Who: The Death Eaters What: Mayhem and Death, of course. Where: The ruins of St Augstine's Abbey, Canterbury. Then anywhere and everywhere. When: Saturday evening Rating: Probably High by the end
Rabastan looked at the assembled group before him. Anxious and restless. He was not surprised in the slightest to see some of the older members of their group ready to hear what the plan was and get on with it. He was eager to let them.
"Today I discovered that the spell that casts the Mark of the Dark Lord into the sky is traced. Just as saying the Dark Lord's name during the last war was a taboo, it seems this spell is as well." Clever move, by the Ministry. But they would pay for it tonight. They would pay for the fact that he had been unable to see the look upon Luna Lovegood's face as she came home to discover the Mark.
"Upon casting it, Aurors will arrive at the location of its casting. So let's give them a chase, shall we? Just cast it. Kill if you'd like. By the end of the night, let's have run them all over the country. Teach them just how effective their tracking methods are."
He nodded toward those who'd served in previous wars. "You who know the incantation are of course free to proceed. Enjoy yourselves."
He had no doubt they would, as older Death Eaters began to apparate away. He addressed the remainder. "For the rest of you, I will teach you now. Pay attention! Then get the hell out of here and cause some trouble of your own. If you get caught? Well, we've exhausted our patience on breaking Death Eaters free."
He looked around once, as if asking for agreement, and then shouted out the incantation. "MORSMORDRE!"
The Dark Mark appeared in the sky, for no reason other than demonstrating its use. The Aurors would soon arrive and find nothing. And then, all over Great Britain, the Mark would be cast, giving them chase until late into the evening, or whenever the Death Eaters got bored.
The first cracks could be heard. "Well get out!" Rabastan demanded, but he did not stick around to make sure they all did. Anyone who failed to make him or herself scarce was hardly an asset to them in the first place.