When Lily pulled the door open, the weight that James had placed on the panel tumbled backwards. Sadly, he had placed all of his weight on the door, so he fell backwards against her feet, sending the armful of lilies tumbling around him like bits of multi-colored snow. They danced in the light around him, and fingers reached upwards in order to fix glasses that were slightly askew. Too bad they couldn't fix the vision with the gesture. “Aw, come on Mrs. Potter. Would you really do that?” He grinned at her, the same sort of grin that he always hand, the fingers moved from his glasses to his hair.
“Especially since I went and brought you such lovely flowers? Oi, where did they run off too anyway? I didn't think I made them have legs.” Another brush of fingers through his hair before he reached up and grabbed her hand, tugging her down beside him. “There now. There are not three of my loves standing above me. Just one down here."