Find yourself a housewife

A frown creased Ksenia's forehead as she stepped into her brother's villa. There were no house elves. And most importantly there was visible dust on the tables and expansive ornaments in the foyer. "What on earth happened here? How do you expect to raise the family name back to greatness when your residence looks like this?" she raised her eyebrows as she walked forward and down the corridor, not certain where exactly to look for Dameon.

As Meon threw his final knife of the day, he came down to the lobby. He had aimed for the lion's head sitting atop one of the fireplaces. It hit right where he aimed it, of course, and being used to that fact he didn't show a change of reaction once it hit. He came down a flight of stairs, and that was when he heard the voice of his sister. Despite his internal surprise at her visit, he chose to hide it.

"Why," questioned the Hrabrost, "do you think it's so important to have a clean house?" He then rubbed a finger on the railing and showed it to his sister, "It's perfectly sanitary, sister."

Ksenia's face snapped up at the sound of something flying over her head, the rest of her demeanour remaining calm. A couple years ago she would have jumped and yelled at being so close to a flying weapon yet now, the Slushatel stood completely calm, composed, lifting her hand to rest in on the stair bannister as her brother moved towards her. "Do you suppose people would appreciate seeing a dirty house when they come here?" she couldn't help but frown slightly as she said that, quite surprised at her twin's almost childish view on the matter.

"What happened to the house elves, Dameon?" she asked.