<strong>Davus Gallimean</strong><br/><br/>Davus had come to stand quite close to Lucius, facing him. When he was asked where his wife was, he showed none of his feelings on the matter of her being with Rosier. "As much as we may be bound at the hip at times, we do have our separate times as well. This is one of them, for now." He and Rosier may not have been friends, but Davus didn't hate the man. Evan pined after his wife and it was fairly obvious, he however wasn't stupid enough to make a move on her and so Davus let things be. It would be complicated to attack a pure blood Death Eater anyways.<br/><br/>Davus turned around in a full circle as he peered at the carnage wrought about upon the village. It was a sight to behold but nothing compared to what they could really do nor compare to the power of Voldemort when he wished to use it to its fullest extent. Someday Davus hoped to see Voldemort at his best, defeating those before him with his gifted brilliance.<br/><br/>"Quite the fiery celebration. One would think we were all pyromaniac's with what we have done here." Davus chuckled at his remark and turned back to face Lucius. "How is your other half?" he asked casually. Normally Davus could care less about other peoples families, but since he had been married for awhile he found himself caring a little more. Now that he had something to care for he could understand a bit more the feeling of concern for another.