"Remus." My, my, Lily almost sounds exasperated. Staring at his toes like a guilty child. Some things never change with those boys, whether they're fourteen, twenty-one, or however old her old werewolf is, now. With a sigh, Lily twists to face the teapot again, nudging his side with her elbow. "How are you still so very skinny, I wonder?"

As she fills their cups, then carefully measures out the leaves, she listens attentively to his words. There's a grin blooming on her face. A patronus!

"You taught him that?" Oh this is one proud mama. And one very grateful friend. "At thirteen. But... why would he need a patronus at such a young age?"