Re: log, Hogsmeade: Victoire W/Sirius B/some James P
James was laughing too because Sirius looked mental cackling by his lonesome as he tried to lean so nonchalantly against Madam Puddifoot's. But he'd cast a silencing charm after hacking on smoke, and at least no one could hear him now. The cigarette lolled into the dirt underfoot, stamped out, as Sirius' elbow found James' ribs and the other boy swore loudly (unheard) beneath the silky fabric of the cloak.
He turned to look, and then he had to blink, rub his eyes, clean his glasses on the front of his robes, and look again. Because not only was she exceedingly fit, something else about her hooked his attention irretrievably—and apparently, every other man's on the block.—And then she drew her wand. James had his out already and a hex on his lips, and he moved, unseen of course, between the girl and Sirius.
Finite Incantatem.
She cancelled the cloak's soundproofing charm. James bit his lip, but didn't move from where he stood. She didn't look entirely mad, but that? That was a mad sort of move. What in Merlin's name?