Niabi stared at the moving pictures, all of them laughing as they waved at him, his head tilted a little as Finnick explained how muggle and wizarding pictures where different. "well, we have a few 'moving' pictures but not on paper." he admitted shaking his head. "there's an astonishingly complicated process in getting a picture to move in my world, and it's rather expensive." he admitted as he explained television and cable to her as best as he could. it wasn't one of those things that where easily explained, especially when he wasn't one hundred percent certain how it worked. "how can you not understand how your own technology works?" Draco asked lifting an eyebrow, Harry lifting an eyebrow. "i dunno... how about you explain how magic works?" he demanded, Draco opening his mouth, and then flushing as he realized he couldn't, and grumbled before going back to his breakfast, Niabi snorting before tensing as two POP's filled the air in the Apparation area, the Twins had arrived, in their usual disguises. no one knew who 'the twins' where except for Voldemort, Niabi, Finnick, and now Niabi. 'the twins' was simply what they where called, and they where disguised head to toe so no other Death Eater would recognize them. the ultimate spies, because no one else knew who they where. "Lucius, Narcissa, Draco, you have a good morning." Voldemort ordered as he stood, the malfoy's long used to him refusing to let them see who 'the twins' really where. Niabi stood as he was motioned to follow, since it did concern him.
they where waiting in the meeting room, long black cloaks hid their entire bodies, completely concealing them. even their hands where covered in black gloves, hoods hid their hair, and should the hood fall out of place black ski hoods covered their hair as well. identical
masks hid their faces, the creepy white masks where the only way to tell them apart, one done in red, the other done in blue. the masks gave Niabi the shivers, and he followed Voldemort's lead, the Dark Lord settling into his throne, Niabi settling into his chair at Finnicks side, Voldemort's ruby eyes staring at 'the twins'. "you have the information?" he asked, his eyes narrowed as they both nodded. they never spoke in the halls of the Dark Lords manor, in fact no one in the Dark Lords service had ever heard them speak, save for the aforementioned people. they handed Voldemort a small slip of paper, and his eyebrows raised before handing it to Niabi, who started to laugh. and laugh, and laugh, the Masks staring at him as he just kept on laughing and finally handed the piece of paper to Finnick, in the twins neat handwriting was 'Shadowwraith, Muggle'. those idiots where trying to hire his own father to kill him.