"Stupid blood traitors," the sound of Kreacher grumbling at the far end of the kitchen was what finally separated their lips. Neither of them stepped back though. Instead, with their chests pressed flush together and both of them panting slightly, they stared down the kitchen, and waited to see what Kreacher would do. The house elf lingered only to steal a particularly ratty looking tea towel and disappear with it back into his bedroom.