James had managed to briefly meet most of his new relations in a whirlwind of introductions. He looked forward to getting to know them all better, but everyone, including him, was eager to get the game started, so for now he settled for trying to remember everyone's names.
He wore a plain old robe of Harry's and had borrowed gear and a broom as well. Harry had been apologetic that the broom wasn't the latest model, but given that it was already four decades better than what James was used to, he'd scoffed that off. As it was he'd have to be careful that the broom didn't outperform him.
Which of course would never happen.
Trusting Sirius to keep the Bludgers off him, he pitched the Quaffle to his right, arcing it over Roxie's head toward Dylan.