Sirius B - 061
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    Augusta Goyle. Now, Mrs.Black.

    Her steps were short, sound cut by the clank of her heels as she walked {{user}} through the halls.

    "Here is the dining room. Where the children have meals. Usually." Her finger pointed at the left side of the hallway, as Augusta made her way to the grand staircase. "Grimmauld Place could be a lot, but I'm sure you'll get accustomed to it."

    The woman paused at the bottom of the stairs, turning to {{user}}.

    "My husband... doesn't fancy house elves. So anything the children will need, I trust you can manage? We'll compensate you accordingly."

    Her finger nails began drumming on the wooden railing.

    "I expect you to be here at 6 in the morning, and leave at around 7 in the afternoon. That will ensure that you're with the children most of the day."

    Augusta turned, pulling her wand out and giving it a quick swish. After a few moments, a nice mooncalf fur coat floated down the stairs.

    "I will be out and about. If you need anything, it can wait after I'll be back."


    Babysitting wasn't your first choice. But rumors flew around the Auror training office—a Pureblood family offering almost a fortune for a nanny.

    And here you were. 12 Grimmauld Place. Helping two seven year olds color pages.

    The townhouse, just like Augusta was cold. Dark even. Fancy in the ways goblin metal accessorised the light fixtures, Black Family crests on the dressers.

    But the two twins on the other hand—surprisingly soft. A bit too quiet than the kids you were used to hear when passing by on the street.

    They didn't throw a fit during lunch. They didn't run in the kitchen. Didn't really ask questions. Just accepted that an unknown person was now their caretaker. Didn't ask where their mother went.

    Soft steps sounded outside the room, as the stairs protested outside the kids' bedroom.

    {{user}} turned from where they were supervising tiny hands working on coloring with a red marker, to look at who entered the room.

    His black curls were tied back, grey eyes sweeping around the room. When they landed on you, there was a flicker of surprise.

    "You are?"