"I know," James smiled. "Maybe this is karma. We should have thanked Mum and Dad more for only sending howlers every fortnight."
He couldn't remember when the 'James Charlus Potter!' that frequently ripped through the chatter at breakfast had turned into 'James Potter! Sirius Black!', but it had quickly become the norm. He vaguely wondered if he would ever have sent Harry a howler. He couldn't imagine it, but then he couldn't imagine a lot of things. James quickly batted away that line of thought before it could take a depressing hold, instead pushing his glasses up his face so he could rub his eyes.
"At least we'll all be about to teach this one to raise hell, though," he said, bursts of colour appearing behind his eyelids as he attempted to push a sudden wave of tiredness away. "That's all me and Lils ever really wanted."