"Oh stop laughing. It's Hogwarts, there are cursed objects and this looks like it belonged to some sadistic 19th century Ravenclaw." No one else in their right mind would use that much blue otherwise."
He grinned at Charlie. "We can get rid of the silk and velvet and keep all the pillows and shit. Turn everything red, and then invite him over, because there's nothing better than red, possibly with a little gold. We can get the house elves to turn the frame a goldish colour, and then we're set. What do you think?"
He beckoned Charlie his way. "Stop with all that crap, try it first," he said, letting himself drop backward, sighing with pleasure at how comfortable it was.