James broke into a run, following Sirius' example. The going was jarringly quick, occasionally accelerated by his feet sliding over the damp ground. What he wouldn't trade for a proper broom. When familiar nips neared his heels, he gave a moment's pause to transform before leaping out ahead of Padfoot again. It was ridiculous, how much faster he was like this, how much stronger his legs felt. As they approached the shed, his gait shortened and he turned his nose to the breeze. Something about the place just smelled a little odd. Thoughts in this state were simpler, and this was certainly the time for cleverness. Transforming back always felt like the opposite of a stretch and a yawn.
The nearby house was dark, but James was still slow an cautious approaching the door to the shed. With a wizarding house, one never knew what kind of wards there might be to encounter, but his spell for detection revealed nothing. That seemed a little odd. But then, these were safer times, he supposed. Grinning, he looked around again. Content that no eyes were watching, he eased the door to the shed open.
Graciously giving a bow, James allowed Sirius the honor of entering first. It was, after all, his bike they were there to claim. It was only proper he get the first look at it again.