"Definitely better than flowers and all that black wood." He grins, pleased with himself. It has been a lot of work, but it's amazing what a few charms and a good do-it-yourself book will do."

He sits down on the couch, kicking his feet up. Harry passes her one of the bottles, its cork already removed. "I've done my room, which, y'know, was Sirius' mum's. I left the other ones alone. Got rid of some of the portraits and the really morbid display of house elves. Dunno what else I'll do, guess I'll wait and see."