Dean could barely hold back a chuckle. "He would be Herbology prof. Sprout always fancied him, even more than students in her own house." And Lily was right about the cold. His trainers were soaked through with slush, not to mention the seat of his pants. "Yeah, I think this center might be a good idea." He made a gesture for her to lead on.
As he listened to her explain that she already knew her outcome, he nodded on in silence. What else could you say when someone tells you they know how and when they're gonna die? She went on to mention Sirius... Sirius Black? Dean fought down a shudder. Black's name had been cleared a year ago, but when you spend three years hearing about someone as a murderous criminal it's hard to do a 360 that quick. Still, he was Harry's godfather, wasn't he? And then Remus, wasn't that Professor Lupin's first name? Dean smiled, looking forward to seeing his favorite teacher. If Neville and Lupin were here too, it couldn't be all bad. Lupin was smart, he'd figure a way out of this.
Then Lily mentioned food, and Dean's stomach, as though it had ears of its own and had been listening in, gave out a deep rumble. Dean couldn't remember the last time he'd had a proper meal. "Yeah," he laughed, "eating might be good. I'm starved."