Saturday, James woke up feeling almost as though it was Christmas. Teddy was coming today. He'd been confined to the castle now for several weeks and, when he'd said that he was thinking about burning the whole place down in order to get outside again, he hadn't been completely joking. At home, James was captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, he was very friendly with Hagrid, he knew the passages in and out of the castle like the back of his hand, and his pranks were normally fuelled with any number of resources he would acquire from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and Zonko's. He was an active young man who was used to frequent, and often surprisingly strenuous, activity. Being stuck in the castle on his father's request--a man James wasn't even sure he liked here in 2000--was making him feel chafed.
But Teddy was coming to visit and James would stop at nothing to convince his not-quite-but-almost-brother that he needed to leave the castle or he was going to go stark raving mad and die of boredom and inactivity. This couldn't be healthy, after all. James was practically pale these days. And, really, with Teddy there, James couldn't even find it in himself to feel guilty for sort of breaking his word to Harry. He would have personal Auror protection for a threat which Harry had said himself was almost gone now. Practically overkill, really.
And so, James had left the commonroom a little while ago to go pace back and forth across the corridor outside and wait for Teddy. And then, finally, there he was. James felt the grin on his face and he practically bounced over to the man. "Teddy, Teddy, Teddy, Teddy! You're here" He gave him a quick hug--a very manly one, obviously--before pulling away and adopting his patented puppy eyes. "Can we please, please go somewhere now? Anywhere?"