Full Body-Bind Curse

After reporting the details of the trip to his master, Rabastan Lestrange walked out of the hall where his master was, his steps brisk and full of confidence. Sooner or later, he would become someone his master trusted more than Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy. That way, even if Bella and the master grew more and more intimate, no one would dare gossip in front of his brother Rodolphus.

Suddenly, he felt the mark on his arm burn. He reached out and pressed down on the Dark Mark on his arm, and Voldemort's icy voice entered his mind.

Rabastan lowered his hand and walked back into the stone hall at the entrance. He used Sonorus, drawing the attention of several idle Death Eaters still lingering there. "Good news. Our merciful master has bestowed those filthy old Muggles and brats on us, but not one of the adult Muggles is to be touched. Pay attention. If the numbers come up short when the time comes, I'll use you to make up for it."

Rabastan's words drew cheers from those Death Eaters. Dolphin, a hulking blond wizard with a scruffy beard, laughed excitedly, then narrowed his eyes and stuck out his tongue to lick his lips. Earlier, when they tortured Muggles, they had still held back a little, lest they go too far and be punished by the master. Now that the master had loosened the restrictions, there was no need to worry anymore. They could amuse themselves with those old things and brats however they liked. There was not much entertainment in the forests of Albania.

Dolphin's gaze swept over the Death Eaters in the hall. Then he reached out and pointed at three of them. "You two, go notify the others to come over. You, go find Lady Bellatrix Lestrange.