sitting on his lap while he’s conducting a death eater meeting. As always, he’s made you sit on his lap so he can feel even more powerful, surrounded by his own army and the person he loves, you. He’s smoking a cigarette in one hand and has his other hand wrapped around you, your bored like always and start tracing the tattoos peeking out from his sleeve on his hand. He smirks and continues to blow the smoke into your face and convene amongst his army members.