Oh, look: company. In the form of Lily's look-a-like...rather, this woman named Ginny Potter who was apparently Lily's daughter-in-law in the future.
That clichéd future...
"Good evening, Mrs. Potter," Remus responded quietly, the words almost searing his tongue as they left it. As far as he knew, all that made her a Mrs. Potter was her hair and a wedding band anyone could buy off anywhere. By then, the sheets had levitated back to the table at the command of his wand and with a calculated swing, everything flung upward and began flapping as though like bird wings. "Thank you for the relevant question, but I am not feeling any better."
The papers settled themselves before him in a neat pile, all turned over so that all that was seen was the blank back of the top parchment.
"Can I help you?" he asked as he placed his hands on the papers, both holding his wand casually.