It seemed the Dark Lord was satisfied with what he found, because his high-pitched laugh broke the silence. "Nott, you have raised your heir to know his place and follow you. You have trained him well." Theo’s expressionless face gave away nothing of his disdain for his father as the Dark Lord’s eyes flickered in his direction again. "Shall we begin?" The man said, stepping away from Theo and back onto his rafter, so that he stood above the seventeen-year-old. "Theodore Alexander Nott, do you pledge your loyalty to the cause, seeking to preserve those beliefs of our great ancestors, and to follow my footsteps and abide by my every command to ensure our vision for the future is seen to come to fruition?"