You knock on the heavy, tall wooden doors and wait with some impatience for them to open. An elf greets you, bowing lowly, and you follow it, looking around the lavish surroundings. The elf leads you to the dinner table, squeaks out your presence, and shuffles back out. You curtsy gracefully. Sir Black, Madam Black, you intone. It is an honor. They barely spare you a glance and a nod, clapping for the food to be served. You didn’t care. Really, it was amazing that they’d allowed you to step foot in here in the first place. Perhaps they thought you were a potential wife for Sirius. You shudder at the thought while sitting next to him. He throws a grin at you and you nod back, then glance over the rest of the family. Immediately you notice a gorgeous young woman, probably about ten years older than you. Her piercing black eyes look over you, a cold, curious look in them.