If he hadn’t know any better, Harry might have been tempted to describe the way James and Albus were sat at the dining table as "patiently’ - but this would have been inaccurate. Though they were certainly sitting quietly -    Albus with his forehead pressed flat against the table top, arms stretched out in front of him, and James rocking precariously on his chair staring blankly at the ceiling - Harry knew this to be be anything but patience. Rather, it was a kind of tortured zen calm that concealed the true turmoil within. It was something they had inherited from Ginny. Hopefully they wouldn’t have to wait much longer - if he could just find that  stupid fucking dragon!