log, Hogwarts: Ginny W/James P
[James wasn't thick enough to think anyone would believe him if he promised them "special privileges." Not only because it was wrong, but because it had clearly been a joke, cramped handwriting and all. He hadn't even actually intended to meet Ginny Weasley, his future daughter-in-law, in the Common Room, but as the portrait swung open and he ducked through the hole, there was no mistaking that Weasley red—certainly not for Evans red.
With a smile, his tie loose around his neck, James shrugged his bag to the floor and sat himself in the chair opposite Harry's love interest. He surveyed the spread of sweets. Very seriously, he pushed his glasses up his nose and tipped up his chin.] Are these your offerings?