James grinned as he was pulled under Sirius' arm, wriggling away and not even attempting to flatten his hair. Some things were a lost cause, after all.
Perhaps they'd fix the Peter thing one day - he wasn't sure how, but it was possible. He supposed at least they had the luxury of time here, something which had been denyed them back home.
"That would be brilliant." Bouyed by the mention of Quidditch, James stared at Sirius as he held open the door of the Great Hall and followed him in. The ceiling was all blue sky and fluffy clouds above them.
"We should go to the Room next, see if it works. Who have we got? You, me, Harry..." he ticked them off on his fingers. "Savannah, your brother." As much as James hated Regulus, he had to admit he was a decent seeker. "I think both the Weasleys play? Thats more than enough for three a side."