<div align="center"><em>Bastien Bagnold</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>Bastien smirked, slightly relieved that he wasn't attacked. This Death Eater out ranked him and that usually meant they were stronger too. Still, he was sure once his mother was out of office, he could present himself as a useful asset to the Dark Lord and be Marked as well. He watched as the Death Eater released his spell on the Muggles and he smiled again, "I must admit, I am quite used to using the Imperius Curse...but only because I stand to be a liability at times..." he admitted softly as he walked over to the withering Muggles, "They are rather pathetic, aren't they?"<br/><br/>He reached out with his wand and used it to tip up the male muggle's head, "I think this one," he didn't know who the Death Eater was, but felt comfortable in the fact that they were both here for the same thing, "The males always put up more of a fight..."<br/><br/>Standing back, closer to Barty, Bastien looked around the room. Due to him always having to use a third party to send information to the Dark Lord, he tended to do the same thing with his spells. He saw a kitchen not far away, "Be right back..." he walked off to the kitchen and came back out with a handful of kitchen knives. He lined them up on a coffee table before going back towards Barty. Bastien raised his wand at the knives, "<em>Oppugno</em>," they twitched around the table for a moment before shooting up into the air. His wand then went to the Muggle, giving the knives their target, "Don't kill. Only maim," no sense in destroying their fun so soon.<br/><br/>The knives aimed and shot at the muggle like bullets. The man started squirming and flailing as the knives started to prick and jab at his body, "I don't care much for the screaming, but I do like seeing them squirm," he said rather blankly to Barty.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>Lavender was so captivated by watching Alvira strangle the man. She hadn't even noticed August coming up to her. She jumped and nearly fell off her barrel when the other female started speaking to her. Clearing her throat a little, she nodded, "Yes. They are..." though she was much more interested in Alvira. He was so strong. Lavender had never know a wizard that would or could strangle a human without the use of magic. Lavender knew her father would never approve of a man like that. Nor would her mother...not that she thought she stood a chance at even being on a first name basis with a man like that.<br/><br/>When Elvira came over to them, she thought about hopping off her barrel and running off, but she didn't. That wasn't proper. Elvira was beautiful, much more so than herself. It was obvious what this one lacked in physical strength she made up for in mental strength. This one was powerful, just in a different way. The way she was dressed and stood spoke volumes to Lavender, "I'm Lavender Ackerly," she muttered softly.<br/><br/>Despite how Elvira held herself, Lavender technically out ranked her. She may not have been marked, but she was still a Death Eater. With that in mind, she straightened her back and tried to look a little more imposing, "Pleasure to meet you, Elvira. Is that...uh..." she didn't know his name, "...that man? Is he your brother?"<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Voldemort</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>The Dark Lord was content to sit here for the rest of the night, ending the night in a big bang by blowing up Riddle House. But low ranked Death Eater came before him and gave him news that was quite upsetting. Voldemort had chosen the Potter boy as the child of prophecy because at the time that was the only known child to be born during the time the prophecy stated and because he was half-blood. Sadly, the prophecy had not stated a blood status. Any male child born at the end of the seventh month could be the child. Now there was another one. That was why he'd sent Ky to St. Mungo's to get information on any child that might have been born in July, 1980, "The Longbottoms..." he growled. A perfectly good, pure-blood family. Voldemort did not like spilling pure-blood, but he couldn't allow any child that could be the child of prophecy to live. He just couldn't, "Thank you Kyraina. This information will be quite useful..." even though it upset him, it was also good to know, "You'll be rewarded for you work...now please, go," he had matters to attend to.<br/><br/>Of course one presented it self as Damien apparated. He hated half-bloods and half-species, but some of them were useful for menial tasks. The part-Gaint dragged his worthless father up to him and he sneered, "Did you really think you could get away from us? It pains me to know that a once great Death Eater like yourself would run to the Aurors," Damien's father had become a thorn in his side.<br/><br/>"Damien. Kill him. Now," if Damien ever wanted to move up in ranks, he'd have to prove he could be as ruthless as Lucius, Bellatrix, and Barty.