James / Madison
James was on the quidditch pitch when the text message came through to his phone. Flying didn't quite beat the heat, but it prolonged the time when he had to suffer it, so he was spending a lot of time on his broom.
The text was confusing. James wasn't sure what the "Sin City" was, though he thought maybe it was an American Muggle thing. And he definitely didn't want to be square, so he landed to head to the Doors. Hopefully something could be done to alleviate some of the hot and sticky he'd been feeling lately.
When he headed through the door it was still hot and sticky, but it felt different. There was something akin to electricity in the air--something exciting, something buzzing. James broke into a smile and started off down the street, keen for this adventure. He should text Sirius, he thought, so he pulled out his phone to do so, and wasn't watching where he was going.