Jamie shifted so that he could read the letter over Al's shoulder. It was their father's handwriting, all right. But, more importantly, it was so very Dad. Jamie couldn't help a snigger at the comment over tuning out meetings because his father's distaste for them was legendary in the Ministry. The Head Auror did not like having to deal with the bureaucracy he had sworn to uphold. Jamie could very easily imagine his father tuning out conversations and discussion about how to fuck up the world in the name of saving it. Really, people were all about The Chosen One, until it came time he actually knew what he was talking about and then it was full steam ahead with stupidity.
"So, in a little over a year, we're dead. I probably didn't get that Moldova assignment."
Ted behaviour suddenly made a lot more sense. Had he said 2022? That would have been six years ago. Jamie had been seventeen, Al fifteen. Ted was probably still used to thinking of them as children, not grown men...his own age. Merlin, that was going to take some getting used to. Jamie was used to his father's godson being the not quite older brother he could talk to when he absolutely could not talk to his father or uncles. Now they were the same age.
"You can't promise that, Ted...Teddy." He supposed, if the other man was still in his twenties, he hadn't decided to go by Ted, yet. It had only been last year. "The world ended. People died." He looked at his...yeah, no, he just couldn't think of him as 'dad'...Harry. "I assume some sort of rebuilding effort is underway, if it's safe for everyone to stay at Hogwarts?"