"FILTHY MUDBLOOD IN MY HOUSE, THE MOST ANCIENT AND SACRED HOUSE OF BLACK! HOW DARE YOU DEFILE THIS HOUSE WITH YOUR-" Walburga Black was cut off by Harrys silencing charm and the curtains being tugged back in place. "I had forgotten about her. Come on, let's go to the kitchen, I’m starving." Harry led the way down the hall to where the maps covered the table. 