Mab's eyes went unfocused as she recalled the doorknocker and then smiled a little. "Lights can be replaced with candles at the very least." The craftsmanship on the knocker hadn't been pleasing but it had a certain... feeling of dread and despair that the rough edges broadcasted quite well. "Perhaps it is important to the spirit of the house."

Likely that or the fae who gave the house it's essence had a bizarre sense of humor. But magical things could sometimes take on their own personalities. And stubbornness ran in nearly every creature.