There was something terrifying about the big empty house. It had been sealed the moment the truth about Stephen had come out. His parents had been questioned repeatedly, but had had no idea what their son had been up to. The house had been searched once, but now it was time for a refined hand.
"We'll start in his bedroom," Cyril said, conscious that his voice carried over the marble floors and up the grand staircase. He glanced at the decor with just the barest hint of admiration before catching himself and steadying his grip on his wand, "Keep an eye out for any hint of magical residue Neville. The basic spells have been removed, but any darker magic he's placed here might still be lingering..."
He started up the stairs and realised he didn't really have a map of the house, and by the size of it he might have needed one. "Don't suppose you've ever been here before, as a friend or guest or some such thing have you?" He ventured back at Neville. He didn't know the exact extent of Neville's previous relationship with Stephen had been. As far as he understood it Stephen had had no direct enemies prior to...whatever had happened had happened.