James flipped two fingers at Dylan, but it wasn't like he cared about the bathrooms. "We'll close one door off and you can use it. Lord knows you're worse than a girl," he said as he walked out of the room.
He followed Albus to the room he had chosen. It was next to his, but smaller. "We can paint it and fix it before we go out and buy you some furniture. It shouldn't take long."
Winking at his brother, he stepped outside again. "So if we all like it, we can give them the okay, and we start working on it tomorrow, after work."