The Discussion- [All Death Eaters]

'So close... so close.' The voices within his head echoed as he awaited the company of his fellow Death Eaters. Time was wearing thin as he had gone over the Halloween Party that was now taking place within the Forbidden Forest. 'Forbidden Forest. What a place to hold such an event.' Deacon Nott's eyes narrowed as he had recapped every small memory of that place. All of the scoldings he had taken from the head master for wandering alone- receiving detention. It was all well worth it. But now he had bigger things to worry about- Everything his father had once known was beginning to crumble. The way Dolohov had lead his fellow Death Eaters was rueful. Unacceptable. And, of course, Deacon had figured he could do a much better job- as stubborn and arrogant as he was -Even if he would receive hell about this in due time.

Pressing his fingertips against the heavy oak door, Deac stepped out into the dim lighting. Soon he would make history- Soon he would put the entire Wizardry world in utter horror. Raising questions, bringing back old dying memories that many had so feared would return- Attacking a school dance was one way to bring terror. -- Taking a seat at his fathers beautifully handcrafted desk, Deacon pulled out his wand and placed it before him. In all honesty, the man was unsure on how Dolohov would handle him dissembling behind her back. Calling her followers to him. It was all just a matter of time - A small knock wrapped at his door followed by a familiar face; a smile eased across his face. "Mmm. I am pleased to see you here." The tone of his voice was somewhat eerie and deep. This- right here- was a side to Deacon Nott that no one had quite known about. Not even his father.