#99—Newspaper

Lucius sat in the sitting room of Malfoy Manor, newspaper in hand. A picture of the Dark Mark danced across the front page.

“Do you know who conjured it?” Narcissa asked.

Lucius looked up at her, disdain on his face. “No, I don’t. It was none of us at the Quidditch World Cup but only Death Eaters know how to cast it. Someone’s working alone, making us all look bad.”

“But the Dark Lord’s on the rise, isn’t he?”

“That mark wouldn’t have been conjured if he wasn’t. Someone’s trying to prove loyalty. They can only hide for so long.”