Everyone was bloody brilliantly coloured, if he said so himself. The students that were starting to head down for dinner started screaming and stuttering about the new shade that their skin and robes took on, a few laughing knowingly at who would've pulled this off, yet most looked indignant. Loud chattering was coming from the Great Hall, too, where Professors were noting the colour changes and were trying to contain some of the students' reactions.
Everything overall was going smashingly. James snuck off with his cloak still firmly in place, muffling his laughter as best as he could with a tight hand to his mouth. He felt dizzy with the withheld laughter, forcing his back into a wall and bursting out with sniggers as soon as he looked down and saw his own amazing shade of burgundy and gold. If he were to look in a mirror, his burgundy and gold striped face would look back at him through twinkling eyes. Even his specs had been tinged in the colours. Bloody brilliant!
As soon as he came upon the Fat Lady with his cloaked tucked protectively beneath his arm, he grinned at her as she shook her head, giving her the password that they'd agreed upon. She cradled a conspicuous looking barrel to her side as she swung open. James burst through to the common room and let himself really laugh out loud, rolling on the floor as he tried to suck in big, gulping breaths.