Vita certainly knew how to look after herself and preserve her appearance. She had also dressed up deliberately, and her hair was no longer silver-white, but dyed black.
The woman in her nineties looked forty at most.
Today, Vita wore a fitted purple-black wool coat. Carrying a small wooden chest, she came over to the sofa and sat beside Shawn.
Anyone who saw them would have said they were mother and son. No one would have questioned it.
Seeing the little wooden chest, Shawn asked with a hint of delighted surprise,
"Professor, did you find a Boggart or a Dementor?"
The coldness on Vita's face instantly gave way to affection. She smiled and said gently,
"Both. I found both."
Half a month earlier, Shawn had wanted to learn the Patronus Charm, so naturally, he had sought Vita's guidance.
Vita was certain that Shawn was not some Dark Wizard with a heart full of darkness, and she had begun teaching him without holding anything back.
But after a week of lessons, Shawn could only produce a tuft of white light from his wand.
Vita ached for the child who had grown up so alone that he did not even have any intensely happy memories.
In the end, she could only resort to a crude method: magnifying imagined, artificial happiness in the midst of despair.
Yes, it was the same approach Lupin had used to teach Harry in the original story-having Harry imagine a happy life with the parents he had never met while facing a Boggart transformed into a Dementor.
So Vita had recently put in some effort, using the local Rosier family's influence to obtain a Boggart and a Dementor.
Naturally, Shawn wanted to begin practicing under pressure right away.
Vita, however, waved him off.
"You still have classes tomorrow.