James almost wanted to groan, but the future possibilities were too good to pass up. "No, we aren't moving. They are moving to Hogwarts. You still live with me." He might not mind the occasional fireworks with Dad, but he was starting to think that Al needed to grow up and going back to Hogwarts was not the best idea.
"From the boxes, I'd say now," he told his brother. "And no, they don't hand out extra room at Hogwarts. You can visit, though." Maybe they should have that conversation they had started at the concert before Al fell asleep. After Dad had left, because fireworks were one thing, the greatest duel since Dumbledore and Grindelwald was something else.