Alvira sneered, he<em>was</em>new, but not new enough to not know that this woman was just a lower ranking Death Eater; she wasn’t important. It didn’t matter; he wouldn’t have talked to her anyways. He wasn’t even going to humor her as he turned his visions from her to the Dark Lord. Elvira, on the other hand, smiled, she was tired of standing around like a statue, she was a lot more clueless than her older brother.<br/><br/>“Charmed,” Elvira started, reaching her hand out in a womanly fashion, that hand shake where the fingers and thumb only touch, “I’m Elvira—<em>eep</em>!” Elvira cried out once her brother gripped her wrist; he wasn’t crushing it, he only startled her.<br/><br/>Alvira pulled her arm towards his chest, his eyes traveling down towards his little sister, “Do not talk to anyone here.” He scolded.<br/><br/>Elvira frowned, so antisocial, “Relax, baby, she’s just being nice.” Though she didn’t know how ‘nice’ any self-respecting pureblood could be; because she sure as hell knows she never was.<br/><br/>Elvira trailed her hand up his chest and caressed his cheek, Alvira closed his eyes—hand still holding her wrist—he pulled her hand over to his lips, and kissed her knuckles. “We are not lost. Run along, little coniglio.” Alvira’s gruff voiced<em>told</em>against his sister’s thin knuckles, eyes still closed. He was telling her, he wants her gone, it wasn’t much of a demand, yet, but it wasn’t that serious; he just didn’t want to be bothered.<br/><br/>Elvira gently tugged her hand from his grip, and folded her arms loosely, holding her elbows. “Now, Alvira, do try not to act so boorishly…” She said affectionately, then turned her dark eyes to Kyraina; smiling that smile that made one think if it was really so ‘nice’, “I'm sorry for him,” She wasn’t, “He doesn’t take well to others,” Those other than<em>her</em>, of course, “I’m not a part of this… ‘group’, so I would very much like for you to inform u—…” She looked up at Alvira, who was staring at the Dark Lord, “…<em>me</em>of what’s exactly going on.” He wasn’t holding her neck anymore, so she turned and grabbed onto his arm, “Alvira never tells me<em>anything</em>.” She teased, rubbing her cheek against his arm.