Oh God. She wanted to talk to him. Was this the part where she was going to tell him they needed something more responsible and useful and he should go pack his stuff? Perhaps they'd be willing to keep James at least. "Yes ma'm," he muttered. He limped into the house and returned with two glasses of water, which he set down on the table. Then he sat down in one of the chairs a little nervously. Well... he had learned some stuff about farming. Maybe he could beg for a reference at least. He had come quite far for a Longbottom.