"Yes, a refugee! I'm so glad to meet another." Lily's shoulders sagged, relieved to have found someone who seemed to share her plight, before the stranger's shivering made her frown. "You're shaking, are you sure you're alright?" She lifted a hand, fluttering it absently.

"I'll make tea," as though it were the obvious solution. As far as Lily it was at least closer to one than standing around watching him be cold. "What's your name?"

Just as soon as she posed the question she took a few steps back, away from the tree and over to where a cluster of dark green leaves sprouted up out of the ground, remaining within earshot as she shook the dirt from the plant's roots before laying it in her flattened palm.

She retrieved her wand with her other hand, muttering a quick word as she gestured over the plant with it. In an instant the plant transfigured itself into a fluted teacup, its contents steaming inside.

"I've practiced with this plant before," she explained, holding it out for him. "It's a bit weak, but it turns into a nice enough cup if you ask me."