The house was more spartan than Rhys's chambers at the school, but he was still a man who enjoyed comfort and color, and the furnishings and paintings reflected that - deep, rich colors for the couches and rugs on the stone floor, and bright paintings, both the potion's professor's and others.

The big man himself was standing in the kitchen, and he looked up from the kettle as the boy stepped from the floo, coming to the doorway in time to spot Kurloz looking around.

"There you are, lad."