[ Dialogue: #a0342a ] [ Thoughts: #999999 ] [ Outfit: Business Formal ]
[ Death Eater Leader / Torturer ] [ Mud Blood: Muggle Born ]
Donovan strutted over towards the large seat at the head of the table, pulling it out before plopping down on it. Although he may have dressed like a gentleman does not mean he always acted like one. Holding his drink in his left hand, he reached his right hand into the left interior pocket of his jacket, pulling out a small knife. He leaned forward, stabbing the blade into a green apple that rested in a fruit bowl at the center of the table. He then nonchalantly slouched in his chair, kicking his feet up on the table. "Have fun did you?" Donovan brought the apple to his lips, biting into it and pulling the fruit from his blade. He raised his brows towards Kellen while grinning with the apple in his mouth. He stabbed his knife into the table's surface, before pulling the apple from his mouth but not without taking a bite. "Always."
Upon finishing his current bite of apple, Donovan took another drink of his bourbon. It's a wonder how he's healthy or even alive with his dietary habits. "An Invitation would of been more than adequate." He went to take another bite of his apple, pausing with his mouth open, nearly sinking his teeth into the green peal. "Well as much as I enjoy your thrilling personality and stunning physique... I'd rather not spend anymore time with you than necessary dear Kellen." He then took the bite of his apple, chewing it and swallowing before continuing. "I don't generally appreciate the presence of those who think they should be in my place." Donovan didn't particularly have an issue with Kellen and it generally didn't even bother him that he thought he'd be a better leader than him. But because of that it was hard to trust Kellen and having him in a room full of blood... Well that could turn out badly for Donovan. "But help yourself to whatever blood that is still in there... It may be cold but," He shrugged his shoulders, "You are a viking." He smirked, taking another bite of his apple.
Donovan barely had to look up from his meal of booze and fruit to know that Viktor had entered the room. "Ah. I see you're still invited to these meetings. And breathing in some form or another." He looked up with a hug bite of apple in his mouth, raising his brows in curiosity, "Meeting? What meeting?... You know you should really keep the leader in on this information." He grinned teasingly before chasing his bite of apple with some bourbon. Apparently Donovan was talking more to himself rather than his wonderful company. "And I see that Donovan still allows pets at the table. Come now, mate, lets not bicker like a married couple." He raised his brows when he heard his name, looking between Kellen and Viktor. I'd hate to have to mount your head on my wall."
Groaning, Donovan finished off his apple before speaking, "Jesus you all bicker more than my parents did..." He threw the apple core into the trash basket without leaving his seat. "...I killed them." He grinned evilly while making eye contact with either one of them. Viktor must have noticed the blood that Donovan had quite forgotten covered him from head to toe. "Just missed it. Blast. Who was it this time?" He chugged the remaining bit of his drink, running a hand back through his blood streaked hair. "Ministry spy." He scratched his chin, "Either their spies are getting worse... Or I'm getting better. I haven't quite decided which." Donovan looked between Kellen and Viktor, "Trying to find out when we plan on attacking Hogwarts. But thankfully James Bond in training hadn't found anything out... And now his entrails decorate one of the rooms in the East Wing." He grinned.
