INT. FITTS HOUSE - KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER
This fore-carriage was composed of a massive iron axle-tree with a pivot, into which was fitted a heavy shaft, and which was supported by two huge wheels. The whole thing was compact, overwhelming, and misshapen. It seemed like the gun-carriage of an enormous cannon.
‘What do you mean, “in there”?’ demanded Hermione, jumping down from the bottom step and sounding much angrier than the occasion warranted, ‘there isn't any “in there", it's just an archway, there's no room for anybody to be there. Harry, stop it, come away—’
They are three grooms; the celestial butterfly is drowned in them; and there are formed there in a membranous smoke, vaguely condensed into the wing of the bat, three mute furies, Nightmare, Night, and Death, which hover about the slumbering Psyche.
“I am aware of the instructions, Madam Lestrange wishes to visit her vault … Very old family … old clients … This way, please …”