"No..." The woman only whispered, her voice a broken sort of hiss, and she started to hobble toward them. She was small, Fred figured she'd barely come to his chest if she was in front of him, hunched over and alone here in this old dusty house.
It was sad, really.
He lowered his wand hand, watching her. "Did you need help with something?" He asked, more polite than Roger had probably ever heard him or his brother. You just weren't rude to ancient little old ladies.
"Stay..." Came the same, hissed and wheezed old voice. There was light coming through the window, and as she came closer, Fred noticed the smell - she smelled awful.