It had been a few months since the masked figure had become his new self. He vaguely remembered what he was like beforehand, but the little bit that was left of him was fading. The masked figure was becoming one with the Master's will and soon would be a simple extension of it. In silence he often wondered if the mask was even required to make him do these things still. A thought like that unnerved him a little, but he knew he likely was too far gone to save. The silence did not come often but he cherished it when he had it. Master filled his mind with thoughts constantly, and he knew his job was not permanent. He also knew what would happen when he no longer proved useful, or if he tried to rebel too hard.PV to Paracelsus, Marcia, Delilah, and John Johns
The time for secrecy is almost over.
This latest thought came as a surprise. The masked figure assumed that the Master would be quiet until they had everything in place. Unless... no it wasn't possible that he had acquired everything yet. Master was good but not that good. He was too busy controlling the mask to do much else anyways. His followers were growing now and it was becoming more and more dangerous. The masked figure wondered what breaking the secrecy would mean. Recruitment? Destruction? He was unsure.
Find students who would follow our cause.
The masked figure was curious. Last time he tried to recruit someone they had proved unwilling and untrustworthy. It would be tough to pull someone to their side. Even himself, he required a mask to control his actions. How would anyone join by free will? He struggled to believe it was possible. Master's thoughts pushed against his own and quickly the doubt faded. The masked figure would try to do as required. Random selection seemed best, it was hard to profile anyone into this work.
Hogwarts was filled with students of all types and backgrounds. Muggle-born, half-blood, pure-blood, wizard-born, and other odd mixes all co-existed and all could have varying opinions on the matters at hand. A boy in a mask was hardly a friendly recruiter, but he had no other choice. He would do as requested without direct questioning of said orders. That was the power of the mask in a nutshell. The masked figure boldly left the edges of the forest and found his way to the walls of the castle. Students passed by without noticing him in the shadows at first until the field was nearly empty. A few students had straggled and became alone. Four students for whatever reason had been the slowest to leave the pitch this evening. This would be his audience.
With confidence he strode onto the field and approached the seemingly unconnected group of four students. The masked figure did not care if they saw him coming or were afraid, he would get within speaking distance at the very least. These students had little other choice if they chose to run than to go through him anyways. He did not raise his wand, but it was at his side ready for use at any moment.
"Might I have your attention for a few minutes?" It was stupidly polite, but he loved to mock Master whenever possible. "I have some questions for you, children."
Despite being a child himself, he spoke with the confidence and voice of the Master. These four did not need to know if he was himself much like them. That would come later if they decided to join or if they somehow defeated him. He wondered, in the back of his mind that still was free, if removing the mask would kill him. Either way it felt like liberation.