"See? Totally out of the norm." Wrinkling his nose, Jamie shook his head. "I've been traumatised by my aunt and uncle's sex life. I'll pass on the specifics," he said, purposefully ignoring the more serious aspects of dealing with his uncle's memories of his father. He was at his limit on discussing it, at least for the moment.
Smiling as she accepted the apology and leaned against him, he shifted to put his arm around her shoulders. "I'll bet it was. Seems the Potter grandparents are huggers. Who'd have thought?" His father certainly wasn't one for hugs. "I want pictures of their faces if you just randomly hug them, though."
Jamie snorted softly. "Savannah, you are far from boring. I've played against you on the pitch, played with you on the pitch. You've had almost as many articles written about you as I have, Your Grace, the Duchess of Pride. With as integral as Quidditch is to our society, you don't think you, one of the most enthusiastic and talented players to attend Hogwarts, was interesting enough on your own merit to have this castle bring you back? "