Seasons don't fear the reaper, nor do the wind, the sun or the rain..we can be like they are
[Yorkshire] [11:59pm] [Pansy, Anya]
Rosier arrived ahead of time putting up all the necessary wards. It had taken him months to find the perfect spot. He wasn't going to be sentimental like the Dark Lord. Not that he would ever question him to his face, but meeting in cemetary was stupid and risky. And Selwyn was an idiot to convince them that his manor was the perfect meeting place. No. They needed someplace remote. Someplace that had nooks to hide and even more important had no magical connections at all. Rosier found the perfect place in Northern England some abandoned Abbey that gave tours during the day. Idiot muggles. Paying to see the remains of some dead building. Their stupidity mad him ill. They all deserved death, long torturous death. He checked his watch and quickly finished the wards. The two women would be here soon and their meeting had to be protected.