"Yes, how did we both wind up with sons in the dreaded Ministry, anyway?" James inquired conversationally, scanning the room. "You know that would never have happened if we'd been around." Which was simply not true. James himself had been aiming toward a career as an Auror, if only the war had taken a few more years to arrive. From what he gathered, the Ministry had gone way downhill since his death—and then, largely thanks to Harry and his friends, way back uphill again.
He could only imagine. Auror training was one thing, but politics had never been able to hold his interest.
The suggestion of a 'project', on the other hand, caught his attention right away. He glanced at Remus. "A project? I don't suppose you'd tell me about it now?—oh, wait." He'd just caught sight of a familiar face halfway across the room. "I think our errant pup is in sight."