            "Oh, shut it," Hermione snapped. She took stock of the living space, then peered quickly into the other three rooms—two cramped bedrooms and a sunlit bath. "The place is unplottable, the floo network has been locked, and there don’t seem to be any neighbors. This will be fine, once it’s cleaned up." She shucked off her jacket, pulled out her wand, then began the cleansing charms. Sirius and Lucius watched her from their seats, and she felt self-conscious under their eyes. Being the only one with useable magic really will get old, she thought bitterly, blowing back a curl that stuck to her forehead.