#lucretiablack

                  taliesin  only   vaguely   remembered  the  coat  in  question,  but  he  was  not  one  to  tell  lucretia  black,  of  all  people,   no.   their  history  was  somewhat  complicated,  transitioning  from  something  he  might  have  described  as  antagonistic,  to  what  it  was  now:  habitual,  a  practice  of  routine.  they  were  friendly  because  it  made  sense,  and  they  kept  up  the  relationship  because  that’s  just  what  was  done.  instead  he  listens  to  what  she  has  to  say,  her  spiel  of  stupid  house  elves  and  the  confusion  that  had  occurred,  and  found  himself  being  pulled  up  the  stairs  and,  subsequently,  into  the  dressing  room  belonging  to  mr.  and  mrs.  norris.  he  frowns  as  they  step  inside,  but  lets  the  expression  fall  from  his  face  before  lucretia  sees  it.  he’s  uncertain  about  traipsing  through  the  house  without  the  hosts  guidance,  both  due  to  the  fact  that  it  feels  rude  to  disturb  their  things  and  because  he  was  somewhat  anxious  about  what  he  would  find.  what  he  knew  about  cecil  norris  was  that  he  was  willing  to  dabble  in  black  markets  and  illegal  commodities.  he  felt  there  was  already  enough  heat  on  him  without  stumbling  across  an  example  of  those  business  practices.  he  intends  to  let  lucretia  do  most  of  the  searching,  while  he  stands  in  the  doorway.   ‘   remind  me  what  it  looks  like  again   ?   ’