Scabior idly trudged through the halls of Hogwarts, looking around. It had been a while since he'd visited his old school, and now Dumbledore is dead he can have a wander without any issues.

Scabior can't help an amused smile as he remembers all the memories he had here when he was a student. His hands rest in his pockets as his boots click softly, but then his Dark Mark burns. He hisses to himself in pain, grasping his arm as he quickly disapparates to Malfoy Manor for the meeting he's been summoned to.