James stared at Peter for a moment, the wheels in his head turning in a way that was almost visible. He was right. This castle had always been a beacon for all things completely mental. As much as he wanted to hope that the troll had simply wandered in from Hogsmeade for a delicious snack, it didn't seem particularly plausible. He frowned, his wand twirling at his side. "Godric, I hope not," he finally said. "What about all the stuff that came after us? Harry basically had a fresh dark creature every year."
With a snort of laughter, James wandered a little way down the hall to set some wards, trusting Peter to do the same at his end. It was strange, how quickly they'd suddenly fallen back into old ways. James was vaguely aware that if he thought about it too much, he'd probably ruin it. So he didn't, because if he was honest with himself, he was quite enjoying having Wormtail next to him again. Even if it was just for half an hour of troll-based mayhem.
"I'm listening," James insisted, shaking his thoughts away and heading back with a skewed smile. Beyond the still-complaining troll, his wards hung in the air for a second before fading. "I listen to every word. Diligently. But you know how it gets. Sometimes things escalate."
"That whole bloody thing is weird," James muttered, finally stowing his wand back in his pocket. Peter, like many people, knew James' opinions on Regulus Black. As much as he tried to maintain the 'indifferent' promise he'd made to Moony, there was still a rather large part of James who would quite enjoy a chance to hex the younger Black all kinds of interesting colours.