A black-haired woman peeped through one of the many slits on the fence outside of Nurmengard, wide gray eyes sparkling mischievously, outlined heavily in black. Next to her was a man with a mostly bald head, dark eyes, and white tufts of hair on the sides and on his face.

"...Araminta, we are not going to sneak out of Nurmengard." said the man, his voice raspy with age.

"Oh, come on! At least we can see what that ridiculous ministry is up to now!" Araminta Meliflua Black grinned at her companion.

"What, Britain's magical ministry?"

Enthusiastically, Araminta bobbed her head, messy hair swinging around her neck. "By the way, Alberic, those loon pants look horrible on you."

The dungbomb-inventor flushed slightly as he glanced down at his vivid, sparkly pink loon pants. It didn't help that his yellow shirt looked vomit-worthy. "Well, your eyeliner is horrible." he shot back, face slightly red.

Araminta simply cackled as she kicked at the gates, though her dark eyes lingered on the words 'For the Greater Good' curiously.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noted something falling from one of the windows. As she squinted to peer at it closer, she saw it was a pair of lingerie. Blushing violently, Araminta went 'ewwww!' and mumbled something along the lines of 'knew I should have pressed to have muggle-hunts legal..'

Alberic Grunnion simply grinned manically, tossing one of his famed 'dungbombs' over the fence. After it went 'BOOM' in the face in one of the guards outside the fence, he fell on the ground in the middle of loud cackles.

"Al.." Araminta glanced at the man quizzically, but her face was still red from embarrassment. "I'm not sure I want to know what's happening to Nurmengard. It's like it's turning into some kind of porno! Not to mention I don't want to hear Ronald Weasley and Mary Cattermole at it like rabbits again."

The man glanced up at the woman with an amused expression. Araminta's face flamed further. "Do any of us?"