Sirilla looked up at him. "They're the best, right?" She wasn't surprised that they had that in common; most of her other selves seemed to have spent some time there after leaving their families. Well, except for that weird version of herself that hadn't left the family at all, or ever gotten to be friends with the Marauders. She hadn't understood that version of herself at all. Pushing that thought aside, she grinned. "I ate pretty much everything in their kitchen and tracked mud everywhere and they still adored me."
She gave a contented sigh and stretched out her legs, toeing at the dirt with her boot. "Yeah, as long as no one leaves. You're on my list of people who aren't allowed to go anywhere, by the way."