"Hey," James returned Harry's grin as he followed Lily over the threshold, his hand brushing the small of her back. It had been a while since they had been just the three of them. As much as he enjoyed the family lunches, there was a weirdness between his son and grandkids that James did his best to diffuse with a never ending supply of stories and jokes. It was getting better, he thought, but it was still nice to be able to sit and chat to Harry on his own, without any awkward undercurrent.
Of course, he and Lily did have a bit of an ulterior motive for being here tonight, but that wasn't the point.
He shot Lily a quick look before heading towards one of the sofas and flinging himself down on it. "I'll have a firewhiskey, thanks." He smiled, stretching his arms above his head until his back clicked. It was getting tiring, digging through the forest day after day. "I think we might have to work a little harder to corrupt your Mum though..."