Despite the lengths their Dark Lord took in order to limit possibilities of jeopardizing their forces, names and faces of known Death Eaters swam silently among the group every so often. Ezra was quick to jot down everything within his memory especially the youthful smiles that entered their ranks. Though he kept his distance, he was aware of Regulus Blacks participation from a young age. Curiosity naturally pushed to the surface; how did the images they dealt with affect such a young members views on their mission? Ezra found only a deep dark pleasure in the activities he headed, but he would be naive to not admit others may not feel the same. “’Morning Regulus.” He looked up from the cup of coffee he was lazily stirring. “How’s the job hunt going?”