Harry just nodded slightly, not exactly sure what else to do. He'd never had a situation quite this awkward before. Not even finding out about Al, which had the barrier of the PDAs to make things easier. What did he say? What did he do? The fourteen year old had never felt more like a useless lump in his life ... and seeing as he'd had Snape as a potions professor since first year, that was certainly saying something.
"Tea would be good." It'd been on the tip of his tongue to tell her that she didn't have to, but he'd been taken by the most ridiculous need to watch her making tea. Being in her element and doing things. Harry wanted to soak it all up while he had the chance. The mention of the change of weather brought a small smile on his face. "I'm hoping that it'll snow some more." He was pretty sure that between him and Sirius they could convince Remus into a snowball fight. And maybe, well, he'd invite his mum too and that'd be up to her.