"You'd hex your own grandfather?" James tsked. "Kids these days. No respect at all. Also, I'm pretty sure they'll have taken your wand the same way they took mine, Junior."
Which wasn't to say Jamie couldn't hex him later, but then he'd have his wand back, too. If he tried, they'd see what this new generation of Marauders was good for.
The challenging glint in his eye softened a bit at Jamie's next words. "Me too. It's not quite how I pictured things going, but it's a chance to know Harry as an adult and to get to know all of you, and I'm grateful for it." Though it was still weird to look at this young man who had to be close to his own age, and know that it was his grandson.