"The second one I stole while Uncle George and Mum were arguing turned me purple," Jamie said with a laugh that turned into a quiet sigh. "I told Grandma Lily before, in a way, your generations succeeded in giving mine the better life you were fighting for. We didn't have another war, at least. But, some of you were better at leaving the war on the battlefield than others. You would have thought poison, Mum turning us back. Aunt Luna just smiled and suggested the five of us stop at Fortescue's before going home because Lilu was too little for the sweets to be safe even if they weren't prank candies and we shouldn't leave her out."
Shaking his head, he kept his focus on the chessboard below them even while he talked. "At the start, probably. But, she and Uncle Ron had moved out by the time I came along. I think mostly you wanted to keep what was left of the Black Family library nearby in case it ever proved useful in a case."
Grinning, Jamie nodded. "I definitely want you to teach me that. I don't know what you taught the Aurors, honestly. You were always bringing work home, but never really talking about it." Or much else, but again, he didn't want to spoil what was turning into one of the most civil times they'd spent together since Jamie was seventeen.
"How did you manage to survive Uncle Fred and Uncle George if you can't recognize a joke," he returned with a smirk. "Who do you think taught me how to strategise? Now, give me a moment..." Closing his eyes, he tried to recall what he'd retained of his uncle's memories as a starting point. When he opened them, he cast a spell to change the glow on the squares they should need to a bright red. "We need to move this counter and the shelves over there to get the complete picture."