Jamie was getting used to redheads, but the person walking into the room him most definitely was not a Weasley. He grinned at her. "Sure, I get sick and I don't even get a kiss."
He patted the couch where he was sitting. "Join me before someone else takes the spot. I think Mum and Dad are running out of rooms to put people in," he said, remaining as cheery as he could. He would not start whining now. He didn't want his family remembering like a crying baby who couldn't deal with the consequences of his actions.