"Quiet you old crone! Before I burn the wall you are on! I might not be able to take down your portrait, but the wall can be!" yelled a voice, Sirius, as he walked out of the side room with his wand pointing at a portrait on the far wall. He motions toward the sheet on the ground and covers the portrait of, what is presumed to be his mother. After congratulating himself, he noticed us staring at him in disbelief. He introduced us to his house, but I ignored it to focus on the tiny fractals that were slowly growing around the covered portrait. 