He probably should say something, since Sirius would never do, but one conversation wasn't enough to forget what Sirius had done and the many journals he'd read, with Sirius proclaiming that Potter was his family. "Yes, whatever."
He walked across the library, through the landing area and into the sitting room. "It's nice, isn't it? Pale greens and reds and golds. They shouldn't go well together, but they do when you take the time to find the right combination." Each room had been studied and nothing was random, but he could not have predicted such a perfect moment to show it to Sirius. "This house is gorgeous. No one ever saw what was under all those snakes. Mother was too obsessed to keep everything the way it was, but following tradition doesn't mean that we are stuck in the past."