"Yeah, he came back to the school last year and the few times I was in the same room with him all he could talk about was mum." Weird, round, little man he'd been, but at least he'd spoken fondly of her mother even knowing that she was a Black.
The water on the stove started to boil and so Dora pushed herself back up to stand and went for the box of pasta. She was really starting to notice the extra weight these days and as soon as the pasta was cooking in the pot she was sitting right back down. She really couldn't wait to have her son and hold him in her arms instead of having him pressing back against her spine.
Dora wrinkled her nose. "Sirius Orion Lupin, Sirius Rigel Lupin, Sirius Theodore Lupin..." she mused to herself under her breath as she dumped the pasta into the pot. They hadn't completely decided on the name yet.
She decided to ignore the comment on Dumbledore, for she was exceedingly glad Dumbledore had done for Remus what he had. Anything else and the two of them may have never met.
"You must not have known Remus in school then? Or were you graduated by the time the Maraud-- er, Sirius, Remus, and James-- got there?"