Definitely a strange kind of Malfoy. Although James' experience had mainly been Lucius Malfoy being all prefect-like during his first year. And then the war, of course... No matter what you compared it to, the delicate looking man stood in front of him didn't quite fit the mould.
"Yeah?" He frowned, coming to a halt a little way from Scorpius and leaning casually against the banister. "How come?" James had always been the type who needed a solid 8 hours. Preferably at night, although since Harry had been born that was rather hit and miss.
"A couple of weeks?" James guessed. It was hard to keep track - the days tended to blend into one, especially when they weren't put rooting for clues or whatever. There was a lot of free time to kill some days, which wasn't a particularly good thing. "It's been... something."