Contemplating how Kreacher's head would look on the wall.

I'm so sorry you were embarrassed like that. We should have just told them somehow. I just wanted Remus to feel comfortable and it really isn't anyone's business but ours. Yours and his and mine, that is.

And the little blighter would wait until I'd left the room for a second, so I couldn't shut him up right away.

I hope it doesn't mean we've scandalised half the Order into never coming back, though.

Bea all settled down, finally?