"Yes, it's like the castle picked up every Headmaster's personality and then threw it all back up over the room," he said with a little chuckle. It makes sense in a way. You want the continuity. On the other hand, it looks worse than some homes I've been in. You know the ones where they wanted to show off how rich they were, aiming for classy and hitting tacky, instead."
He took a sip of the tea. "You should have seen some of the houses I was forced to visit. Mother had decided that I couldn't wait to marry. With Father dead and Sirius being Sirius. Not that she was wrong. I died without a heir and we see how well that turned out.
He looked at the door. "And by personally, you mean your bedroom, right?" he asked with a grin. "And of course you'd have a workroom. You and potions, the biggest love affair of our school years. You do know that you could make potions to save your hair from all the fumes right? If the Potters could come up with a pomade to tame them, you can come up with one that doesn't make it look like you showered in oil. The other option would be not to brew as much and then you can have hair as great as mine."