Jamie was having deja vu. He was seventeen all over again, trying to convince his father to put the bottle away and come out of his home office because it was their last night before returning to school for the new year. "I actually believe you, that you always wanted family." He just wasn't sure his father had wanted the actual family as much as he'd wanted the idea of a family born of an orphan's mind. "Of course he doesn't care about the press. And he wouldn't have asked. But, it needed to be done. And, it wasn't that hard to do it. As the 'heir presumptive to the Potter legacy', I learned early on how to deal with the press. Once I started working as a curse breaker, it was even easier, since unless there was a major case -- and those were rare -- Dad wasn't out in public and I was. And it meant my twelve and fourteen year old siblings didn't have to deal with invasive questions about The Chosen One's problems."
If his eyebrow rose any higher, it would break his hairline. "In which case, I apologize for the assumption. Plenty of similar comments have been made in the past, by family who weren't joking. I'm used to defending him." He found it ironic Harry Potter was using those adjectives as pejoratives. He thought it said more about Harry that he thought those traits characteristic of high intelligence than it said about Dumbledore and Snape.