Hestia did as he asked, her wand laying on the bed beside her as she took her seat again. Her eyes set on him, taking in his appearance. Although she had him briefly as Potions Master during her last few years at Hogwarts, she had only known him on a personal level for the past year. And it seemed, as she watched him take a seat across from her, he did not change since the last time she saw him.
"And what would be the point of being so serious all the time?" she pondered aloud, raising her eyebrows in response. "We see where it's gotten you."
She paused, not meaning to sound cruel.
"Ask away," she told him, as she crossed one leg over the other. "I'll tell you as much as I know. However, I'll let you know now I've got a couple of questions for you as well."
More or less having to do with the war, of course.