Agatha Black

Many purebloods had learned to ignore the house that once belonged to the Smiths. It was nothing more than a house infested with washed up ghost that were not allowed anywhere else. Of course, Hogwarts would have taken them if it wasn’t for the fact they liked to cause trouble. They may not have been solid, but they knew how to cause trouble towards the person rather than cause harm towards objects. So the moment she heard a spy was around the house, Sammie had her eyes open for this mystery person. She was more than happy to cause someone to scream with fright and she knew that the others would do the same. “Oh those silly witches and wizards, always snooping around our house. Milly, there is another one on the way!” she shouted, gliding towards the attic. Milly done the same, her eyes going towards the acromantula that had collected in the mansion over the many years. “Where’s that poltergeist when you need him?” Milly asked with dread in her voice.

“Oi, what do you want woman?” Marcus asked in a fake Irish accent as he came through the wall. Sammie clapped her hands, watching Milly glare. “I want you to get that spy that has been rumored to be around,” Milly said, staring at her twin. “Sammie, go down to the second floor and wait until you are called,” Milly told her. Sammie glared, but done what she was told. It was better to listen to Milly instead of refused to do what she wanted.