The question of being given the slip made her blink. Her thoughts should have been on work, but with the separation so fresh in her mind, she couldn't help but think of her marriage, even if few people would call Remus a boy. She blinked down to her empty hand, the only sign that she had been left. She finally nodded, "Yes, he and I had a bit of a disagreement and he left. I suppose it happens."
A heartbeat later her mind clued into the fact of the other matter they were discussing. "Boy" was not her husband, it was Harry. Suddenly, her cheeks turned a good bit pinker and she sat straight, clearing her throat. "Sorry. Oh, bloody hell, sorry. You mean Potter, don't you? Yes. I mean... he's been hard to find. Horrible if someone told him the Ministry was on his tale, but it's as if he knew, you know..." Back to work. Pretend she never made a slip of meaning at all!