The twelfth of September, twenty-six years in the future. "That's mad," she said, shaking her head in wonder. "I didn't even thinking going forward in time was possible." But she, too, nodded her consent to whatever Vaisey had to do.
"Eleven wasn't the best of years," she agreed with a grin. "And good. Teddy it is then. Grandmother - you mean my mum? Is she still alive?" It almost seemed like too much to hope for after her father had died so recently. "What about Remus? Er, your dad, I mean. Is he coming, too?"