<div align="center"><em>Evan Rosier - Time for some fun...</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>Evan Rosier was ready to settle down for the night. He'd had a long day of helping one of the older Death Eaters get information from a Ministry worker. It had taken hours to get anything out of the pathetic man. When they got what they wanted, Evan had been left to 'clean up'. That was one of his favorite parts. Watching them squirm as he decided how to dispose of them. Sometimes they would even throw themselves at his feet and beg for mercy. Finally, he'd decided on his favorite way. Blowing them up. Sure it was messy, but it was so much fun seeing their faces just before they realized that pieces of their bodies were being torn apart by the blast of the spell. It was easy enough to clean up after that, but the feeling he got from seeing them fall to pieces was just short of amazing.<br/><br/>When he first felt the familiar, warm stinging sensation on his left forearm, he thought he was to be assigned another task for today. He was shocked to feel the 'excitement' that ran through him as the Dark Lord's feelings of victory washed through the Dark Mark and through his body. The dark haired wizard knew that Voldemort had intended on finding the Potter's tonight. Had he really done it? Had he outsmarted Dumbledore and found the Secret-Keeper? Apparently he had.<br/><br/>Eager to see what all their hard work had gotten them, Evan apparated quickly to the graveyard in Little Hangleton. Once there, he pulled the hood of his cloak up and covered his face with the bronze and silver colored Death Mask that he'd made for himself after receiving his Dark Mark several years ago. He was one of the few Death Eaters that had received his mark at a very young age.<br/><br/>It was well past midnight, but the graveyard had an eerie green glow about it. Not far from the grave of Tom Riddle was the body of a dead, old Muggle man. Possibly the care taker of Riddle House. It was unknown to Rosier, and probably many of the younger Death Eaters, why Lord Voldemort used this location...but it did make for a nice setting. Dark, cold, and out of the way. Not many came by here.<br/><br/>Seeing the Dark Lord himself sitting on the arms of the angle statue that stood over the grave of Tom Riddle, he walked over and bowed slightly, "My Lord..." Evan slowly removed his mask. It was only a matter of time before the others showed up. Once they did, he was sure Voldemort would explain what was to happen next.