"Oy, if dreaming about fucking is the only thing they do, then it's one sad life," he answered, laughing. "They can keep the dreaming as long as we do it." He kissed Sirius. "Often." He kissed him again. "Repeatedly."
James grinned when Sirius talked about the common rooms. "Since we aren't fifteen and being expelled is hardly a concern, we can send it to friends and family."
He snorted in Regulus. "I understand perfectly that you're both stuck up and it has nothing to do with when you grew up or Sirius would be like you, I wouldn't have seen my grandparents fuck against a wall of my house during a party, and McKinon wouldn't have just informed the entire division that she's single and free to fuck by yelling it to the entire room. So most definitely not the era; it's just you."
James smiled at Remus. "You tell him. I showed a great deal of self-restraint. I waited a full five minutes before picking them up." He looked around and no one was giving a sign of moving even though they promised him alcohol. Taking things into his own hands, he called Dolan and asked for a bottle and four glasses. When they appeared, he grinned. "Time to drink."