Faustus looked around when Harry walked into the living room from his father's bedroom and smiled. His father had explained that Harry had difficulty sleeping sometimes and that when he did, he came here and used a powerful sleeping potion. He came here because he didn't like being that deeply asleep without strong wards like the ones around these rooms. Given what his mother had told him about what Harry ahd done during the war, Faustus thought Harry must have really horrible dreams and it was nice that his Dad helped him sleep. His father had also explained that Harry used his bed because he didn't want to put up with the whining if Harry fell off the couch during the night. That had made Faustus laugh and agree. That would be pretty horrible.
"Hi, Harry," he said. "I don't mind. Titchy's brought mountains of food. He must think we're all starving."
He'd helped himself to plenty of it too. Dad didn't seem to mind what he ate as long as he ate everything that he put on his plate. He kind of liked that attitude since he'd always hated his mother's way of serving everything onto plates then expecting him to eat it, even if he hated it.