"Pretty sure that the tons of letters he still gets suggest otherwise," Jamie said with a snort. Hell, he had friends who wanted to marry his father, despite the fact that he'd been married for three decades. "My mother is Ginny Weasly. I'm pretty sure that you know her, and they have three children, me, Albus Severus and Lily Luna. I mean, if this were a joke, would I come up with those names?"
He pointed toward the telephone. "That's how you get your message." He went to the phone and raised the handset and put it on speaker. "That's the creepy message." He moved to the computer. "She'll shut up soon enough. And by the way, that's a phone. This is a computer. You put your information here."
He typed Malfoy's name. "And voila, you are in room 207, and when it says to contact the front desk? It's dragon dung. No one is coming for room service, I can tell you that much." He looked at the man who looked younger than even James was. "You are at the store right now. I have no idea how it works, but it's like we're spliced in two and a party of you goes on with his life and another part is taken here, and I understand this sounds crazy, but I'm telling you the truth."