" He says he'll be delighted, " said a bored voice behind Dumbledore; the wizard called Phineas had reappeared in front of his Slytherin banner. " My great—great—grandson has always had an odd taste in house-guests."
There were no sounds of negroes' lazy voices in neighboring kitchens, no pleasant sounds of breakfasts being prepared, for all the near neighbors except Mrs. Meade and Mrs. Merriwether had refugeed to Macon.
The portraits of the headmasters and headmistresses were snoozing in their frames, heads lolling back in armchairs or against the edge of their pictures.