Death Eaters Unite!

[legacyofhate]

He waited, standing tall and stoically even though his temper was rising. They were coming, but they all seemed to be taking their precious, glorious time. Nagini lifter her head from where she rested, coiled tightly about a dog that had wandered too close to her. She seemed pleased enough, though Voldemort's mood seemed to rub off uncomfortably.

"Late," He muttered, eyes narrowing as he turned and almost began to pace. But he didn't pace, it was unbecoming, and unlike him. He did not pace, he didn't appear angry or impatient without someone to take it out on.

So?

Where were they?