"Oh yes, we wouldn't want to be bored. Actually, I'm perfectly all right with boredom when it comes to my house." He snorted. "That doesn't make me feel better. It's not the stone walls that I'm worried about. It's the furniture. It's taken me time to find the perfect combinations among all the things that happen to be in this castle."
Sticking the journal between the pillow and the backrest, he shifted slightly so he could look at Remus better. "Because the Fat Lady has always required a password and the denizens of the castle are anything if not predictable in their routines?" he said with a grin. "My spells would preclude people from getting in and not getting out. Since I'm not a Gryffindor, should anyone be trapped in here and wants to escape, he's perfectly happy to leave without any destruction."
He rolled his eyes. "You're practically here most of the time. If you and Sirius need to feel like you still live in the tower, then far from me from vanishing your delusion. On the other hand, you do spend plenty of time here and I'd like your opinion on what we should do."