"Non-magical people." Explained easily. She didn't have any malice or derision in her voice using the word either. It was just what they were called.
"Mm." The witch nodded, "1995, to be exact." She paused then, head tilting slightly again at the pause in Rose's line of thought. Then looked down briefly. It was unfair that the others weren't here, being able to do just what she and Rose were doing. Then dark gaze lifted back up and she was smiling wryly, "Oh, we try to make it so he's not." The wry smile turned fond at that, and she was shrugging in a sheepish manner. "Still very apologetic, though I reckon that'll be forever in gettin' him not to." Remus had a hard life, and she knew she was one of many who worked, and would continue to work, to get him to smile.
"A little too sweet, he is. Puts up with me when he oughta be saying sod off or something."