"Please," he said, rolling his eyes. "Sirius was the looks and James was the brawn. Don't tell him I said that either. Don't tell Lily I said that about James either."
"Chocolate's a legitimate medical remedy," he added. "And just because I eat it every day does not mean I'm exceeding the proper dosage. Sirius says he's surprised I'm not thirty stone by now, the way I eat it."
He glanced down at this thin frame and shrugged.
"I'd be glad for an extra stone on here," he joked, patting his nearly non-existent belly.
Smiling as she read over the list with such enthusiasm, he nodded encouragingly. "I know you'll get it to the people who need it most. Kingsley's a good bloke and maybe he'll get things on the right path."
"And no, it wasn't easier with the tattoos," he said with a goofy smirk. "People just wore a lot more long-sleeves. We talked about getting Order tattoos...mostly after the war, as a commemorative type of thing. Never did it though. Maybe someday...could be nice to have something permanent on me that I actually want there."
He ran a hand unconsciously across his shoulder where the scar from Fenir's teeth was hidden beneath his shirt.
"Anyway," he said, stacking the empty tea cups on the tray. "I'm sure you've got things to do. I won't keep you any longer."