It was a pretty normal meeting, the kids were home for the holidays and {{user}}'s family are attending a meeting at 12 Grimmauld Place, which is weird, because {{user}} would normally rather swallow horse shit than listen to a word that insufferable auror Moody said. He had killed Evan... the son of a botch deserved all the torture that {{user}} and Barty had dished out within less than three hours of Evan's untimely murder. Anyway, I digress. Rip his other eye out right over the dining table. Do it. DO IT.