Expect you think that I should be haunted but it never really bothers me

[like-a-boss.livejournal.com]

*It’s amusing, certainly. The pettiness of His followers

Lord Voldemort is well aware that reverence is as conditional as loyalty. It is a commodity that has always reeked of the in-genuine, a nicety he enforces with punishment in much the same way dogs are kept off the couch – with the knowledge that it is merely a trained habit, rather than a tenet truly understood. He’s always seen through it, that cautious socialization, the half-muttered scheming, the hush of awe, that scrambled and silent yearning for validation – the hope that play-acted respect can make up for incompetence, as if the gold-medallist in the Olympics of grovelling could ever hope to rise in His favour. Much like their painfully human forms, faith is as fragile as it is easy to manipulate. It’s almost fascinating, the way the air bristles now with poorly disguised discourse, the way preparation for the attack has given way to gossip and nervous second-glances. The appointment of Severus Snape as a spy seems to have struck a cord.*

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[dontbegoofy.livejournal.com]

*Snape is fairly sure that whatever defective creature originally came up with the concept "all publicity is good publicity" never actually interacted with another human being. He'd been expecting the announcement, of course. This is all hardly a surprise. But his own resigned dread has still, somehow, failed to prepare him for a room full of eyes and voices and minds.*

If you say so.

[whysosadistic.livejournal.com]

If you say so? Do you not realise how important this is? And fairly easy, I'd imagine. You've got Mudblood Evans wrapped around your finger. Who gives a fuck if the rest of the Order thinks you're dodgy. She doesn't. You've got it fucking made, Severus.

[dontbegoofy.livejournal.com]

I'll be sure to remember how easy this all is when Potter and Crouch take turns beating my skull in. But your support is nonetheless appreciated.

[whysosadistic.livejournal.com]

*Mulciber looks back at the pair, who are still whispering away. Barty still looks uncharacteristically furious, but Mulciber waves it off.*

Don't mind him. What's he going to do, have a tantrum in front of the Dark Lord? Not bloody likely.

Can't make any promises about Potter, but I reckon any...violence towards you would be out of jealousy. You spending more time breathing the same air as that Mudblood and all.