That she not only knows and agrees but preempts warms him so completely, all the way through… he can't really change colours the way she does (skin stays pale with paler scars) but it feels like it. A story that meant so much to him, in a world that sets him almost as apart from shockingly many in Hogwarts as the Wolf does, and she connects so easily and… merrily… He could never possibly attempt to tell the others about this because James would turn it into something sexual—and fine, maybe that was in the mix but only because the universe was; like a molten gold suffusing him and giving him what had to be the dopiest of grins.

Muggleborn. Oh, pfsbthp, of course, that was it. Stories reconciled. God Merlyn was it ridiculous how generations didn't… It was ridiculous.

"Well, she definitely uses an undetectable extension charm, apparition, mobilicorpus, and has pioneered some method of going into moving portraits… crumbs, that would be incredible… I've always had so many questions about… for lack of a better word, souls, and mortality, and those pictures… and at the very least travel…"

He stopped himself babbling, and contented himself just to grin foolishly at her.

"Anyway, yeah. Definitely a witch. So I'll bet PL Travers was. I'd guess… I wonder how many witch and wizard authors snuck our world into muggle books—or snuck their books into the muggle world—maybe to guide muggle-borns to their own magic."

On sudden irresistible impulse, Remus said, "You're brilliant. Do you… they… know… does anyone tell you that?"