Harry nodded at that, trying to reimagine his years at Hogwarts in a subaquatic common room. It was difficult even to know where to begin, some of the more vivid memories of his dorm room having been waking up and immediately getting a sense of the wind, ever eager to go for a fly.<br/>Harry wasn't sure he would have enjoyed the Slytherin common room, but he did think it suited Malfoy, his skin so transparently pale he always seemed bathed in light filtered through water.<br/>"Must've been quiet," he said, and though it was spoken objectively it was intended as a praise. It showed in his smile, gentle at the corners.<br/>While it wouldn't have suited him in his teens, Harry thought Grimmauld to be equally quiet as he imaged the Slytherin dorms to be. Though that was in part sue to the heavy wards, no sounds ever travelling in from the neighbours, it should probably be attributed Harry living there alone. He could really appreciate that heavy silence, a weighted blanket over all senses.