The door opened and my new owner walked into the room. He was dressed all in black, in very expensive-looking robes. His bleach-blond hair was slicked back, the way it had been in school for an air of something like elegance. It was mostly pretencion. He was trying to look the part of being in the Dark Lord’s good graces while his family was still barely holding on to its spot in the Inner Circle. He saw my smile and shot me a very suspicious gaze.