Voldemort stood in the empty dark alley with his hood over his head. Even in a completely different physical form, his eyes still glinted in the shadows. He lifted his hand up to his face to get a much more intimate feel of the newly developed flesh he created. Not needing the attention, Voldemort created the idea of slipping on an elaborate disguise. One far more advanced than any polyjuice potion could make.

Edie appeared in front of Voldemort, still clutching her throbbing arm. "My Lord," she hissed, bowing slightly. She pulled her hood down and eyed him in curiousity. "Is this the appearance you wish to use when you enter the dance?"

Voldemort nodded slowly. "Indeed," he said gravely. "I already have developed a deep hatred for it. But it will at least lead me through the doors of Hogwarts for one night without a commotion."

Ravyn had been hiding, when she heard what Voldemort wanted to do, she smiled to herself. She had finally had something to report to Dumbledore.

Edie held a strange resentment towards the new skin as well. "It will go away after the task is done, My Lord?" she said, raising her eyebrows.

Someone else was there, Remus listened from around a corner of a nearby shop, after trying to get hold of some wolfsbane potion, he could recall some of the voices, but what they said was a little unclear. He moved a little closer, making sure his wand was in hand ready..he wanted to know what they were talking about, knowing they were more than likely, death eaters.