"What was I thinking?" James answered, biting his lip to stop from laughing. "As usual, you're being factual, since you have such a love for details and precision." He snorted. "Well, at least one of their parents will still be young and gorgeous when you are old. You know, in fifteen years."
James chuckled. "Thank you for telling me that I'm your prisoner."
He nodded, serious despite the good mood. "We'll go home. No one will find us there, and I've already left a message that I'm not coming in for the rest of the week. As far as the press knows, I'm away on personal matters. It will drive them nuts, but that's fine. I'll speak to a few people privately toward the weekend, and then we work something out for next week. We need to have those first pictures out before we can take them anywhere or we'll have them on top of us. Until then, we go from house to house and we avoid any public area. I'm sorry, but it's the best I can do. With me out, they'll know something's up, and you know how they get when they smell a story about a Potter."