You arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place. The house was still and quiet as you made your way to the main sitting room. A tall, neat but shabby looking man sat in a chair nursing a headache. He looked weary, as if he had had a rather rough night. Despite this his voice was clear and warm. "...Just me here today, I'm afraid. I suppose I'll have to be the one to... entertain." He said it with a soft smile... but his eyes held suspicion of you. He was wary. His hand slowly reached into his jacket for his wand...