Re: log, Hogsmeade: Victoire W/Sirius B/some James P & Teddy R
The second bump on the head was entirely unnecessary on top of being terrible service, and James pushed the pot away brusquely, spout between his fingers, but not until it had poured him his tea. He made sure to shove at it as it tried, oh so carefully, to pour Sirius' tea, and laughed when it spilled a hot trail of liquid over the corpse of the folded napkin. It retaliated by spitting some tea at him, but by then he was hearing the name 'Lily' and he was beyond caring about the tea dripping down his glasses.
With a careless flick of his wand, they were dry, and, not to disappoint, French Weasley, but he didn't have to do much extrapolating. It was as if his every dream was confirmed and affirmed, and James smiled, extremely pleased with himself. He looked at Sirius as if to say see? I told you. He leaned back in his chair to tucked his hands behind his head just as a blur on the outer field of his vision drew nearer, very pointedly.
James was just as happy as Sirius to see his friend. They'd not seen each other since the end of the school year, and that was quite some time for the Gryffindor boys of their year. He'd missed the prickly little git muchly. James shifted a touch to allow for space for Remus, but tipped against him as easily as he had Sirius, elbow hooking over small shoulder, head cocked to the side in wild black.
"Sirius is in love with him, so I'd watch out. I'm just happy to see proof you get laid eventually." He beamed.