"That's quite a few mouths," He replies, also laughing. Sirius glanced at his cart, figuring that in many ways, things rarely changed.

"Same sort of deal, mouths to feed. Though it's mostly stocking up."

She has a faint, but familiar scent around her, and it takes Sirius a minute to identify it as Hillingdon House. Was she a member of the clan? He'd have to ask, but how? Subtlety wasn't exactly a strength of his.