"Good morning, Sirius," Hermione said, looking up from the photo album she'd found in her room. She'd been paging through in an attempt to force her memory to return, but thus far she had been unsuccessful. Nothing about the photographs was at all familiar, though she'd been grateful for the opportunity to put faces with names. Each photograph was neatly labelled with a date and names. Apparently she was someone who liked to keep things documented.
She put the album on a side table and turned towards her uncle. It was still awkward, making conversation with someone she had no recollection of, but knew her well enough to call her his favorite niece. Though as far as she was aware, she was his only niece. "I'm well, though unfortunately there has been no change in my condition and no sign of progress with the research." She knew she was visibly frustrated, and took a deep breathe to attempt to calm down.
"However, I now know I'm not fond of marmalade on my toast." Small steps of progress were still steps, after all. "And how are you this morning?"