"Lord Borr, I must congratulate you onyour promotion. I am looking to join the Ministry. My name is Leonidas Trevors." He said as he bowed to the plump man, looking him over. Ahhh, so many people of the Cult here, including the guest of honor. Now where is that blasted wandmaker? Leonidas was wearing a black silk shirt, an emerald green tie made of silk, a dragon hide vest, and a long leather cape, black on the outside, and emerald green silk on the inside, and of course his black leather gloves. He gathered his new walking stick/wand with the giant emerald top back in his hand and turned towards the shop. Maybe he's over there waiting on me. I just hope he knows that he'd better show up.

His hands began to sweat, so he took the gloves off and shoved them in his back pocket. Every other person he passed by he could sense was a Cult member. His family crest with the emerald underneath seemed to catch every light in the place and shown blilliantly. The stone in the other ring, however, showed up grey and dull and was a little tarnished. That had been a family heirloom as well. His father told him the story about finding it after the fall of the Dark Lord in the Foribidden Forrest of Hogwarts. He always wore this ring in case he needed advisement from his grandfather, also a Death Eater, and his wife, both of whom were dead. He never took this ring off except to use it. He quickened his pace to the wand shop as the lights grew dimmer and dimmer. This man had better not set him up.