Re: James | Harry
"Oi," James smiled and reached across to give Harry's arm a light, good natured punch. "Maybe the rest of us just like to get in amongst it before the last 30 seconds of the game."
Perhaps there was a similar reason as to why James was much happier working and training with Ron than he would have been dealing with foreign governments and the rest of it. He was more than happy to leave that to Harry. James shrugged. "Suppose we'll find out sooner or later. They can't leave us hanging forever."
Or maybe they could. Who really had a clue what was going on?
"Wait, what??" James gave Harry a jokingly horrified look. "Snape doesn't have a soft spot for me? What have you that idea?" But his lighthearted manner fell away quickly this time, and he automatically looked towards Remus again. "I hope you're right." James shook his head absently. "Nah, we'll take him out. Hopefully it'll work and everything will be fine. If not, then at least we know what we're doing."
He should probably go check in with Remus, actually. James had kind of dropped him in it with the whole Quidditch thing. He sighed, glancing back at his son. "I better go beg Moony's forgiveness for dragging him onto a broom, anyway. I'll catch up with you later?"