"Beeswax? Really?" he asked, smiling. "You need to update your vocabulary, love. You're getting too old for beeswax unless there are parents around."
James snorted. "Yes, because I was looking so hard before I got married." He looked through the familiar crowd to find Sirius with his eyes. "If you find the right person, then he won't care about your NEWTs... not that I'm saying that you should drop out."
He nodded. "Yeah, we're happy." Problems notwithstanding.