"Hold up there, young man. I think I might have to insist you call me Grandpa." James pretended to think, the glint of mischief in his eyes somewhat spoiling his serious expression. "Tell you what, you can be Junior."
The mention of Peter killed his good mood instantly. He glanced away, trying to keep it casual as a rock settled in his stomach. "Well. From what I hear, he deserves it." But James wasn't ready to give it to him. He wasn't ready to run into his old friend at all, not yet. Wormtail. The one who'd gotten his wife killed and his best friend thrown in Azkaban, orphaned and nearly killed his son...
Yes, there was going to have to be a confrontation at some point. At the very least. But not tonight.
James gave his head a little shake. "Ah. Remus was with me. Got turned 'round someplace and I'm afraid he's slipped off. He's always been good at that, escaping from parties, but he can't have got too far."