"Of course I cook," Jamie said with a chuckle. "Mum worked, Dad worked. Gran cooks and we spent a lot of time with her growing up, so I learned to cook as well. Lots of baking too. Gran Molly's idea of solving problems is feeding you, no matter what the problem is. I haven't really had a reason to cook or bake since school. My diet is pretty strict so I end up cooking the same thing over and over, but I'm making up for lost time here, so let me know and I can make some for you."
Jamie laughed. "Hagrid still has it. It's a little old, barely flies, but he still let me and my sibling take a few rides, and taught us how to drive it. McGonagall had a fit when she found out." He snorted. "Aunt Hermione is the most reasonable person in the world, but she's also the Minister and there are rules against charming Muggle objects. Still she's the one who insisted that Uncle Ron get his license. Muggle documents too. Dad got them for us too. Just in case," he said a little quieter. "They always assume that there might be a new war and we'd have to hide in the Muggle world and its harder without documents now."
He nodded. "A flying car... and it's not exactly for the best. Dad is a hero, but heroes come with a lot of baggage and a lot of firewhiskey, the therapy of choice at the house. Or maybe it's a family thing. Grandpa James seems to be following that example. All this Muggle alcohol can't be good for his system."