So little of it made concrete sense to her, and Lily couldn't imagine a more in-depth explanation leading to anything but more questions. Difficult as it was, she wouldn't ask. Asking one would lead to others, and if her memory was intact when they got home ... she'd no doubt change everything for a happier ending.
So she nodded and smiled and took her tea when he returned. "I still can't imagine him teaching," Lily confessed quietly. "He never struck me as the sort to want to. I'd imagined he'd find a career in potions where he could just ... do his own thing in a dark room somewhere. Not ... mold the minds of future generations." She was certain there was a story behind that, but she wasn't sure if asking would lead down a bad path.
"I could see myself teaching," she reflected. "Potions or charms, likely. With the war and everything, I really hadn't considered too much what I wanted to do after."
She sighed softly before she took a sip of her tea. "So," she said. "Your parents." Because speaking about the past was safer than delving into the future. "What would you like to know?"