*Barty or ghosts, now that Sirius thinks about it. This sort of spookiness would probably amuse whatever is haunting this groaning behemoth of a house these days. Still, neither is really capable of hurting him.*

Barty, if that's you, it's Sirius. I just need to talk.

*He peers into the room the dress plumed out of, wand raised and ready to shield himself, if necessary.*