"I'll try," Cash quipped, although really it would be just like him to somehow perish on an excursion to a muggle haunted house.

Cash leaned against the wall and waited for something loud to happen; focusing on the possible impending shock was enough to clear his head. It was barely another minute before the portraits on the walls started to wiggle back and forth, like they were being more possessed by a poltergeist - less chaotic than that, though, because the movement was just back and forth, not the genuinely haphazard motion a poltergeist could cause. That wouldn't have been remarkable on its own, but scarcely thirty seconds after the portraits started up something loud and wooden slammed against the wall of the hallway. Cash jumped, startled by the sound - and poked his head into one of the bedrooms that the muggles had pointed out to him and Greengrass. The dresser slammed into the wall again as he did so, and Cash grinned into the room.

"It's started," Cash called over his shoulder, sure that Greengrass had heard the slamming from downstairs on his quest for tea.

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