Traviata grinned as Ivy suddenly made her way into the room. "Because you're always up to somethin', Mousie," she winked. Ivy and Connor were closer than she and Ivy were - and he'd been absent for some time. She made no moves further, simply observed. She made note to listen, if only a little bit from time to time. Curiosity killed the cat, as it were; she just couldn't help eavesdropping, particularly when it involved this little group of friends she'd grown close to over the years. She silently wondered if they would ever be able to meet Ivy's little brother, but it wasn't her business. It would happen if it was meant to.

What was even more interesting to Traviata was the way that Connor's eyes darted between herself and Murphy. A slight smirk curled at her lips and an eyebrow shot up as she noted that his gaze fell upon his twin instead of her. She knew that eye-lock all too well. She and Eliana had done the same thing when a message needed to be conveyed without words. She looked toward Murphy as his hand closed around her wrist, chuckling silently as her eyes met his. She settled against the counter next to him, subtly dragging her nails along his arm for a moment or two as her own arm came up to fold over her chest. She tried her best to hide a shudder as his voice came low in her ear. The conversation wasn't one of any nature that should make her do so, but the way he talked made it difficult to keep the goosebumps from happening. Turning her head toward him, she smirked, "Yea, but it's not like they're the only ones," she whispered back with a wink.

Her fingers drummed along the flesh of each opposite arm, her head tilting inquisitively as the twins spoke. There had been an exceedingly large amount of Death Eater activity lately, starting in February and popping up more progressively as time continued. Traviata tended to stay out of the way of the dark forces, and of the Ministry. It wasn't her place, and so long as she lay low, she wasn't affected by it all. But in reality, they all were. She knew that. And she knew that Murphy and Connor were so passionate in their plight that they wouldn't likely let the chance go to do some good. Traviata wouldn't soon abandon them in that; particularly not Murphy.

"They've been coming out of hiding more and more lately," she nodded, following Murphy in his train of thought without so much as skipping a bit. "Connor makes a good point. There's dirt everywhere - not just in the general society of the world. These guys are bad news... And it doesn't much look like the Ministry's having any luck with them. But that's what Death Eaters expect - the Ministry. They don't expect separate entities." Traviata's eyes darkened for a moment as strange voices began to swirl around her head, in her ears. She tried her best to repress them until a later time, when she could be alone. She didn't need to be having a vision now.