Lily was finding it difficult to keep her mind focused. She had friends in the hospital, an injured son with apparent brain damage, and it seemed half the population was agitated over something no one could explain. She was trying to throw herself into her work, organizing statements from the werewolves she'd spoken with, but the sheets of parchment were just a blur as she stared off into the distance.
She was saved from having to pretend any further when she heard her son's voice and she felt much of her worry drain out of her body. Relieved, she immediately rose from the table and followed his voice out into the living room. She wanted very, very much to just gather him up and hug him for the rest of the day, but that would be very, very 'uncool' and 'mumlike.' So she just beamed at him as she crossed to join him on the sofa.
"I see that," she said happily, "and I'm glad that you are."