Caradoc tried to imagine what his life would have been like back home with Petunia included. Lily had mentioned vaguely that she and her sister did not usually get along. Perhaps that was why he had never met Petunia despite being close with the Potters. Caradoc couldn't quite grasp it himself. Not only was he especially close with all of his own siblings, but he got along remarkably well with Petunia himself. He knew she had her misgivings about magic, but to him it seemed as if she was overcoming them. Surely if they were sisters such wounds could be mended. Lily and Petunia were both wonderful in their own unique ways. To think they were not close despite the bond of sisterhood made him sad. He wished there was something he could do about it, but he did not want to push either of them and drive them away.
"That would have been nice." he agreed, putting the sandwiches together while he spoke. "You would love Hogwarts. It's brilliant. How much older are you than Lily back home?" Would he even have had a chance if she had attended school with them? Caradoc was something of a geek and he reckoned Petunia would be the popular sort. The thought disheartened him. "Do you mean because you're a mug- non-magical?" he asked, glancing over at her for a moment before turning back to his task. "I think you would've done fine all on your own." he insisted, but not wanting to lie he added "There are people in this world, I'm sure you know, that don't take kindly to those without pure blood." Caradoc hesitated here, knife poised to cut her sandwich in half. "They ... give you a bit of a rough time." Following through with the movement then, he cut her sandwich in two, sliding it over to her with a small smile and asking "Drink?"
Crossing back over the fridge, he tugged it open in anticipation of her answer before continuing with his original line of thought. "It's why Lily was so worried about you here. People are-- S'why I die." God he hated talking about it, but it was true. Clearing his throat he said, "I'm sure you heard all about it, but people feel so strongly that pure blood is better than those whose heritage lies anywhere in the non-magical world that they start a movement for it, to overthrow things and set up their own order. It's mad and wrong and-- but it happens." How had he gotten on to this again? Not wanting to bring her down, he stopped himself and instead finished with a "Is iced tea okay?"