Re: James, Sirius, Albus
James turned to Sirius, and for one moment, he felt like he was the only adult in the room. "You're not helping," he pointed out. "I'm more interested in what he'll do with the information."
He looked at Albus. "How did you go from me being in a bed with Sirius and Dylan to 'licking tonsils and shaking-' Whatever the fuck the rest was? I don't lick tonsils with Dylan and we were just talking, so next time you want to infer, don't."
He growled. "How could you? No, you aren't correcting anything. Talking about it to him again will only make things worse. In fact, don't talk to him about anything." He frowned suddenly, because he should have been a little more focused than this. It seemed that dying was interfering with his thinking. "Why exactly were you talking to him for?"