At the mention of lice Ursula blanched. "Certainly not." Suddenly she was all for leaving the establishment and getting as far away as possible, her tea be damned! She was eyeing the gaggle of orphans with considerable distaste and found her eyes drawn to a dark haired boy who in turn was staring at Elladora with perturbing fascination. "Don't look now but one appears to have taken a fancy to you," she murmured, a touch impatiently. Upon a second glance, she realized the boy in question looked strikingly familiar although she couldn't quite figure out where she might have seen him before. It wasn't as though she had ever visited an orphanage before and she rarely paid children enough mind to warrant remembering their faces so clearly.

"Merlin's beard, Ella," she gasped under her breath, her hand reaching out to grab her sister-in-law's wrist, "that child looks remarkably like Sirius!" It was uncanny. Had Sirius been a few years younger Ursula would have thought her eldest child had escaped the nursery and gotten mixed up in a rabble of orphans! Was it possible someone in the family had illegitimate skeletons in their own closet? She looked between Elladora and the boy. Was it possible...?

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