Whatever you wanna share, mate. I'm just curious as to what the world is like for you.

[ He notices the voice cracking, suddenly wonders if he's overstepping some kind of boundary. He just met this kid - but he's not really a kid, he's older than James - the day before. ]

Hey, if this is too much- [ we can do it another time? you don't have to do it at all? Neither option sounds good to James, so he starts over. ] Would this be easier in person?

[ but then it's quiet, and James waits. It's silly, to think he's so worried about what house Harry was in. This is his son, in some strange future that hasn't happened to him yet, and rather than ask him how his life was, who raised him, what happened in the war...he just wants to know his house. Know if he's a slytherin, like snape and the other blacks, or if he's something else. something better - because when you're seventeen and were just told you're going to die, it's easier to concentrate on stupid house competitions.

James can't help but grin a little on the other end of the line - maybe out of pride. Pride for his house? Maybe, but some part of him doubts it. ]

Good choice.