Silence reigned over the room for a long moment while Beckett's words were contemplated by all parties involved. Finally, Bowen was the one to speak, shaking his head in awe. "So that's that, then," he said aloud, glancing over to Beckett again. "Should've known you'd be the one to come up with this, love."
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At the far end of the table, Nigel was staring intently at his steepled fingers, the thoughts racing in an effort to come to a conclusion before another idea could be started. It was hardly what he'd been hoping to see--he'd been hoping to see the next generation of Death Eaters, begun anew!--but... it did have promise.
Perhaps not having one group to attribute the murder to would make it harder on the Aurors. Not being able to find the insurgents responsible would allow them more freedom--without a Mark to hide, they would walk the streets fearless, confident, the Ministry unable to touch them.
Still... the idea of attempting to instill a fear of Muggles, of all sorts, made Nigel's lip curl just so slightly. It was obvious that they would hardly be able to make these sorts of plans... but then again, it was possible he was simply not giving them enough credit. If one were to look back at the history of the world and see all the bloody wars Muggles had caused... But it was demeaning, to allow them the fear that would rightfully belong to this group, he and those about him.
Perhaps it was that that had been the Death Eaters' downfall. A sense of pride, as it were. Hubris. Hmm. It was an angle that required further thought.
In spite of his thoughts, Nigel spoke not a word, turning his attention back to the conversation of the table and reserving judgment for whatever was decided upon by the rest of them all.