<div align="center"><em>Voldemort</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>Voldemort watched as Bella made her way off to find the Muggle woman once more. While he'd already killed two people tonight, a third would surely be more gratifying. James Potter hadn't put up much of a fight, nor had Lily, and the child certainly hadn't. Bellatrix tended to have more<em>fun</em>with her prey. Like a child who played with it's food before eating it. While he didn't play 'favorites' among his marked Death Eaters, Bella was certainly one of them. Even with the shamefulness of her pure-blood sister Andromeda marrying a Muggle man, Bella had at least chosen the right path. If only she and her husband would have a child already to show how much stronger pure-blood children are, he would be happier. For some reason, their marriage had yet to produce an offspring.<br/><br/>As Bellatrix left, he was presented with a newer Death Eater to the group. Alvira. He appeared to have brought someone with him. While the family resemblance wasn't immediate, he could tell they were related. The male bowed, respectably, before him while the female was nearly forced down. He gave them both a slight wave of the hand. They were late, or rather, Alvira was late. Voldemort wasn't going to give the boy the satisfaction of thinking being late was okay and so ignored him. Alvira would learn to be on time or suffer the future consequences. It wouldn't be the first time he'd punished or killed a Death Eater. Sometimes, things just went that way. It was always saddening to spill pure-blood, but sometimes there was no choice.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for Bella to find her way back, Muggle in tow. He'd been expecting some young, Muggle woman with a fiery tongue. Instead he was brought a middle aged, old hag of a woman. Was the fear induced by the mere mention of his name waning so much that old hags like this were no longer fearing him? That would change soon. Very, very soon. Once word of the Potter's death got around and the devastation found in this village was spread, people would fear to even think of him. He would immortalize himself in their minds and soon immortalize his own body. Already his soul had been split so many times, it would be impossible for anyone to kill him now. Even if someone managed to destroy most of his work, Nagini lay coiled at his feet. Coiled, content, and comfortable in her slumber. No one would ever take Nagini away from him.<br/><br/>The woman was thrown at his feet and confessed how she'd not only spoken ill against Lord Voldemort, but how she'd told people that he wasn't as powerful as they thought, how even she could kill him. It almost made him smile as she burst into tears, "Not so brave now, are you?" he teased, "Dispite being the filth that you are, Muggle, you should feel honored. It's not everyday that someone gets to meet me or be at the end of my wand."<br/><br/>Instead of killing her instantly or even torturing her into blinding pain, Voldemort hadn't really had any 'fun' in a long time. His Death Eaters always ran a muck when they were given this sort of freedom, but he always just sat back and watched, "Bellatrix, have you ever seen what happens when a hex and a curse are used together?" he knew her favorite was the Cruciatus curse, "I'm going to cast a stinging hex and I want you to cast the torture curse. Focus on her head of chest. We'll watch her tear herself to pieces," with that, he raised his wand and pointed it at Harriet, "<em>Fodio</em>" he said calmly. It wouldn't do near as much damage as the Cruciatus, but the woman covered her face and began rubbing and tearing at her skin. She was likely feeling like she'd just been stung by dozens of bees. If he held the hex long enough, her face would begin to swell. This was as much fun as it was a lesson for Bellatrix on how to use another Death Eater's strength in battle to work together. Once the torture curse was thrown, he was sure they would enjoy watching this Muggle go insane trying to make the pains stop.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Bastien Bagnold</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>For the most part, he was taking his time in jumping into the festivities. While he had 'proven' his use to the Dark Lord, he was still marked as untrustworthy. All because of his mother. Her and her blood job as Minister. Maybe if the Potter thing couldn't be taken care of, she would be booted out of the position. Bastien could only hope. It was tiresome to have to live the way he was. Constantly on guard, not being able to let loose like these others were, always having to go through three or more people to communicate with those with beliefs like his. Not to mention the horrible women he surround himself with to keep up appearances. Everyone expected him to marry and settle down into a family soon. That wasn't what he wanted at all...but that's how it was.<br/><br/>He watched from the alley as the Death Eaters advanced on the village. Evan having his fun with some Muggle woman not far from him, hitting her with various hexes as she tried desperately to get away. Davos and Gemini running into an inn/tavern of sorts to cause all kinds of chaos. And Malfoy doing what he did best. He could recognize them all on sight alone, even if they had their masks on. But then he saw a thinner male making his way down from the graveyard. The mask was still tight on his face as he broke into a Muggle home. Bastien couldn't deny he was curious as to who this Death Eater was.<br/><br/>Slowly, he made his way over the the home Barty Crouch Jr had broken into. Already he could hear the owners panicking and a woman scream. Bastien slipped inside as well and closed the door silently behind himself. He was very close to wherever the Death Eater was keeping the Muggles. The voice of the masked Death Eater sounded familiar. He'd not come to very many Death Eater gatherings, but the voice sounded like one he'd heard at the Ministry. Someone that worked with or around someone that was close to his mother.<br/><br/>Drawing his wand, Bastien moved into the doorway and saw the two Muggles laying, withering, on the floor. The Death Eater had his wand drawn and pointed at the male Muggle. They both appeared to be in a tremendous amount of pain. Bastien had never been this close to a person being tortured before. It was exhilarating, "Mind if I help?" he asked calmly. His own face hidden behind a cloth mask, he wasn't too worried about the Death Eater attacking him. After all, if he were an Auror, he wouldn't stand there while two Muggles were being tortured. No. Aurors had orders to attack on site.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>Lavender had yet to leave the graveyard. Instead she'd seated herself by a gravestone and watched as Bellatrix disappeared and reappeared moments later with a Muggle woman. She watched as Voldemort explained how using two spells together could be 'fun'. Moments later, the Muggle was being attacked by one of Voldemort's hexes.<br/><br/>She silently watched Alvira, Elvria, and Kyraina. She'd seen Alvira and Kyraina before, but never this close. Lavender chose to take a backseat to most things and that was likely why she was considered 'low rank'. She couldn't even remember a time that she'd actually spoken to another Death Eater. Lavender wasn't content to sit back and watch all the time, but she felt out-classed. The only reason she belonged here was because of her pure-blood.<br/><br/>Lavender hadn't seen Alvira many times before and assumed he was 'new' to the group even though he had a mark. She wondered what about him was useful to the Dark Lord. Many times, she wondered that about a lot of them. She realized she was staring at him and turned her attention to the gravestone she was leaned against. It said 'Riddle' in faded words and wasn't too far from the one Voldemort had set fire to. Voldemort rarely did things without a purpose, so she wondered what it was about this village, that stone, and the grave he was sitting on that were so important. Lavender decided it was best not to wonder about that.