Shrieking Shack NC17
Sirius pushed the trap door open so they could enter the shack and sneezed. Somehow it never seemed as dusty to Padfoot.
"We need to get a decorator and a cleaning lady I think." he mused, looking around him and sneezing again at the dust kicked up by the trap door closing. "No self respecting ghost would stay here."
He grabbed Remus' hand and started off toward the stairs. "C'mon, I dread to think what's living in the bed."