"Huh. Can't see what someone would enjoy in a profession like that, but okay, I guess." Maybe it's because this professor didn't fight in the war. Maybe he did, but Harry can't relate to wanting to make hunting Dark Creatures a career. Like most creatures, leave them alone and they won't bother you.

It does give him something to think about as he leads Hermione past the storeroom to grab a few bottles of wine (just in case it doesn't sate their thirst) and to the newly-decorated drawing room. In place of the drab, dark decor, a cheery crimson wallpaper has taken its place. The piano still sits off to one corner, but now a set of furniture in a deeper red sits in place of the faded floral couches that had once been there. The mirror over the mantle has been replaced with a portrait of a Quidditch pitch, a game happening in full swing.

Perhaps the biggest difference is that it looks lived-in. There are even a few books scattered on an end table and a blanket strewn across one end of a couch. Harry makes a grand gesture once he opens the door.

"Make yourself comfortable. It's definitely better than last time, right?"