It's enviable, in a way. That ease and surety in one's space. But the space is small, and the trek short, and the informal way Lily clambers up on her stool is relaxing too. There's a second stool across from her, so he follows suit, carefully perching and resting his hands on the cool table top. Something minute darkens in his mien, a not quite flinch at the familiar, but well his parents aren't tortured to insanity here are they?

Easier to focus on Herbology, on the here and now.

"Yes ma'am. I've an O on my O.W.L., but," A pause, unsure, "no proof of that here I guess..."

But she's so cheerful, he can't help the way his mouth slopes with a crooked grin. Cheeks ruddy even as he ducks his head a bit.

"I'd be happy to help out then!"