"Yes, I always love it when the papers tell me what I'm doing," he said sarcastically. It wouldn't be the first time anyway.
James nodded. "Good fate." He wasn't sure it existed. The circumstances that brought them here were proof enough. "Mars bars, no idea what they are, but I'll figure them out, and Muggle money, and marshmallows of course." He thought that he might like doing those things with no one to question what he was doing or why.
"I'm truly horrible," he said, grinning, although he really was when it came to women, but he had no way to trust them and didn't care to. "All right, then I'll speak with Nott tomorrow, and hopefully we can get you out on Tuesday. Is that good?"