James chuckled. "Was he born with a book in his hands?" he asked, knowing that for Albus nothing could be more fascinating than the written word. "Sorry, Mum, but I like my life."
He shook his head. "Just Snape for now, and lots of wandless, wordless, gesture-less magic. Migraines from hell, too, because of it, but they are getting better as I get used to it. Occlumency, and now he's handed me a book on anatomy so I know where to strike. The man is creepy, but he's brilliant."