Calum hobbled out the front door of his cabin the moment the two had breached the perimeter. The Death Eaters acting as protectors remained at a safe distance, ready for anything. He was an older wizard with dull, gray hair hanging down to his collarbone. He dressed like a lumberjack, fit with heavy boots, worn and tattered jeans, and a thick buffalo plaid jacket. An old knitted beanie sat at the top of his head, holding his hair down and in place.