<strong>August Gaust</strong><br/><br/>A gun metal gray snake slithered across a well maintained bed of white cloth, skillfully navigating the folds of the wrinkled material. It was so careful that it barely left its mark as it passed over the bed and down onto the ground towards a still dressing woman. August slipped on her shirt over a simple bra, then went to grab her pants. Instead of easily lifting it off the ground she felt resistance and found Kel partially across it.<br/><br/>Speaking to it, her normally beautiful voice instead hissed and slithered out words. The Black Mamba pulled away allowing her to put her legs in and pull up the pants to settle on her waist. Taking a seat on the ground she reached out and stroked the scaly smooth skin of the very long snake. Kel was very large even for a Mamba, one foot short of the record holding fifteen footer encountered in Africa. The snake almost seemed to purr as it coiled up and stroked its head against her hand.<br/><br/>Jerking, her hand unintentionally hitting Kel, August gritted her teeth as she felt the pain of the Dark Lords summons. She still hadn't gotten used to his way of calling his faithful, but didn't dare complain. Standing and apologizing to her prized pet, she called Kel to her. The Mamba snaked its way easily up her body and wrapped all of its fourteen foot length around her upper body; despite being so large it only weighed three point four pounds and thus August barely felt Kel pressed against her.<br/>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Arriving just in time to see the remnants of the green glow and Voldemort's final words, August took up position near a headstone pulling her black robes closely to fend off the soft chill of the night. Kel's head peeked out of the many folds and peered out at Voldemort. Sometimes she wondered if her snake admired Voldemort; it knew Voldemort could speak to its own kind.<br/><br/>Then her eyes were caught by the sight of her two desires; Gemini and Bellatrix. One was sane, intensely beautiful, and the other was mental, and beatiful in the most dangerous of ways. Immediately she felt her heart skip a beat, but fought to keep the thoughts at bay; she had to show respect to Voldemort. He was not very merciful in a situation like this, so she thought. August wasn't willing to incite his anger in any situation in the first place.<br/><br/>Forcing her eyes to avert from the two women, she looked back to Voldemort and listened to his last remaining words and then patiently waited for the marked Death Eaters to go first. They would be the first to act, she would be last. August was careful to avoid eye contact with the chosen men and women as they passed, unwilling to draw any of their attention in this heated a moment. When they all had passed she would look for Gemini and Davus or Bellatrix to follow behind, if she could even find them; she knew the couple were good at blending in should they choose to do so. Bella on the other hand was easy to find, her cackling maniacal laughter was like a fog horn during even the densest of fog.