[center][b]1st of December, 1999 – Aldenberg Manor
Kyle McCarthy[/b][/center]

Kyle had stood when Siobhan, and any other woman, came into the room. He may believe them as equals, but he was a guest in Albert's manor and had no desire to threaten the generosity of the man. Kyle gave Siobhan a warm smile, and a hello. She was the only he ever gave a warm smile to. For the most part Kyle was too serious for that, but Siobhan was all of his childhood, his innocent days, the time when the biggest fear was a bad grade. Even then there was the danger looming of Voldemort, but he was a distant threat then. Siobhan was a warm reminder of a life lost, of a potential future however minute the chances of that future was. For Kyle Siobhan was his cause.

Kyle wondered what this meeting would give them. Probably nothing, just like the previous meetings. Nothing but bad news. He remembered a saying "No news is good news" and how much of a lie that was. To hear no news was hearing someone else failed to report in, another person dead and gone. Kyle waited for the hammer to drop. To hear another name, another family gone. It didn't even matter who the people were anymore, they were dead, maybe even killed by his own family. His own sister behind the wand. His smile disappeared. He was glad Siobhan sat next to him, her warmth reminded him of those still living, those they still fought for.