"I'd rather you be sober for this conversation and then you can have a wee bit of whisky after, hm?" Unfortunately for him, she didn't have cocoa otherwise, she would have provided and she wasn't about to bother house-elves at the moment. Tea, she could handle. And tea would allow her to take a peek at the leaves when he left.
She watched him, smiling faintly as she lit a candle - which then lit all of the others and the fireplace roared to life. She'd scoured the hell out of that chimney so it wouldn't smoke up the place. Honestly, the ambiance in the room had been absolutely smothering before.
"That is an excellent question. What is wrong with the moon? Very clever," she complimented as she pulled the kettle off a shelf and started to fill it with her wand and a muttered aguamenti. "For you, the year was 1981. For me, it was 1908. But the truth is we are now in 2038. The castle has dragged you through space and time. I arrived just yesterday myself."