Evan, alongside the present Death Eaters, gathered around the long table, chairs drawn to be seated inside of. A long cloak cascaded down his form, obscuring his feet from the inconspicuous eye. His hair curled freely atop his scalp, blond filaments messed from earlier contact. His gaze flickered across the faces of the Dark Wizards, taking in the familiars and the news, before ultimately falling on Lord Voldemort.

He worked amongst his ranks, but it didn't stray from the man's eeriness.