<div align="center"><em>Voldemort</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>Voldemort watched, with very little interest, as the part-giant killed his father. It was nice to see such loyalty. The two could have been a good pair for working together, but Damien's father had tried to give the Ministry information about the Death Eaters. He couldn't let that go without punishment. He doubted he could ever accept a part-giant into the inner circle of Death Eaters, but at the same time he knew that if someone proved them self useful enough he would.<br/><br/>The male knelt before him and he nodded lightly, "Very good. Now, unless you have anything else for me, go join the others. I want this village burnt down by sun up.<em>But</em>do not touch that house," he pointed a thin finger to Riddle House, which wasn't far from the graveyard. That house was for him to take down and him alone.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>Lavender nodded lightly as Elvira said that Alvira was her older brother. It was obvious that Elvira wasn't a Death Eater and really had no place here. That meant that Alvira had brought her here. That also meant that they were very close. From what she'd seen before, he would do nearly anything for his sister...it seemed.<br/><br/>Before she saw anything, Alvira came back. He was dragging some little girl with him. Lavender perked an eyebrow a little as she listened to the small exchange between the siblings. She wasn't sure what she thought about killing children. Obviously they were filthy Muggles and didn't deserve to live, but couldn't a Muggle child be useful? They could be taught and trained to respect pure-bloods. Still, Voldemort wanted this town demolished. That meant that children too, "No. No I haven't," she admitted when asked if she'd seen the eyes of a dying child, "I don't spend much time around children."<br/><br/>Instead of watching the child, she found herself looking over the bound child's shoulder and watching Alvira. He seemed so...quiet. Like he was more muscle than brain. Surely there had to be something about him to make him of use to the Dark Lord. While Elvira was focused on the little girl's eyes, she watched Alvira's eyes. They were hazel, at least that's how it appeared in the night time. Overall, he looked very rough. Not all put together and clean cut like Barty, Evan, and Lucius.<br/><br/>When his eyes moved up to look at herself and August, she quickly adverted her eyes to the little girl. Watching the life slowly leave her green eyes. They were pretty eyes. It was a little sad that she wouldn't get to grow up and use those eyes to flatter some young man.<br/><br/>Not wanting to stick around to see the girl's body stop struggling as she died, Lavender slipped off the barrel and put her Death Eater mask back on before starting off down the street. There was no reason to excuse herself. August and Elvira were no better ranked than herself and she wasn't about to interrupt Alvira just to say she was leaving. She left the small group behind as she slipped into an already broken in house not far from them. There was blood dripping from the hall walls and she figured this was Evan's work. He did so enjoy blowing things up.<br/><br/>Carefully, she stepped around things that she assumed were body parts. Lavender wasn't about to take a closer look. She walked into the kitchen and helped herself to a bottle of wine she found in the back of the third cabinet she raided. There were no wine glasses, Evan had blown them up too apparently, so she submitted to drinking straight from the bottle.