Plans
The dungeon where they had decided to meet was damp and cold. As the Dark Lord always requested, they were all wearing their masks. Despite this, Barty knew who all of them were. His eyes rested on one in particular; Regulus Arcturus Black. They were both near the end of the table farthest from Voldemort. Those seats were reserved for his most loyal followers; those among the likes of Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange, not new recruits. Like all Blacks, Regulus was thin, but not unattractive. His hair was significantly shorter than his brother's - or even his father's - but it still looked nice. Barty thought it would be soft to the touch.
As the Dark Lord started to speak, Barty kept his eyes on Regulus. Just because the Black was arranged to be married didn't mean that a Death Eater like him couldn't stop it. And that was exactly what he planned to do.