Harry snorted. "That means that I ended up having time to fly at some point after 2003." He barely few anymore. There was always another case, another problem. When he flew, it was more about a case than for pleasure.
"You were at Hogwarts in... 2005, right? I'm going from what I read. You're the Gryffindor." Not that it seemed important now. "I didn't give you grief for that too, right?" He probably should let it go, but the fact that he'd been upset that Albus was in Slytherin was bothering him, because it made absolutely no sense.
"Do you like flying?" he asked, figuring that it was a neutral enough topic to start. He had no idea if James, James Sirius- "What should I call you? Albus calls you Jamie, but- I hope you don't go by James Sirius. That's a mouthful."