The man in question simply stretched his arms above his head, revealing a strip of stomach below the hem of his jumper. He was completely sprawled on the carpet, curls fanned out around him like a crown. There wasn’t even a whiskey bottle in sight, to her surprise. He had been quite fond of the stuff, upon his return to society. Or, the society that existed inside Grimmauld Place and occasionally the Muggle pub, on a good day. "I was working on my Animagus abilities," he yawned, barely managing to cover it in time.