Mrs. Norris noticed his hesitation to enter the house, and moved about in her carrier, clearly upset that it was keeping her from rubbing Argus encouragingly. However, in the end, he entered without her encouragement, and once he was inside he knew it was a mistake.
It was magical in the two senses of the words Argus was familiar with. There was a large fire place, larger than any he'd ever seen, in the room the woman led him into. There was also a large red velvet couch, which the witch gestured for him to sit in. Argus sat, afraid to speak for fear he could taint such a lovely room with his less-than-lovely voice.
"Would you like some, er, some tea, dear?" Ellega asked him, smiling hopefully. She seemed uncomfortable around him, he noticed. But not in a way that suggested that she didn't like him. He wasn't sure what it was, but he decided that he did like her. He shook his head no thank you, silent as ever. She said again that his father would be home soon, and mentioned something about fixing dinner, and wouldn't he care to stay for it. He nodded idly, still absorbed in the room he then became alone in.
Normally he would have feared being rude, but he was too busy thinking. Then he heard something. This time not the stuttering, rich voice of Ellega, but a loud, hollow, pure sound. Someone was at the door. When he didn't hear Ellega going to get it, he decided to. He left his trunk by the couch, but instinctively took the carrier and Mrs Norris with him to open the door.
The first thing he heard his father say was, "Oh, I'm allergic to cats," then came, "Gus?" then, "This is a little backwards, you should be confused on my doorstep, and I should be standing comfortably in the frame of my door."
Soon the three of them were sitting on the couch, though his father kept casting nervous glances at Mrs. Norris. "So, graduated have you? Wonderful, we've been meaning to have you. If you'd like to stay here for a while, that's fine by me. I imagine we'll appreciate receiving your N.E.W.T. Scores more than your-well, more than your mother would. Never one for standardized testing, I don't think-- only got four O.W.L.'s, herself, and splinched herself during her first three apparatus-- anyway, kicked you out, has she?"
Author's Note: Thanks to all those who've been reading. Also, to those who've reviewed- you know, I had actually wondered about that spelling. I made the mistake of consulting my brother, rather than Google. Thank you, and kudos for noticing! R's are sneaky letters, sometimes I can't tell if they're gone and shouldn't be. Q's are trickier (usually it takes a U to put them in their place.)