'What do you want, anyway?' George asked.
'Tonks and Arthur would lose their jobs at the Ministry if they started shooting their mouths off,' said Sirius, 'and it's very important
'Might be worth it,' said George. 'I could sneak upstairs and get a pair - '
'Sirius, he's not right in the head,' Hermione pleaded, 'I don't think he realises we can hear him.'
'Molly, you're not the only person at this table who cares about Harry,' said Lupin sharply. 'Sirius, sit down.'
"Night,' Harry and Ron said to the twins.
Harry didn't need to ask what Ron meant.
'But Dumbledore doesn't want - '
'Oh, yeah, her mother Andromeda was my favourite col sin, said Sirius, examining the tapestry closely. 'No, Andromeda's not on here either, look - '
The elf took absolutely no notice of Harry and the rest. Acting as though it could not see them, it shuffled hunchbacked, slowly and doggedly, towards the far end of the room, all the while muttering under its breath in a hoarse, deep voice like a bullfrog's.
'She doesn't trust us at all, you know,' said Ron regretfully.
'Frightened of Dumbledore?' said Harry incredulously.
'Mundungus is talking to Sirius and Kingsley,' Fred muttered, frowning with concentration. 'Can't hear properly . . . d'you reckon we can risk the Extendable Ears?'
'You never said she was your - '
Sirius had come back; he was glowering at the elf from the doorway. The noise in the hall had abated; perhaps Mrs Weasley and Mundungus had moved their argument down into the kitchen.
'Keep your voice down, Ron, or Mum'll be back up here.'
He crossed to the door and bolted it.