James allowed Sirius to rest his head against his for a moment. It was reassuring, somehow, Sirius' constant need for physical contact. Maybe they'd just spent way too much time together, but he never really thought about it these days. He didn't know what he'd do here without him, if he was honest.
"Nothing much different," he replied. They hadn't really spoken about it properly. By the time Remus and Sirius had found him that evening, James had doing some rather aggressive target practice using a badly transfigured quaffle and an angry portrait of some dancing trolls. Two things which weren't really conductive to meaningful conversation.
"He's been doing it the last six months. Apparently Bellatrix came to him after Remus' parents, made all sort of threats, made his Gran walk in front of a bus... all her usual wholesome stuff. So he started there and it sounds like it snowballed."
It still didn't sound right. He would never have thought Peter would do that. If he was brutally honest with himself, he couldn't imagine him having the nerve. "They hadn't got wind of the charm yet, so he hasn't got that far. But he made it pretty clear that he knows he's going to tell."