They followed her inside to a beautiful, glass-walled orangery that was so filled with plants it looked like a tropical forest. There were citrus trees of all kinds, wide-leaved monsteras, hot pink bougainvillea, and beautiful, dripping vines. The air was sweetly fragranced and warm, and they settled into wicker chairs with charmingly worn cushions, passing an easy hour over tea and the best shortbread Sirius had ever tasted in his life. Hope was charming, just as funny as Remus (although without his proclivity for profanity), and shared his taste in music.