When he inherited the house from Sirius, he thought he'd never be rid of that horrible painting, so it had taken him by surprise that someone had been able to do it. One less curse on the Black house, one less thing hanging over him like a dark cloud. He'd never understood the Pureblood mindset, though he doesn't really think he can. Really, he doesn't want to, it's stupid. Everything with Voldemort happened because of it.

He laughs at her declaration, giving her an eye roll full of fondness. Of course that's what she goes with after so long seeing her. Harry meets her for an embrace halfway, arms wrapping tightly around her, not particularly keen on letting go.

"Did you rush here, or was I just late getting to the post? You'll never know." He lets her go with one more squeeze, taking her arm and linking it with his. "You'll have to catch up, I'm already a cup in."