"Fuck-" James quickly looked around and cast a privacy spell. "Jesus, Jasper, can you say it a little louder? How many people do you have to out?" Still, he grabbed the toffee, and sighed. "You know it doesn't matter what I am, but it's what the press wants me to be. An exclusive source reveals to the prophet that Mr. Potter and Mr. Wood are arguing over the same lover. It doesn't matter that's bull. You still look nice, but I'm better looking," he finished with a grin.
James laughed. "That's not a dress. It's a robe, and it really looks nice." He flipped a finger at Jasper. "I bought my robes. I enjoy wearing them. I grew up in them, and the Malfoy aren't giving me anything. Everyone's up in arms about this, but I'm not staying here. They can't force me. I come, do my visits, answer the questions, and then I go home. As long as I can survive on my own, I'm not staying here."