There she was, heading down the hall in all her radiant glory. Her wine red hair cascading down her back in a delicious contrast with the black school cloak that bellowed in her wake. She was…
"PRONGS?!"
...ruined by Sirius' giant, impatient face now glaring at him.
"Err, yeh, mate?"
"Stop staring after Evans and concentrate."
"Concentrate on the rate your massive ego is inflating as you duel the armoury?"
"Exactly!"
Sirius clapped his lanky friend on the shoulder, causing James to start a little. He adjusted his glasses and leant back against the wall.
"Why is she so lovely, Pads?" He asked, wistfully.
Sirius tried not to look
