James didn't like the idea, but even he had to admit that Malfoy had a point regarding timings. The whole thing was, quite frankly, a complete shitshow. "Then we just need to manage it better," he decided. Not that he knew how - perhaps he'd dig around in the library and that Slytherin-themed magic room once the bus came back.
He decided not to point out that the whole 'people who coulldn't perform' statement sounded a lot like the same old crap, different universe. 'Why should we be held back by the less powerful?' It would probably end with an argument, and - his attention flickered briefly to Remus - this wasn't the time or the place. Still, it got filed away neatly in the back of his mind.
"Apart from Grindelwald," he pointed out instead, dropping his hand from where it was still trying to remove the knot from his muscles. "Although they kicked him out, didn't they? Guess they have us beat there - better foresight, maybe." It'd have made his life a hell of a lot easier if someone had given him a few pointers in the animagus department, though. Perhaps he'd have been saved that afternoon in the third floor bathroom, when Peter and Sirius had spent hours trying to work out how to remove hooves. "Have you spoken to Strange and Sabrina?" he asked. "They don't use wands. Obviously the magic's different, but they might have some insight."
There was that now-familiar flare of pride, mixed as always with a dull throb of grief as Harry's name was mentioned. It was a strange idea, that growing up with Petunia and Vernon would have benefited Harry in way at all. He eyed Malfoy for a moment, considering, then scooted forward so he was sat right on the edge of the mattress, fixing him with a straight stare. "Can I ask you something?" He didn't wait for an answer before continuing. "Are you and Harry mates, or... what? Only you talk about him, but then Ginny told me some stuff about you lot at school and - well, I'm trying to work out where it all adds up."