<div align="center"><em>Evan Rosier</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>Evan wasn't too surprised when the others showed up and didn't acknowledge his presence, simply because he didn't do it himself. They were not here for each other. The only thing that brought them together was the scar on their left arms, pure-blood, and the man that stood before them. His father had been out of commission for several years, Evan was there to represent his whole family and their support to the cause.<br/><br/>The shriek of Bellatrix was unnerving. The woman was a harpy, in his opinion. A woman who's talents were great, but mental stability was something to be looked after. He could hardly believe her husband allowed her out alone with how easily she was set into outbursts. Still, she was a beautiful woman and nearly the perfect picture of what a pure-blood witch should be. Same for Gemini. If he'd been a little older, he would have tried to woo Gemini for himself years ago. Davus had beat him to the punch though. Evan had yet to find a pure-blood woman he considered suitable enough to marry. A woman like Gemini is what he hoped for.<br/><br/>The Dark Lord rose and expressed his success over the child that may have grown to defy him one day. It filled him with pride to know that he'd not only chosen the right side to ally himself with, but that nothing could stop them anymore. Not even Dumbledore could stop them. If the old man couldn't even protect a child from the Dark Lord, then how could he even hope to stop them now? Evan could see nothing for them to fear anymore.<br/><br/>When Voldemort set the grave on fire and told them that tonight was for celebration, he smiled. One of his favorite things to do was to find pretty Muggles and make them do whatever he told them to. Who didn't enjoy having someone serving them? Evan rose to his feet and walked over to the green fire, basking for a few moments in it's warmth and splendor. He knew it was wrong, but sometimes he couldn't take his eyes off Gemini. She lacked Bella's mental instability and that made her perfect in his eyes. Pure-blooded, beautiful, talented, and strong willed.<br/><br/>Evan needed something to take his mind off those thoughts. It would do no good for him to start something within the group. The Dark Lord would never approve of him trying to steal away Davus' wife. Instead, he pulled his wand out and started for the village in hopes of being the first to wake the Muggles from their slumber. He wasted no time in walking down the dirt path from the graveyard and setting fire to the first house he came across. Unfortunately, it appeared to be abandoned. Old and crumbling before he even set fire to it. A dirty, old, wooden sign near the fence said 'Gaunt'. It meant nothing to him as he moved on further down the path.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>The Ackerly family was doing much the same as the Crouch family. Though instead of one of them being at work, all three of them sat around the table. Father at the head of the table, wife to his right, and daughter to his left. Lavender pecked meekly at her roasted hen. They were wealthy enough to afford a decent sized home and good food, but not to afford a House Elf or and kind of Maid to do the cooking and cleaning for them. That was Mrs. Ackerly's job. Lavender's job was to find a good husband and try to make up for being a failure in school. So far she'd done neither of those.<br/><br/>"Did you speak with that young man your father sent to the shop today?" her mother's other job was to hen peck Lavender to death.<br/><br/>She just stared down at her food and shook her head, "He wasn't a 'young' man, Mother. He was nearly twice my age."<br/><br/>"He was willing to talk with you, Lavender. He is the Assistant to the Head Potioneer at the Ministry. I'll send him again tomorrow and say that you were sick today," her father snapped, "You're much too old to not be married."<br/><br/>"Yes, Father," she said softly, knowing it was useless to try and fight with something like this.<br/><br/>"Good. Now eat your food and be happy that anyone is willing to consider courting you," he snapped once more.<br/><br/>"Yes, Father. I know, Father," she nearly mocked and went about picking at her food again.<br/><br/>She was partly through her food when she felt a sharp pain in the side of her head. Lavender had to fight to keep the feeling from causing her eyes to roll back and pass out on the table. She hated these things. Surely there was a better way to contact them than to send shooting pains through their temples. Then again, if there was a less painful way to do it, she was sure he would never chose that option, "May I be excused for the night? I'm tired."<br/><br/>Bother her parents looked up at her for a moment, "No. Finish your food, then you may go to bed," Father's word was law in this house, but the pain shot through her head again.<br/><br/>"Please, Father. I'm full. It would be best for me not to eat too much. Mother said the other day that it looks like I've gained some weight. It would be best if I didn't finish. Right, Mother?" Father's word was law, but Mother was the one in charge of the family's appearance to the public. Her mother nodded a little, "See. May I go?" with a sigh, her father allowed it and she quickly ran up to her bedroom before apparating to the location that had flashed through her mind.<br/><br/>Lavender wasn't a good Death Eater. She wasn't smart enough or maybe not strong enough to be allowed a Mark. Instead she was left to sit back and do meager things for the cause. She appeared behind a row of gravestones and watched as the Dark Lord gave his orders for them to have their way with the little village. Lavender wasn't normally a loud or spontaneous person, but being around the Death Eaters for a celebration was certainly an experience. She'd seen things that people her age shouldn't at these things. It was...exciting...to be apart of it.<br/><br/>She slipped closer to the group of Marked Death Eaters and kept her back pressed to a tall headstone. Watching to see what the other Death Eaters would do. She saw Rosier already head for the village. Likely to find alcohol and some Muggle girl to toy with. She saw Barty, one of the few Death Eaters younger than herself. He was handsome and obviously talented. Probably the kind of wizard her parents would like to see her married to. But no, he wasn't really her type. Lavender wasn't sure what her 'type' was.