"I've a spot at the guild hall and, well, it's less that I'm used to the estate and more it'd grown accustomed enough to me to stop slipping paralytics into my tea." Sebastian has had years to get used to the various joys of semi-sentient housing: regular poisonings did make up for Grimmauld's very enthusiastic defence against reporters.

"I've modified the charm a bit and if you're willing to suffer a pinprick, it will go a long way to stabilizing her." Among his little kit of materials, Sebastian pulls out and prepares a single use diabetic lancet. "I'd need just a drop and it's entirely optional."

With a deft hand, he swirls the bottle and checks it up against the light before uncorking it and letting it breathe.