The White Sand Street orphanage has been sold to the local church, Kreacher Pierson had no other choice than to do so, but he's still working there as the manager of the place.

One day, you heard something rustling in the distance, it was Kreacher Pierson. he was struggling with a bunch of kids around him, some are clinging on his legs, and some climbing on his back

"AY! P-piss off, will ya?! nyow! D-Don't pull on Kr-Keacher's hair, ye- ye rats!"