She channeled her fury into one spell after another and tried to feel the same sort of satisfaction that Molly got from a clean house. The curtains beat themselves, and swarms of dust and disintegrating fabric rose into the air, only to be swept outdoors with one wave of her wand.  She decided the curtains themselves had to go as well.  They had plenty of warp left, but almost no woof, and her low opinion of the Blacks sunk lower.  Only an idiot hung would hang silk drapes with no lining.  