"I don't have a basement," he said in a whisper, as if sharing the greatest secret. "Usually I don't have to hide either, but this is my cousin's birthday, and his dad sort of saved my arse recently. I need to play nice."
James snorted. "I doubt I'll get used to it any time soon. I guess it's time to get my face there soon enough. They start digging when they can't find anything to publish. It's much much easier to give them a staged picture of me with random witch than letting them print the truth."
He rolled his eyes. "What is it? Did my father mention candlelight dinners to everyone? I'd date him, really, I would, but killing as foreplay isn't my idea of fun," he said, grinning. "Regulus is not that bad." Why the fuck was he defending the man? He didn't even like Regulus Black, and yet he felt it he owed it to Sirius. "No, not yet, but soon, and I do have a broom, and I can ride it really well as you know, but I'm all for trying new things."
He backhanded Oliver's arm. "Proper gentleman would pick him up. What kind of boyfriend are you?"