Hermione had carefully packed up all the Black family grimoires and small heirlooms. She hadn't had to touch most of them with her hands, and when she did, she'd worn a pair of dragonhide gloves with a magic-neutralizing charm. The house had been thoroughly looked over before she'd agreed to live there by herself, but she was taking no chances with the relics of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black.
Regulus was always punctual, so Hermione was waiting in the front hall for his knock. She glanced out through the window more out of habit than anything else, then smiled and opened the door.
"Come on in. I have everything waiting for you in the library except the tapestry - it's so big I wasn't sure I could handle it alone."