"Yes, and I'm pretty sure that I can't get pregnant either," he said, trying to smile, but it was becoming harder and harder as she spoke.
"Are you lying? Come on Allison, we need to know what's going on? Making it better isn't going to get us a cure," he said, because they had gone from simply throwing up to not breathing in a few sentences.
"We have none of that, especially in school. No electricity and no Muggle technology, so we read books." He smiled a little. "We're still arguing about who's who, but we all know that I was really D'Artagnan and was humouring them."
James put an arm around her. "Up we go," he said, getting up slowly. When they were standing, he picked her up. It was easier to do it this way than to walk or levitate her. The first would have taken too long and the second would have made her argue. "God, you don't weigh anything."