"Oi you lot, I was trying to write love prose to Lily for Valentine's Day, but now I can't concentrate with all of this racket." Grinning at his mates, he flung open his curtains and dropped the half-written bit of parchment, leaving it till later. He proceeded to drop trou and rummage through his trunk, completely starkers and unashamed. James was always on the point of nearly too comfortable around his mates, so that this would have been typical morning behaviour.
"Sodding trunk — can't find bollocks in this —" He continued to curse as he rummaged, eventually finding a wrinkled dress shirt and tossing it over his head. As he heard Pete's words, he stopped mid-dressing and turned to face Remus.
"Shit, is it? Y'know I'm bloody awful with dates... er, d'you feel okay?" James had finally noticed Remus's stiffness and colouring, and while Sirius's action hadn't gotten past his attention, he chose to be silent on his mate's obvious concern. Absent-mindedly smiling to himself, he then shook off the stray thought and reached for his glasses by the window sill. Finally the world was no longer a blur.