James smiled. "And all hell breaking loose, I get it. Just talk to her. I think she needs some time as well as you." He'd seen her while his father was sick and she had held it together the same way James did. Not that she'd told him, but James had seen in her eyes that single-minded idea that everything was going to be fine.
He laughed. "No, that's not how it works, Dad. She's convinced that it's an idea which will be credited to her if it works and blamed on you if she doesn't. That's all politics."
He shrugged. "It's just a question and I can refuse to answer. You ask it every ten minutes, then we have a problem." James frowned. "Dad, when is the last time I ran to you or Mum? Before Hogwarts?" he asked, laughing. "It's been a while."
"I suppose it could be a nice house, but no one is living there, so museum would have to do. Some rooms are actually... warm. He picked a modern style with reds and off whites for our room. I was shocked how much attention he put into every room. I swear he managed to get Slytherin and Gryffindor colours in every room and make it look elegant. How can anyone do that and be fucking straight?" he asked with a snort. "Hell, I'm married to a bloke and I'd never spend so much time matching paint colour with furniture, but yeah you totally have to see it."