Shawn marveled at how utterly fanciful these old men had become after so many years of arrogance.
He had no intention of wasting words. He prepared to hit each of them with a Full Body-Bind Curse, then interrogate them properly.
Tom was accustomed to being haughty himself and could not bear such arrogance from prisoners, so he acted faster.
He bound both men tightly in chains, winding them so snugly that the two old men kept rolling their eyes, their already brittle bones creaking under the pressure.
The silver-haired elder struggled to open his mouth.
"V-Voldemort, l-let me go! I lost, but under the rules, I have the right to pay for my offenses. Don't forget, the Pure-blood Association consists of more than just us two old fellows."
The brown-haired elder was more defiant. Though he felt utterly humiliated, he merely kept grunting, fury brewing in his eyes.
"Ahem, don't kill them yet. Just bind their hands and feet. I still have questions."
Shawn waved a hand as he gave the order.
What was wrong with Tom, anyway? Hadn't Shawn heard that he used to like using a Water Python?
Switching to chains was fine, but he was always so fond of tying people up.
That could easily leave people traumatized. His last victim was still shut away at home.
"Name."
"..."
"Age."
"..."
Shawn asked the two old men lying on the ground gasping for breath several questions in succession.
Neither cooperated. Even the previously talkative silver-haired elder had clammed up, though Shawn had no idea what he was plotting.
After a few more questions, they began berating him as a disgrace to pure-bloods, worse even than the Weasleys, shaming the ancient and noble name of Black.
Shawn sighed softly. Being a good person was hard.
So he turned