He shook the thought from his mind as he sat in the hidden away corner of the Delacour library. There was a letter in his lap, delivered by a Malfoy owl. Now, by no means, was Alexander ever a Death Eater - he left that to his cousins - but it seemed that this time around, his presence was required in front of the Dark Lord himself. He hummed in contemplation, tip of his quill idly tapping against his parchment as he thought of his response.