Elphais moved, a shadow in the near dark, as he moved down stairwells and through corridors. He kept his pace at a steady rate. Quick, but not hurried; careful, but not paranoid. He kept his mask firmly in place, his hood pulled up, as he moved into the end of a damp, dingy corridor. The light overhead flickered casting the occupants into a more sinister appearance than a group of Death Eaters - hooded and masked - generally appeared to be. Coming to a halt, he looked back over his shoulder for the first time and then turned his gaze, eyes moving behind the immovable mask.

"Everything should be in order," he said, tugging out a vial with what appeared to be an eerie looking red potion swirling within. He held it out towards the Death Eater he took to be Bellatrix. The witch, with more care than she usually gave to things, took the potion and brought it up to look at it in the flickering light.

"You're sure this is uncontaminated?"

"Questioning my ability?"

Her eyes lifted to stare over at him from behind her mask, smirking to herself. She enjoyed, vastly, getting under Haddock's skin. He was incredibly easy to set off. However, that wasn't what their job was at the moment. "No. Of course not," she said, still looking at the veil.