Lia's snort at Harry's answer is interrupted by the whapping going on. She yelps, more surprised than hurt because dude, that was not cool at all. "The hell was that for!" she asks indignantly while aiming a shoe for his shins under the table.

Then she rolls her eyes at the question because aw, man, is he really even asking that. Just - a wizard? This is not Harry Potter, okay, and they did not make a left turn at the yellow brick road. (Again. The hypocrisy. Enough to choke a pig, but not enough to apparently choke a teenage werewolf.)