"Doxies are bastards," James agreed cheerfully. "Anyway, we won't know what's in there until we go, right?" It was hard for him to be worried about the forest. He was pretty sure he had spent seven years sharing a dormitory with one of the 'scariest' things in there. Anyway, even imminent mauling wasn't about to put a dampener on his mood today.
He laughed. "Can't blame you for that." Quidditch had been a frequent distraction for him at school as well, and he hasn't been in nearly the same league as Savannah. If he had been he probably would have slept on the pitch. "Sounds like it worked out pretty well for you, anyway."
James waved an arm grandly, leading her away from the treeline and further into the forest. It was muggy in here, with the sunshine fighting hard to break through the canopy overhead. James noticed Savannah had drawn her wand, and did the same, twirling it between his fingers as he stepped over a large bundle if ferns.
"That's not a bad thing, though," he said, glancing back with a shrug. "That was the whole point of it, really. So you wouldn't have to."