*Sirius casts one final, loathing look over his shoulder to Narcissa, and then turns, scanning meticulously. Next is a bookshelf, and this time Sirius doesn't bother asking--he just undoes the wards with his wand, they're fairly obvious ones to protect something of value. They were everywhere back in that house, the one Sirius is trying very hard not to think of, and he's trying so hard not to think of it while passing the Detector past the row of books that he almost misses the needle spiking. But he swings his hand holding the device back around, closer to the spines this time, and the needle strains hard against the pin at the end of the scale. He narrows it to the shelf, then to the set of books, and then, as he's bringing it closer and closer to the edge of the three spines that seem to be setting it off--two enormous leatherbound tomes and one slim, battered volume--the needle snaps off entirely with a sad little ping.*
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*Sirius casts one final, loathing look over his shoulder to Narcissa, and then turns, scanning meticulously. Next is a bookshelf, and this time Sirius doesn't bother asking--he just undoes the wards with his wand, they're fairly obvious ones to protect something of value. They were everywhere back in that house, the one Sirius is trying very hard not to think of, and he's trying so hard not to think of it while passing the Detector past the row of books that he almost misses the needle spiking. But he swings his hand holding the device back around, closer to the spines this time, and the needle strains hard against the pin at the end of the scale. He narrows it to the shelf, then to the set of books, and then, as he's bringing it closer and closer to the edge of the three spines that seem to be setting it off--two enormous leatherbound tomes and one slim, battered volume--the needle snaps off entirely with a sad little ping.*
Arthur?