"You can borrow mine," he offered with a small smile, so similar to Draco's of the past. "I have them in my room. I used to keep them in my trunk when I was at school."
Again the small smile came but it was a hesitant one, signifying the distance that had seemed to come between them. "I should have known that. I tried to find you but you had left already." He was finding it harder to talk about. Malfoy's shouldn't show weakness, but the truth was that he needed his father here, not away. James wanted to save them all because he was a stupid Gryffindor with a problem on his conscience. His father would want to save him because of who he was. There was a distinct difference, really the most important one.
"I didn't really feel like bringing anyone," he said, finding the change of topic a relief. "I don't think it would be right if I excused myself from time to time because all these bumps itch." He also didn't know who he would run into there, which was another factor in his decision. Vaguely his mind ran over a time when he could just laugh with friends. The memory seemed far away now.