"I may be strange, but I'm still more normal than half the people here," he teased. Jamie's mind was still turning over ideas for getting the group of time refugees they were surrounded by to loosen up and interact. Birthday parties were a start. The quidditch match had been the best attempt, yet. She was right that a lot of meals were being taken separately now, though.
Which meant they really did need to have a family dinner at the club to encourage it's use.
Snorting at her attempt at the posh accent, he shook his head. "And you call me strange. But, since you're so awesome, I suppose I should bring you along to help liven things up."
Jamie shrugged. "When most people are around you to get famous by association, it's really easy to be 'friends'," he explained. "I'm fairly certain every guy in my dorm at school wrote his parents the night of the sorting to tell them he was roommates with James Sirius Potter." People were always going to be around because of his name. It was easy to be surrounded by 'friends'. It was less so to find people he could trust with what went on inside his head. He was only as open with Savannah as he was because she knew all the important things now that she'd had Lilu's memories for a bit. Instead of belabouring the point, however, he laughed. "The squid is a big softie after years of students pushing each other in. And the merpeople won't bother you if you stay out of their territory. It's a big lake. Really," he added with a smirk, "it's the grindylows you have to watch out for."