He stood there with his back turned to her clad in a black cloak. Then he turned around, and instead of his face, she saw a mask that resembled a skull – the usual Death Eater outfit, but slightly different from what she remembered. Upon closer look, she noticed the robes were embroidered with metallic ornaments, there was also a belt with at least ten sharp knives. He wore thick leather gloves, and his hair was hidden by a hood of his cloak. He held no wand between his lithe fingers. When Hermione came to stand side by side with him, she realized he was so much taller and so much bigger than her. She couldn’t help but wonder whether using dark magic and torturing and killing people while having no single empathetic bone in one’s body makes people grow into literal walking mountains. If so, the Order was doomed.