The bell above the door gave a faint 'Ding' as Albiorix stepped into the dimly lit shop. A bit of dust had settled over a few glass display cases as if the shop had not been tended to in weeks which was no surprise. Not many came here for any casual shopping, you only came to Borgin and Burks when you needed something specific. Which also made it the perfect spot to hide something. Albiorix stepped across the floor towards the counter at the far end of the shop. The wood gently creaking under his solid frame as he moved around the many cases before stopping and standing tall beside the counter. His eyes wandering over a tomes settled atop the counter. His eyes spying one familiar, the bindings made of red leather. He had heard tale of this book, bewitched by a wizard many years ago to hide his discoveries. He made it so any who dared read its contents would find themselves, permanently blind. But that book was not what Albiorix was here for.<br/><br/>Eventually, Albiorix heard a set of footsteps that announced Mr. Borgin's approach. A stooping man with long greasy brown hair falling around his shoulders. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">... Albiorix, I had wondered if I would see you again.</span>" The man said with a hint of disappointment in his tone as he placed his arms atop the counter, forging a false smile as he looked towards Albiorix. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I told you I would return, did you have any doubt?</span>" Albiorix's hazel eyes glazed over the man with not much care. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">No sir, none at all. I am pleased to see you have returned. Is there anything I can help you with? Have you taken a loo-</span>" Albiorix rose his hand to silence the man as he began to speak swiftly, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">No nonsense Borgin, you know exactly what I am here to retrieve. I assume you do still have it?</span>"<br/><br/>Albiorix glared at Borgin a moment the last few words filled with a silent warning and a slight of venom which caused Borgin to nod nervously and turn towards a large wardrobe behind him. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">Of course I have it! It's just here somewhere- A moment. if you will. I've taken good care of it.</span>" He began to mumble nervously as he pulled out a few boxes from the spacious wardrobe. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I hope when you say, you've taken care of it, you mean, you haven't touched it or let anyone else touch it?</span>" Albiorix watched Borgin with quiet intensity. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">Yes sir, not a single person has laid eyes on it over three years, since you left it with me.</span>" Finally pulling out an old dark oak box with small rusted brass clasps on the front. Slowly bring it to the counter as he placed it delicately in front of Alb.<br/><br/>Albiorix removed both latches quickly before opening tossing the lid up so that he could look inside. Borgin grinning devilishly as they both looked down at the pristine silver mask that laid inside. Albiorix's own mask given to him by Lord Voldemort over five years ago. Albiorix gazed over the smooth reflective surface, looking for any scratches or signs of damage but it seemed not even the dust that riddled this old shop had affected the mask. Alb could practically feel the mask vibrating with excitement under his calm gaze.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json">
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<br/>​</div>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">Does this mean, what I believe it does?</span>" Borgin glanced up hopefully as Albiorix picked up the mask carefully, turning it over in his hands. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">No, and the less you know the better. Just know, I'm not working for anyone besides my own motives now.</span>" Albiorix snapped at him, turning away from the counter as he walked to a nearby mirror.<br/><br/>Using his free hand he wiped the surface, clearing it of dust as he looked upon himself. His short black hair had grown a bit longer than he remembered though it was still short enough to where he didn't feel the need to cut it. Combing his fingers through, looking over his sharp features as he rose the mask up to his face. Feeling it radiate towards him and snap upon his face like a magnet, the rush of warmth radiating from what originally felt like cool metal. He tilted his head as he admired himself in the mirror, tilting his head to the other side as he looked through the narrow slits in the mask.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">He would be proud to know you will continue to fight in his name, even while he is gone.</span>" Borgin spoke again, a bit more quietly though Albiorix turned sharply to face him once more. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I am not doing this for him.</span>" His voice seethed with ferocity. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I told you, I am working for myself now. There is no point continuing He-who-must-not-be-named quest now that he is gone. He isn't coming back this time. I saw him die.</span>" Borgin flinched and shook his head, muttering under his breath something along the lines of "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">That's what they all said last time...</span>" To which Alb ignored his remark, feeling a bit tired of the discussion.<br/><br/>Slowly he pulled his wand out from its spot on his side, the man behind the counter looked nearly petrified with fear for a moment as Albiorix raised his wand. Though he didn't point it at Borgin, instead he waved it a few inches in front of his face in a clockwise motion which caused the mask to evaporate into a few small silver tendrils of smoke. Hidden till he may need it next. Borgin relaxing a bit as he saw that the man meant no harm to him, closing the now empty box on the counter and putting it away, seeing that Alb didn't need anything to contain the mask. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">Now-.. Albiorix. I believe some reward.. is due? For hiding your mask all these years.. and keeping it safe.</span>" He muttered anxiously, though Albiorix knew this would be coming. Borgin didn't do or give, anything for free. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Of course, just a moment.</span>" Albiorix stepped towards Borgin swiftly, spotting the man relax immensely just in time for Albiorix to raise his wand and point it at Borgin. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Obliviate.</span>" He muttered as a streak of smoky white light emitted from his hand. Immediately Borgin got a rather dazed look in his eyes as he forgot ever receiving the mask and Albiorix's return to retrieve it. Removing the only person alive outside the Death Eaters who had seen his face.