"Stupid blood-traitors, traipsing all over the mistress’s finest rugs, oh what would she say if she could see the house now," Kreacher muttered to himself, not acknowledging that anyone else was in the room, "They should get out, they shouldn’t be here - stupid mudbloods and werewolves, and now thieves and criminals - oh the shame, the shame! She would turn if her grave, if mistress could see Kreacher now,"