You’d been in the study, looking over a few books your grandfather seemed to have marked down. Perhaps they were special in some way. You jolted a bit when there was a knock on the door, glancing up to see James walk in. A book of his own in his hands.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I just wanted to check in on you. Perhaps you’d like a reading buddy?” The raven-haired boy asked hopefully, smiling politely as he awaited a response.