Lily laughs, genuinely, when Claire says she has that new look because even if they weren't on the new kids' floor, she does, generally speaking, teasing or no. "I'm a witch," she admits slowly - it's still strange to know she can do that, say it to almost anyone at all, with no repercussions. "So I'm used to magic more than I am science, and it's a little..." She pauses, trying to find the right word. "Jarring."

Four jumps, then - it's long enough to get settled, clearly, and Lily purses her lips as she tries to think of the best way to describe how she feels about the whole thing. "Now that I'm a little more used to the idea of my son being almost the same age as me here, I think I'm all right."

Yeah, that one was a whammy.