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With a flick of Andromeda's wand, the lamps on the wall lit up, illuminating the dark narrow hallway with an eerie incandescent glow. A sense of foreboding immediately dawned in Ophiuchus's mind. In a single glimpse round the house, anyone could tell that no one had lived here in almost a decade. Unless you count his grandmother's old house-elf who'd certainly done nothing in the last ten years.
Ophiuchus couldn't help but think about the plethora of pests which were currently being hosted by this house. A layer of dust had collected upon the furniture over the ears, and the decapitated house-elf heads aligned on the wall, right above his head just gave the finishing touch to the aesthetic. It was not pleasant. The carpet beneath his feet had gathered enough dust over the years to cough it up each time someone laid foot on it. He wondered how so many people had been living in this place for weeks without cleaning a single thing. And if the cleaned anything, then certainly it needed more cleaning.
Ophiuchus followed Andromeda, without saying anything down a flight of stairs, which, if he was right, lead to the basement. A plump ginger-head woman, greeted them at the door of what seemed to be the kitchen. He knew that only because he could smell something cooking.
"Right on time, Andromeda," the woman smiled, opening the door wider to let them in.
"Yes Molly," Andy returned the gesture, in a rather forced manner, " Careful around the fire, Dora." She sent at Nymphie who was currently trying to take a peek at the pot.
Ophiuchus felt a pair of eyes staring intently at him. He knew them, he had seen them before. They were too familiar to his own, for him to ignore the similarity. He froze. Andromeda had warned him beforehand, but his father's presence was still overwhelming to him. He just wished for the ground to crack open and swallow him.
"Eddie," said Andy, sending Sirius a meaningful look, "Sit. The rest of the kids will be down here for dinner soon."
Ophiuchus frowned slightly at Andy, before doing whatever she had asked him to do. Despite the fact that he wanted to escape having a conversation with his father. He knew if he sat at the table, doing absolutely nothing, someone would definitely initiate a conversation and then he would be forced into it.
"So," said Nymphie, as she completely ignored Sirius's expectant look and helped herself into the chair right beside her cousin, "How was the journey ? Still hate apparition as much ?"
