ooc- pretty soon I'll be bringing Darrin back in, so just so you all rememeber, he was the dude in grey.

Outside, the snow lashed upon the windows and cut harshly across his cheeks as he looked through the windows underneath his invisibility cloak. Inside, he could her and him and some others. Talking vividly. Then he clapped eyes on the one who had betrayed Him. The Dark Lord. Staring down at his newly formed Dark Mark, Darrin stared dead ahead of himself as he marched toward the oak doors, Voldemort's anger running through him, his mind over-run by jealous, angry, vengeful thoughts.