When he heard the knock on the door, he replaced the diabolical smirk that he had been wearing with a rather charming smile. Of course, it couldn't be seen as all that charming for his rather malevolent appearance. He took a position amongst the ranks of his followers, pulling his hood over his face so that she could not distinguish Death Eater from Dark Lord.
"Enter." He called. Only it wasn't simply his mouth or his lips moving. It was the entire circle of hooded figures, speaking in unison in a voice that was not their own. He found himself proud of his knowledge of some of the darker arts; for there was no one who knew as much as he -- and if the did? They were too frightened to actually use the fruits of their knowledge. Which made him the only person to wield such dark and powerful forces in his hands.
"Welcome. Have a seat, Miss Travers." With the last words arriving in a hiss, each person extended a hand in the direction of the small chair that was in the center of the circle.