Scabior arrived at the mansion where the Dark Lord was residing and walked up the steps carefully, his boots barely making any sound on the stone floor. He knew exactly where the Dark Lord was and made his way there, nodding in respect to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
The Dark Lord merely waved his hand in a lazy manner.
"Keep your eye on your Housemates, Scabior. See who may be useful to us."
He waved his hand once more, now dismissing the seventeen-year-old. Scabior nodded once more and backed out of the room. Once over the threshold, he twisted in midair once more, back into the toilet. It took him a few moments to regain his balance and to stop himself puking, but he did it and excited the toilet.