With a creek the large wooden door opened, and the youngest Lestrange brother poked his head inside. Catching a loot at her outfit he whistled sharply, then practically slithered into the room. The door closed behind him with a large click. "Is that really comfortable, love?"
He leaned against the door in a black and silver jumpsuit, looking like he had spent some time in some sort of muggle sport shop recently. The outfit looked brand new, as if it had only been worn to try on -- and most likely, that was the case. The man held under his arm a worn box, cardboard, though the name of whatever the items was had long since been visible.