She unwrapped the sandwich slowly, contemplating Frank's questions. In her flurry of running around and consoling the kids and trying to set things up (which really had been a half hour before she'd been able to contact the Order, now that she thought about) had she done wards...?
"Oh," she said, as if the thought just hit her, quite hard, "Yes---and Sirius had said he'd put them up too, over the summer. I felt them when I came in and just---did them again, mostly, I think."
How big was the place? The questions were rolling in slowly in her usually rapid paced mind, and Emmeline sat back, looking utterly confused. She'd only been here once before, months back and she'd just found bedrooms and soft places to lie the kids in just now---and why wasn't Frank yelling? Maybe she should avoid the thought for now, but as it entered her mind, she became more and more wary.
"Two stories---not big, not really, not...not too big."
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