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[Yes. Yes, it was.
James chucked his apple at the back of Sirius' (very fine) head.] Minerva, don't listen to the lies he tells you, just because he tightens your bolts. [He neared boy and bike, and leaned against the wall of the occupied stall.] Are you nearly done with your sulking? I'm getting peckish. Of course—[He sat down and retrieved his fallen, bruised apple. He cleaned it off with a simple charm. He took another bite. He spoke around the apple, as manners were for people who weren't only children with coddling parents.]—If you want to talk more, I'm happy to listen. Though I will warn you, my mouth might open.