“Miscreants! Blood traitors!” The screeching voice echoed around the nearly empty house. “Get out of here!”

“I’m going. I’m going,” the mumbles from down the darkened corridor reached the portrait, and she quieted for a moment.

“Idiot of the world! How dare you,” Mrs. Black started up again, her voice reaching piercing levels. She seemed to be pacing the frame, and it was obviously driving her crazy that she couldn’t see. “Get out of here.”

“Said I was going,” Mundungus appeared out of nowhere and shook a stuffed sack at her. “Yell all you want. I got everything I needed.”


How about Mudungus trying to lift everything from the black residence with Mrs Black's portrait screaming at him?