"You didn't have a conversation with it at the time?" asked Remus, genuinely curious—and, for some reason, anxious. "All of us did. —I mean, Sirius, James, and Peter. And me." Again, four doesn't make a terribly valid sample population, but even James, who had had entire (maybe unique) confidence and clarity on the subject, had reported a back-and-forth with the Hat that he later discovered to have been entirely telepathic.

Thank goodness, riddles. Though trying to think of a good enough one (to be… um… what… present himself somehow the way he wants to in front of her, though he has no idea what that is) is also giving him minor panic.

"Oh, y'know… um… I’ll bleed for you until my veins run dry. I’ll send your imagination soaring high. Use me with a flourish and I’ll make your dreams come true. I come in all colors but mostly black and blue. What am I?"