"Fine, Quidditch sticks but detention. A week. The week before NEWTs. I know Gryffindor throws some of the best parties in the castle before exams but you'll be missing them."
Harry shook his head again, this time clearly disappointed in the weight of his shoulders. "James - really, what's this all about? Gin really would box your ears if she saw you treating girls like this." Harry indicated a bench near by and went to sit on it, figuring rounds could wait a bit if this was something he was only just now noticing about his son. Surely he wasn't too preoccupied as Professor?