The names meant little, and the connections were tenuous, and she imagined an older version of her would already know this. Once she'd processed what he'd said, and picked out the familiar names, she frowned slightly.
There was a lot to work out, but she reasoned that by Lupin, he meant Remus. Remus and this Tonks person she kept hearing about had had a son? Since Remus -- to her knowledge -- wasn't a metamorphmagus, she reasoned that meant Tonks was, and that was interesting.
She also wondered how it was that Neville knew Remus was a werewolf, and she hated having so many questions about her future. Remus' secret was closely guarded, but she supposed anything could happen in the course of, what? Twenty, twenty-five years?
She wondered if Sirius had any children, and she almost smiled at the thought. If he settled down, she'd be impressed to hear that.
"It's lovely to hear that our son followed in our foot steps, at any rate," she replied in regard to Harry being a Gryffindor. It seemed like the safest thing to reply to out loud. Maybe that was a better tangent to venture along. She wanted to press for information about him, to find out why he hadn't had any brothers or sisters, to find out what had happened, but she wasn't sure she wanted to hear.