Well, I'm hardly about to argue with Hogwarts" James agreed. 'It'll probably drop a gargoyle on my head or something." It was a good thought, though. The idea that the three of them were chosen to arrive here made things seem less chaotic. Although if certain other people could also hurry up and show their faces, that would be great.
The Black family breakfast did make him chuckle though. James's resentment of Sirius' blood family was no huge secret - anyone who had seen the way his best friend had arrived on the Potter's doorstep that summer would understand why.
"Eggs? You wouldn't make it past pouring the tea," he scoffed. "Poor house elves would be devastated."
James realised, suddenly, that he'd made a little bald patch in the pitch, and dropped the strands of grass he'd been absently plucking. "How are we doing for time?"