"So tall," she says, reaching up to cup the top of his head with a grin. He returns it easily. Something about being here makes him feel not old, makes him feel comfortingly adolescent, willing to be looked after and looked out for. He pulls back to squeeze her shoulder, and sees so much of his own mother in her face, but he also sees Aunt Andromeda—just Aunt Andromeda, lovely and kind and family.