Who: Lord Voldemort and his faithful followers What: A dark meeting. Of dark matters. And dark proportions. Where: Voldemort's super secret location. Read: Borgin & Burke's basement. When: Sunday, 9 am sharp Status: Complete Rating: PG-ish; may rise depending upon the level of defiance. I feel the fire burning in my veins, Lightning strikes at my command.
As the clock within the shop basement was ticking closer to the 9 am mark, the cloaked figure that stood before a crate of dark artifacts slowly turned, tips of its robes brushing against the dusty concrete of the basement at Borgin & Burke's. This place was warded well and a watch was kept on it at all hours, due to the nature of the items within as well as the esteemed guest who saw it as the perfect meeting place for his loyal followers.
The name 'Lord Voldemort' wasn't yet known enough to cause mass hysteria, but if he had his way over the next few months, he and his followers would bring the wrath of the dark side of magic upon those fools who saw it necessary to promote muggle detritus within the Wizarding world. Turning again, slowly and meticulously, he positioned himself before the very centre of the concrete jungle, again observing the singular clock in the room as it was about to chime the appropriate time.
The violence of his anger befall the head of the Death Eater who should keep their Lord waiting.