"I can also walk where there are no Muggles," he answered, sticking his tongue out. He didn't point out that he could have got home to get alcohol if he really wanted it to badly.
"Maybe that place isn't that safe after all," he teased. "I never thought that werewolves had to worry about bear traps." He was kidding, but that didn't mean that he wasn't worried. If the attacks didn't end, people would start taking things into their own hands, and then the people who took the Wolfsbane would be the ones to suffer. "Maybe I'll come and keep you company on the next full moon, what do you think?"
James started to walk, grinning. "We're so parting. Booze and girls-" He stopped and gave Tris a self-deprecating smile. "Maybe not the girls. We can make it a boys night, just us, some good music, a nice bottle or three. You can pass out and not have to worry about kids sneaking out."