James was a little surprised to see aunt Hermione, not that he didn't think she cared. He knew she did; they'd had always been so close. "What are you doing here?" he asked, with a smile. "I would have bet anything that you were in a library somewhere."
He nodded. "I'm good... or as good as it can be expected. Some moments are better than others. The potions are helping a little, but the attacks are closer, more painful." He usually didn't mention his symptoms, not so clearly, but he knew that she would have been looking for a cure anyway, and she was one of the smartest women around. Information might prove useful to her.