James had been enjoying another boring night without his wife—he needed to come with some form of bribery to get his wife off the late shift. These endless nights of no one to entertain him but Midnight—who, quite honestly, DID like Sirius better—were getting old. So to say he was enjoying his boring night of pretending he knew how to the work the telly was a stretch.
When he answered the door and found Oliver Wood on his stoop, James couldn't help but smile. "Just what I need, Wood. Come in, come in. Can I convince you to indulge?" Before waiting for the younger man's response, James had escorted him to the kitchen and was pulling down two brandy glasses.