"Nah, no great loss," James disagreed, with a sly look at Sirius. "Really doubt most people would even notice a difference."
Unlike the other two, he'd never had to live through a time when the Marauders weren't together. Oh, they hadn't seen as much of each other since school as when they'd been living under each other's feet all the time, but before the Fidelius they'd still seen a fair amount of each other, and it had been less than a month ago to him that they'd last gathered for dinner and to fuss over Harry. He hadn't had to mourn them or to see their fellowship shattered. Seeing the extra years and struggles in both Remus and Sirius's faces was odd, to be sure, but it was still Moony and Padfoot under there.
"But never fear, we wouldn't dream of asking you to be nice," he went on airily. "Is there any place in this palace we can talk? I'm assuming here that setting off Dungbombs to clear a room is right out."