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( 𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔦𝔦, 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝖙𝖜𝖔 ) — noble and most ancient house of black
''Sorry for the wait, I was feeding Buckbeak. I keep him upstairs in my mother's bedroom. Anyway, Molly asked me to take a look at this writing desk.''
Evangeline rose from the leather settee she previously occupied, nodding to the slightly shaking locked cabinet.
''It is a Boggart,'' she told the Black man. ''At least, I think it is.''
''Perhaps we ought to let Mad-Eye have a shifty at it before we let it out — knowing my mother it could be something much worse.''
A loud clanging bell sounded from downstairs, followed at once by the cacophony of screams and wails.
''I keep telling them not to ring the doorbell!'' Sirius exclaimed exasperatedly, hurrying out of the room. He thundered down the stairs as Walburga Black's screeches echoed through the house,
''Stains of dishonour, filthy half-breeds, blood traitors, children of filth . . . ''
He had returned within a couple minutes, out of breath, only to find Evangeline and Kreacher in what seemed to be a staring contest, when in reality the miserly house-elf was trying to decipher where the pure-bloods loyalties lied.
''What do you want, Kreacher?''
''Kreacher is cleaning,'' he said evasively, his large eyes darting from the witch.
''A likely story,'' he muttered, glowering at the house-elf. Kreacher flung himself into a ridiculously low bow that flattened his snout-like nose on the floor. ''Stand up straight. Now, what are you up to?''
''Kreacher is cleaning. Kreacher lives to serve the Noble House of Black—''
''It's getting blacker everyday, its filthy.''
''Master always liked his little jokes. Master was a nasty ungrateful swine who broke his mother's heart—''
''My mother didn't have a heart,'' he snapped. ''She kept herself alive out of pure spite.''
Kreacher bowed again, murmuring furiously. ''Whatever Master says. Master is not fit to wipe slime from his mother's boots, oh my poor Mistress, what would she say if she saw Kreacher serving him, how she hated him, what a disappointment he was—''
