It had been a shite workday. James' mind was elsewhere - on the possible plans that he had discussed with Frank and Remus, on the upcoming full moon, and on the meeting with Kingsley - and he had made a few mistakes in his uncharacteristic absentmindedness. He'd fixed them, of course, but it had still been annoying to have to waste time putting it right.
And then there had been the brick he'd dropped on his toe. That had been unpleasant, in and of itself.
He almost didn't notice when the day was drawing to an end, but when he heard his name - well, his pseudonym - he looked up and grinned. He checked his watch, and then noticed that everyone else was already packing up for the night. Excellent. He shrugged out of the protective wear he wore while he worked and pulled on his jacket.
"Oh, no," he said, when he saw what Kingsley was riding. But he was laughing, feeling better than he had all day. "John, what did you do?"