"Possible, but it's boring. Sitting still, reading." He couldn't see a reason to do it unless he needed that information. "Who the hell gave us an etiquette book? I can't imagine your mother nor I getting that. Like ever. It had to be one of Andromeda's funny presents. In fact, I'm more shocked that we had books at home that didn't involve the Ministry," he said, shaking his head. The books that Remus and Sirius had given him had a significance, but he can't imagine buying books. "I'm secure enough in my ability to tell people what to do that I can admit that it was after," he said with a chuckle. "And considering how long we live and how long Muggles live, I wish we could shed a few more years, so you should take the twenty-four, but whatever you like."
He could see why Jamie working in the DMLE was a recipe for disaster with the relationship they had. "Well, you can get the training now." He supposed that Jamie had a point when he put it like that. "We're still very fucked up." It was the one time that he cursed without feeling bad, because there was no other way to describe who they were. "And apparently Scorpius is in charge, but is currently indisposed."
Harry chuckled. "We start with you and me working on a very polite, but slightly threatening letter to the Confederation, informing them that they need to deal with a troll or we'll be sending fire throwing birds to the continent. We'll start schedules for training once more people are fine." He patted Jamie's leg. "Come on, it's time to get to work and tonight we'll have dinner together, just the two of us and I can teach you a few things. We'll celebrate once Al is awake."