Caradoc smiled to himself as he listened to Harry, just happy to be having a conversation. He bit his cheek as Harry spoke of his mother and father, and of James injury. He wanted to laugh, but he held it in and let his lips curl into an obviously amused smirk. Although his memories of Lily and James were of much younger versions, he could picture that, nearly too clearly.
The walk was short, and when they reached the door he stepped inside behind Harry and took in his surroundings quickly out of reflex, blinking a bit at the sudden shift from evening light to indoor light. He watched Harry set the owl, who didn't seem as ornery as before, down and then looked thoughtful at the young man's offer.
"A glass of water would be lovely, thank you." Caradoc said with small smile, glancing around again, "So how long have you been flying? Play any Quidditch?"