James took a large bite of cheese and tomato tart, settling back on one elbow as he chewed. He'd been expecting to go down to the Great Hall to eat, but it was hard to be upset about this change of plans.
"Hey, I'm a growing boy!" He insisted, but tore his gaze reluctantly from what looked like profiteroles to peer into the basket that had been nudged closer. Finishing up his mouthful, he quickly reached in and pulled out a hunk of fresh bread, before start to looking around for something to put on top of it.
"Day was good," he continued, "Went for a fly with Padfoot. We did some more reconnaisance stuff in training. Some bits are quite similar to the stuff we did with the map, actually." Who knew that so much of the rule breaking he'd done at school would translate into life in the DMLE? Fifteen year old James would have been proud. Or disgusted, he wasn't too sure. Although if they were honest, his teenage self would probably have been too busy cleaning cauldrons or pickling newts in detention to give the thing too much thought.
"How about you?" He asked, finally locating some carefully wrapped cheese. "You're looking charmingly unâmuddy this evening." James grinned at her and wriggled his eyebrows, before silently offering her some bread and cheese.
"Hey, did you see what Peter wrote in the journals? About things appearing?"