Late at night...
The scaffolding outside the house and the covering tarps had been removed. In the first-floor living room, Kayson lounged on a fabric sofa, watching television.
As for the others, they were still using tiny brushes and paint to draw patterns on the wallpaper.
"Professor, are you really just going to watch us paint over a thousand square meters of wallpaper?" Neville's head suddenly poked out from the stairwell.
"What else? I handled the floors, wallpaper, furniture, carpets, decorations, even the appliances and the pots in the kitchen all by myself. It's perfectly fair for you to paint the wallpaper... Besides, you can ask Sirius for wages. Remember to charge by the square meter."
Kayson waved a hand, and a bag of chips from the shopping bags in the corner flew into his hand. Within the magically enhanced force field created by the amplification framework, the chips obediently lined up and flew into Kayson's mouth.
The next day...
Kayson reappeared at Sirius's doorstep and pushed open the door. Then, using his magical force field, he placed each young wizard in their own room... In truth, there had been no room assignments. Kayson had simply shoved them into rooms using the crude arrangement of one room for boys and one for girls.
As for Sirius... there was no helping it. They had forgotten to buy bedding yesterday, and only two rooms were currently habitable. Hermione took one, while the other three young wizards shared the other with Sirius. It was indeed a tight squeeze.
After placing the breakfast he had bought on the way in on the dining table, he picked up a paintbrush from the floor and began finishing the wallpaper project that the five of them had failed to complete the night before.
At noon...
As one