Sirius thought he could see the exhaustion settle over Draco the further away they came from the kitchen. It made his expression soften with compassion. Despite his age, Draco’s reaction was still in line with what Sirius had come to expect.<br/>“Up this way,” he encouraged softly, climbing the stairs to the first floor from the foyer, where they had stood hours ago.<br/>As with similar houses of the same period, the floors were small, and the first only contained the master, a bedroom and Remus’ repurposed study from the old family library. Without burdening Draco with any further small talk, Sirius continued up the stairs to the second floor.<br/>The top floor of the house, the lack of ascending stairs allowed for a fourth bedroom, three of which were designated guest rooms; the fourth, Regulus’ childhood bedroom, was Harry’s.<br/>Sirius opened the adjacent door, overlooking the garden as well, but didn’t step inside.<br/>“This should be ready,” Sirius said, an almost timid smile on his lips. “You’re welcome to have a look around.”