"More than might. She basically grew up in this store. It was probably for her what it would feel like for me to go back to the house. But, I guess we think of what we know," Jamie agreed. Really, that could sum up the root of the problems between the two of them, thus far. "Growing up, Fred was Roxanne's older brother. That was the Fred I knew. Uncle Fred was a figure in family stories. When we were little -- and I mean all of the cousins -- Uncle George used to let us sit up here and he'd slip us whatever the newest trick candy was," Jamie said, smiling a bit at the memory. "Wanted to make sure kids would like the flavours, you know? Parents usually wound up screaming. But, we all loved finding out what colour we'd turn or if we'd float or what might happen. Incidentally? Hufflepuff yellow? Not a great match with my eyes," he added with a laugh.
Jamie watched the stag move around the room, nosing at various places, looking for his dad's magical signature. "You taught me to cast it," he told his dad, tilting his head back a bit to look up at his father when he jumped to his feet on top of the counter. It was...disorienting, really, remembering looking up at his father from this angle, who was not much older than now, when Jamie was just a little kid in the joke shop. "Maybe Aunt Hermione, put it in a book, sure that no one would ever look at it again because she's used to dealing with you two," he teased.
"It wouldn't be something that could grow outdated, then, either. Objects that were unlikely to be recognizable to future generations wouldn't do. Like most people my age wouldn't know what a rotary phone is unless they have a grandfather like Grandpa Arthur who collects odd bits of things. It have to be something classic or likely to remain so."