It had been an...interesting...few days. Jamie had spent them primarily getting the lay of the land. While he hadn't had a chance to speak with everyone, yet, he'd been able to watch interactions at meal times, visit the research floor to see what was happening there (which let him meet Remus Lupin and wasn't that a trip?), spend some time with journals and reading issues of the Prophet that been gathered weeks earlier (reading his own obituary was surreal, reading Al and Lily's had left him wanting to be alone for the rest of the evening). It had been educational, to say the least.
But, there was one person he'd been actively avoiding until he was ready to deal with them (fine, there were two, but he went looking for Harry first). Catching sight of the lone flier over the grounds, he'd headed out to wait for Harry to come back down. It was funny. In the air, Harry looked like Jamie remembered his Dad, when he was a little kid and Dad was, if not happier, at least not as depressed and fatalistic. Leaning against the castle wall, he could remember what it was like to be up on that broom at four with his dad helping him stay on from right behind him.
"Morning," he replied with a smile of his own. "You look good up there. Haven't seen you have as much time to just fly for you since before I left for Hogwarts."