Harry snorted, setting his robes on his bed, straightening them with a charm Regulus had taught him. "It’s not annoying if it’s my family you’re praising, you idiot. Or have you already forgotten your mother is a Black." He pulled out a shirt —the silky material had been charmed Slytherin green overnight— and a new pair of trousers. He made note to wear pyjamas to bed from now on. 