James turned back to Peter from where he'd been peering at the bellowing troll, his face cracking into another boyish grin at his laughter. It was infectious - or perhaps it was just a delayed rush of adrenaline - but pretty soon James was chuckling too. "I mean," he snorted, "I'm pretty sure the schools seen stupider."
"Okay," James agreed, having swallowed the last of his merriment. "We should ward the corridor though, before he gives some poor sod an aneurism." He was partly thinking of Lily, hoping she didn't wonder why he was taking so long and come up to find him. His wife may argue, but with their recent development, James found himself feeling even more protective than usual.
"Merlin knows," he shrugged, stepping away from the bubble and heading back to Peter's side. "It's almost like I wasn't listening in that class. Here..." He waved his wand and a large, silver stag erupted from the end, landing silently on the stone floor and turning its antlered head towards the two men. "Find Harry," James told it. "There's a troll on the seventh floor, by the splattergroit tapestry. Its contained, but we're going to find Moony."
The patronus inclined it's head slightly, then disappeared down the corridor. James watched it go, his hand in his hair, before turning back to Peter. "You don't have the map on you, do you?"