As for additional furniture, they do of course have to make a lovely trip into Little Hangleton’s bustling city centre to purchase a few necessities; mattresses, bed-frames, and other such bits, as well as a shopping spree in the grocery market. Obviously the whole town knows who they are within the hour; one should never discredit the small town rumour mills and gossips. Everyone is of course completely enchanted by Corvin’s story of growing up in Greece, travelling the world, having his darling baby boy Marvolo, and deciding it was time to settle down near the roots of the family tree, as it were. In the following days, people come out in droves to welcome the new family to town and awe over the house they didn’t realize was being built during the spring. Harry is forced to play toddler for hours on end and figure out how to interact with other children (supposedly) his age. It’s terrible. Thankfully, all he has to do is start crying and Corvin hustles him upstairs with lots of excuses and such, which no one argues with him on because what kind of monster would begrudge a widowed father for doing his best?