"Yeah, well- been in the family forever, hasn't it? Not really surprised you'd be scared of breaking stuff in it." It was a weird concept to consider. There were precious few things to pass down from the Potter side of the family, and everything from the Weasley side was well-worn, frugal and used lovingly until it couldn't be used anymore. Practical, pragmatic; Scorpius's home has a ballroom, and they don't even have a guest room.

James laughs a little under his breath, leaning down to pick up a flat stone, flinging it across the top of the pond. It skips thrice, and he frowns, dissatisfied. "Not that I've seen, and we've been all over, growing up. Guess we're a bit boring here, mate."