It was possibly the smoothest transition in leadership any rebellious fringe movement had ever had. Sandra was the first Death Eater leader Caelani had ever heard of who'd simply stepped down from the position. Perhaps she thought she could control them as one of the flock more effectively than she could as the shepherdess? That would be a bad mistake for her to have made, and Calli decided to keep a close eye on the former Dark Lady.
As for herself, it was time to implement her own plans, the foremost of which was seeing who would still answer the call when it went out. The tattoos were one of Voldemort's better ideas, though not without their drawbacks. He could have chosen something a little more discreet, for example. Nobody would suspect somebody with a butterfly tattoo was doing the Dark Lord's dirty work, now would they?
With a sigh, Calli walked back across the empty ballroom; empty but for the large, leather chair she'd placed right at the centre, and after sitting, pressed her wand onto her fore arm as she uttered the words she'd heard come from so many other pairs of lips over the years. It was almost like a dream, and she was glad she was sitting down, for she wasn't sure she'd be able to trust her own legs if she'd been standing.