Re: log, Hogwarts: Sirius B/James P
[Very still next to the squirmy form of his best mate, James propped his head on the headboard, base of his skull to edge. He played with his thumbs in his lap, but it was idle and thoughtless. Mostly, he was attuned to Sirius and all his strange gestures.
He paused to fix his glasses.] You can't get your bearings?