*The door opens, but it's not opened by either of the Malfoys. They don't do that, as a rule. Instead, a tiny figure clad in a pillow case tugs it open and stands there looking up at them - Dobby the house-elf, pitiful and cowed and clearly anxious as he looks between the four men who, he knows, have no business being here that will make his masters happy.
That anxiety only seems to multiply when he sees Sirius. He knows Kreacher, he knows the Blacks, and he'd recognize one of them anywhere - and if this is not a Black he knows, that leaves very few options that won't get him punished. Green eyes wide with apprehension, he reluctantly steps aside to let them in - if they got past the gate, they have business here, whether he likes it or not.*
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Date: 2011-05-11 03:27 pm (UTC)That anxiety only seems to multiply when he sees Sirius. He knows Kreacher, he knows the Blacks, and he'd recognize one of them anywhere - and if this is not a Black he knows, that leaves very few options that won't get him punished. Green eyes wide with apprehension, he reluctantly steps aside to let them in - if they got past the gate, they have business here, whether he likes it or not.*
Who may Dobby say is calling?