Packing up the house didn't take long, it never did, anymore. James and Lily had become quite accustomed to living out of boxes, never actually unpacking anything but the contents of Harry's nursery. They knew their son needed some sort of constant in his life, so no matter where they moved, his nursery was always painted the same, with the same paintings and toys, his dresser was always right next to the closet---Harry had his own little world in that nursery. It was his safe haven.
Right now, though, the boy was finding more interest in the bubble wrap of their latest moving boxes (some things that had been collected in their short time in the house in Wales). Harry stomped on the strips of bubble wrap letting out shrill shrieks of glee as James passed to answer the door. There were numerous wards that had to be done to get it open and to be allowed through them in the first place, so he felt confident that it was indeed Frank and Neville Longbottom standing outside the door.
James held the sneakoscope up, his extra bit of precaution that hailed back to his days at Hogwarts, and when it didn't squeal in concern, he opened the door and greeted Frank and Neville.
"I hope Alice made that pie," James said, pushing the door open a bit further to let the two in, "I remember your last disastrous attempts." He tweaked Neville's nose quickly with a grin.
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