Sirius paused in the doorway, wanting to give Draco enough space to settle himself. The room had once been Sirius’, and whenever a child was staying in it, Sirius tried to see the room through their eyes rather than from memory; he found that with each foster, the memories of his own childhood became muddled.<br/>“Thank you,” he simply responded, that being a story for another time. With a delay, he smiled, shifting his posture as he took a step backwards and out of the room.<br/>“There’s a bathroom here to the right, the ones across are bedrooms, too, but nobody else’s here,” he felt the need to clarify. The house held 5 guests not including Harry’s room, the two bedrooms facing the street twin rooms. “Help yourself to anything you can find or need; towels or toiletries.”<br/>His attention had drifted down the hallway, and with it his gaze; he made a conscious decision to look back at Draco, a smile to his lips. “Otherwise I’ll just give you a moment. Please make yourself at home.”