The cloaked figures noticed his presence and gave a deep bow. When they rose, he was able to see their faces. A man and a woman, both covered in various tattoos, runes and tattoos that he again could, again, only garner some as ancient Gaelic. Both were fairly thin, not sickly so. From what he could tell under the hood, both had shaved heads. They both speak at the same time. Eerily so. "Lord Voldemort," his curse fired off. Giving him their exact location. Another point that irritated him was that Morgana was easily able to dismantle the jinx. But only a minor one. "We are the Children of Tobias." The accent was one not heard often in magical Britain. Americans. 