Oh my, was all Amarissa could think when James first greeted her. Just how much drinking had been done in the name of the holiday over at number 12? And that expression seemed to be nothing but trouble. But then again, Amarissa reflected, when was James Potter ever anything but trouble? He seemed to exude it. Still, he seemed to be moving quite well. He got inside on his own and whatnot, so Amarissa wasn't feeling particularly inclined to worry.
"Please, sit." Amarissa said with a slight incline of her head as she sat back down and picked up her wine glass. Neither was she really worried about being nit picky about manners. Not around James. She was fairly certain that he would sit where he pleased with or without an invitation from her and would ask for anything he wanted or needed. Not that he was rude about it. There just was a certain ease that accompanied him when he visited number 13 now. Perhaps it came from having visited the bath. Hrm.
"It wasn't a problem." Amarissa responded, shrugging and running a hand through her mussed hair. "You're welcome." Listening to him speak, she couldn't help but wonder again just how much he had managed to drink. She paused for a moment, and then looked slightly amused. She took a sip of her wine, though the glass was almost empty anyway. There had only been a tiny bit left in the bottle to begin with. "You know, those cakes are also known as St. James' cake."