Sirius had to stop himself from laughing at a joke Draco hadn’t been included in - and one he might never learn to laugh at. The fact of the matter was that it hadn’t cost him an arm and a leg, only three successive deaths in the family.<br/>It made him glance around the room, trying to see it through Draco’s eyes. Sirius believed they had finally dispelled the last, lingering haunts of his childhood lurking in the corners.<br/>“It’s my parents’ house,” he admitted, the grin wide on his lips as his attention returned onto Draco. Though Draco lacked insights to the particular situation, Sirius trusted he understood the particularly satisfying irony of the statement.<br/>He shifted, uncrossing his arms only to recross them again the opposite way. “Funny how things have a way of unfolding themselves, isn’t it?”