James strode across the pitch beside Sirius, glancing across at where the sun was dropping closer towards the horizon. "Yeah," he agreed. "You know we can't resist a good evening stroll."
James was slightly better than Sirius at the whole 'sitting quietly' thing. Although he found his thoughts drifted to unpleasant territories when he was alone. But he'd found a Quidditch almanac, which had kept his brain busy for a good couple of hours. Then he'd had a quick kip ready for tonight, been woken by Sirius jumping on his head, and here they were.
"Anyway, I didn't want you to miss out on hearing about Padfoot's date," he added, smirking as he glanced across at Remus, trying not to show concern over his pale face and tense shoulders.