Harry and Draco were the only ones ready at a reasonable hour the next morning. While they were sat enjoying a bacon sandwich and a lovely cup of tea (courtesy of Kreacher, who had practically trembled with delight when Draco had groaned in appreciation at the first bite of his sandwich), the rest of the house was in chaos. Beyond the kitchen door, they could barely hear the furious wailing of Mrs Black over the noise the rest of the household was making; shouting and running up and down the stairs and the corridor, with deafening bangs making the door shake, and at one point a high pitched squealing sound that made them both wince. The kitchen was another world, and practically tranquil, compared to the rest of the house. They took their cue to start making a move, however, when Moody clunked his way through the kitchen.