"Well, your son defeated the darkest wizard ever to live at the age of seventeen, virtually ensuring he got a blank ticket he could write to whatever he wanted to do with his life -- which of course led to the Auror's Office because he's too much your son not to thrive there and then he seems to have taken it over. While my son," Remus continued, secretly amused at how much easier it seem to say those words since the Full, "is trying to do what his father never could in helping others with this condition and, unfortunately, the Ministry is the best place to try and do that officially still."
Casting a sideways glance back at Prongs, he grinned, didn't even bother to hold back his own laughter at the turns of events that had become their future/present lives.
"In short, we both got damned lucky."
It did still seem very odd to be talking about their sons with a James Potter who was actually several years younger than Remus' son. The fact said son was only a couple years younger than Remus himself didn't seem as odd any more. It didn't suddenly seem normal, but Remus' threshhold for oddity was already stretched so far acceptance had to settle in his thoughts or he'd go round the bend.
He saw the spark of interest in James' eyes at the thought of a project, but refused to elaborate. His friend needed an innocent mystery to keep his mind off the larger mysteries of their lives, he thought.
"No, no hints. You find out when Sirius does." Light brown eyes followed the direction of James' gaze and Remus nodded at seeing Sirius across the room. "Right then. I think it's time we collect that wayward pup. Don't you?"