"I know. If I think about it, I know, but mostly-" He shrugged. "I forget that George's daughter." He listened to Jamie's stories and that sounded so much like George, at least the George before the war, before the deaths. "I think of George and I think of war products, of a missing ear, or too many nights spent drunk. Pretty sure he ran on alcohol from his birthday to the Anniversary, a solid month." Even Harry had thought that it was excessive. "It sounds like he went back to being who he was." Harry snorted. "I doubt that matching colours would have been my first concern."
Harry laughed. "Now that's quite true. I don't think I ever opened a book in six years, except for my potion book in sixth year. It was a used book that belonged to the Half-blood Prince. I don't know if you know the story, but the book had all sorts of scribbles that made me one of the best in potions. Hermione was not pleased that I was 'cheating'."
He snorted again. "Jamie, most Slytherins of any generation wouldn't know what a rotary phone looks like, besides I don't think it would be Muggle." He kept looking around, trying to see something. "The stag looks confused, almost like there's magic everywhere." He frowned. "Maybe I'm crazy, but come up here. I have an idea."
He turned toward the windows and used a spell to obscure all of them, only then he bothered with his wand. "I don't know how anyone else was supposed to guess if I'm right, but here goes nothing-" He whirled his wand, green lights shooting toward the ceiling before falling down like dust powder and settling down to the floor. Harry smiled. "It's something we came up with once, when we were talking about Muggles and how they can find traces of blood with special lights so why not find traces of magic." He looked down grinning at the shape. "We'll have to move a few shelves, but do you know what that is?"