"Uncle George had his demons, just like the rest of you. But, this place was still half Fred's. If there was one place he would be almost normal it was here." Jamie very carefully avoided the subject of drinking. It hadn't gone well when he'd brought it up before and he didn't want the work to get sidetracked by another argument. Instead, he shrugged. "I was six. All I cared about was that Al's green was cooler than my bumblebee yellow. Mum was not thrilled with either. But, I'm pretty sure Aunt Luna got a photo of it."
Nodding, Jamie turned his attention back to his patronus. "No, I didn't know about that until I had Uncle Ron's memories. But, the three of us all knew the library at home was the best place to hide because you almost always forgot it was there unless Aunt Hermione was visiting."
Because he was already focusing on what his dad was seeing in the stag, he was confused for a moment when the subject turned to Slytherins. Pushing up to stand next to his dad, Jamie rolled his eyes. "I wasn't saying it would be muggle, I was giving an example of something old."
No matter how old he'd gotten or how much their relationship had deteriorated, there was one thing that had always, always, thrilled Jamie and that was watching his dad use uncommon magic. Watching the lights fall, he shook his head. "As the sole cursebreaker left, I insist that the Aurors share that one. It would be so bloody useful on a dig." Looking down at where the stag stood for a moment longer surrounded by patches of glowing magic, Jamie snorted. "Gee, I don't know. Could it be a unicorn?" he teased.