The paper fluttered upwards towards the ceiling of the kitchen, batting against it a few times before swooping down to the table. Sirius' eyes moved downward at roughly the same time as James' glance. James and Sirius had always managed to horrify their Professors with minds that made "Black and Potter, you will be quiet in my lesson" quite redundant. Not being able to chatter was frustrating, but Sirius felt that one look from James held more meaning than a full speech from most.
He looked back, the Plan arriving pre-formed in his mind, "people could always do with being reminded about phoenixes, Prongs."
Sirius ran a hand through his hair and grinned down at the bike engine. It had been far too long since there'd been a Plan. He put down his wand and turned so that he was properly facing James. "We're going to need the cloak for this one," he said, luxuriating in those words.