When Harry opened the door, Lily knew immediately that he was around the same age he had been the other two times he had been there. That wasn't too surprising, though. All of the parents she had seen here had been young, at least to an extent. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, though. Her father had accepted her well enough when he'd been around before.
She hugged him back when he hugged her, feeling a rush of relief. She hadn't been sure if there would be awkward standing around. She stepped past him into the cabin after he invited her in, then turned to him hearing his questions.
"I've been well," she answered him. "Some water might be nice, if you don't mind," she added to the drink question. "How old are you this time?" she asked curiously. When he'd first arrived, he'd been fourteen, then he'd gone for a week and returned at seventeen. It would be so like Peterson to bring him at yet another age.