Taking on his surroundings with his new projected sense of sight, he instinctively hissed with a grimace. Sound came easier to accomplish when manipulating energy. He was, as expected, standing in the middle of a Hogwarts girl’s bedroom. Girls, as in plural. And the absence of light was not enough to ease his disgust, at the shadowed display of golds and reds surrounding him. It was overloading. Gryffindor indeed. 