Chapter 4:

"This shall be your room," said Lupin, "It's not much, but I hope you like it!" Harry looked at what Lupin called a room. It wallpapered grey and was roughly the size of a large closet, and reminded him of a prison cell. Needless to say, there was something warm and friendly about the small room. There was a window on the long wall and to the right, a small bed and a small wooden bedside table. On the opposite wall was a large desk. It was beach wood, and it looked similar to a very small dining table with four compartments for scrolls and textbooks. On top of the desk was a copy of the Daily Prophet, a cup holding quills, and a bottle of ink. There were scrolls and parchment in the desk and off to the side was a large lantern. Harry had never been happier to live in a small, confided room. He looked around and smiled. It was his room and nobody else's. He could do his homework here and not have to do it with a torch under an old, second hand bed sheet. "How d'you do laddie?" said an unfamiliar voice behind him. He turned around to see something that wasn't human. "Harry," said Lupin, "This is Geoff. He's a half ghoul, half ghost who lives in my shower, but wanders 'round during the afternoon." Harry stared blankly at a ghastly figure of a large man dressed in medieval clothing. From what Harry assumed, Geoff had short, red, scruffy hair that was slightly wavy. He was rather plump, with pale skin, and a tiny, little moustache above his thin lips. His arms were quite scrawny for a man his size. It was quite obvious that he was a fighter, but he wasn't sure if he was fit for a knight. He seemed awfully proud though. The way he stood, back straight, arms to the side, chin up. "Hi," Harry finally said realizing his impoliteness. "Well, best be off for a little stroll in the grave yard, see you in a bit!" said Geoff and off he went. "Say Harry," said Lupin, "Could you possibly lend me your firebolt? I have a score to settle with Sirius." "No problem," laughed Harry. Harry went into his room and took out his homework. He wanted to finish it all so he could spend the remaining time having fun. He was reading his books on Charms when he caught a glimpse of the warm sunshine gleaming in from the open window. He could see Lupin and Sirius playing Quidditch. They seemed like school children up there, laughing and playing so happily. Just like Harry and Ron. It was obvious that Lupin was winning even with his lack of Quidditch skill, a Twig by Twig was nothing compared to a Firebolt. Harry tried to go back to his books but instead, closed them, and looked out the window to see his Godfather and his best friend.