Re: Potters/Wright/Winters
Cale stood up while James was still halfway through taking a breath to answer Lily.
"I'll do it," he offered with a grin, reaching for the trunk and frowning a little in concentration as he hoisted it up onto the wrack. That done, he turned a grin back toward his house mate and flopped back onto the seat (after batting James' legs out of the way from where he'd just propped them there).
"You're a little late, aren't you? How was your summer?"