James laughed loudly, probably not doing much for their 'sneaking about the forest' plan that Savannah seemed to be hatching. "Thanks, I guess?" It was hard to be offended. He wasn't a proper quidditch player. Maybe he could have been, if he'd practiced more instead of chasing Lily or arsing around with Sirius. If there hadn't been a war on. If, if, if... but things were how they were, and right now, they were pretty bloody brilliant.
"Maybe they'll open up the borders and you'll get poached," he suggested brightly. "Germany or somewhere. They must still have some decent team. Once the castle gets over the billiwig in its knickers, obviously."
"Is it?" James looked around. He supposed it was a bit on the gloomy side. But it was daytime, so it was hard to panic too much. James pushed his glasses up his nose, slowing his pace a little so Savannah fell into step beside him. "It's just the forest," he told her, bracingly. "There's nothing out there. Maybe the odd rabbit, but everything else is loads further in. I can change and get a better idea, if you like?"
Prongs had much better eyes and nose for this kind of thing than James had, but he felt a little reluctant to leave Savannah without someone to talk to. He shrugged, knocking his elbow gently against her arm. "Hey, we'll get this done nice and sharpish and then head back. How well hidden can a creepy old archway be, anyway?"