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He couldn’t help but find it just a little bit funny whenever she had one of her little fits, usually because he had said something to her that no one had ever dared say to her before, because of who her family was, and who her friends were. They were the type who would have someone’s head (quite possibly in a literal sense) for someone like him saying anything they would consider ‘inappropriate’ to a pureblood. Sometimes just saying ‘hello’ to someone who was pureblooded would earn him a nasty remark if they were aware of his own bloodline. So he always had to keep things in perspective – yeah, she sometimes acted all high and mighty, but at least she wasn’t putting a hex on him whenever he said something that might have rubbed her the wrong way.

At her idle threat of leaving him to die, Cael responded with a weak smirk, popping another piece of crust into his mouth.

“Maybe if I concentrate real hard next time I see that house elf, he’ll become corporeal and you wouldn't have to deal with the burden.”

He spoke in good humor, but then he heard a crash that seemed to have come downstairs…a crash that was followed by a high pitched squeak that made him turn to look at her, his expression clearly needing her to confirm the unspoken question of ‘you heard that too, right?’. It was one thing to be seeing things, but hearing things around the house was an entirely different kind of crazy. He could not be going crazy.