Room 42

"My brother was staying in here for a few days, but I'm glad to say he's got his own room now." Bill holds the door open for Shadow, glad he had the foresight to clean up after Ron's extended visit. It isn't clean to hospital (or his mum's) standards, but the room looks happily lived-in. The parchments with the Arithmancy work he's been doing lay out on the bureau; the bed is made and the room cheery and warm.

"Normally this is where I'd say welcome to my lair, but I rather feel this time I should be hearing that from you." He grins, resting his arm around her waist. "Not that I've got any complaints."