"For protection in theory." James took a long drag of his beer. "But you'll excuse me if I won't put it to the test." It wasn't out of the realm of possibility that Sirius' ancestors made sure only Blacks could handle the blade. He was not opposed to weapons, but he would stick with his wand, personally. There was something very satisfying turning people into slugs.
Flopping into his chair, James gestured with his beer bottle. "There's something rotten in the state of Denmark. Too many questions. Not enough answers." Taking a deep breath, he glanced in Remus' direction.
"Bones reached out to Moony and I the other day. About you, Wormtail, suggesting that we keep an eye on you. Of all things." James had to laugh. "Thinking that you would be an easy target for Death Eaters. Which is ridiculous." It was still a little unbelievable to him. Clearly, the auror underestimated his friend. Peter wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing.