He laughed a little, flopping down into the grass and covering his face with his hands. He felt like one of those witches in the novels he refused to admit he read from time to time. The ones who needed a good shake and a stiff drink.
A thought occurred to him and James went up on his elbow, black hair sticking up in crazy and oddly vulnerable angles. "You won't tell Sirius I'm losing my mind, right?"