"And you're not much of a weasel face. You're bleeding handsome, you are." James grinned and then picked up some pie off the table and ate that too. Then he remembered his manners and turned in his seat, whispering to the half blood. "Want some pie? It's barely been on us so it's pretty clean."

"No."

"Okay." James gave him a thumbs up and then tried to lean in closer. "Hope we didn't get you with the--"

"Potter, please shut up."

Nodding at the prefect, he pretended to lock his mouth with a key and winked, looking at Sirius playfully. He never was good at sitting still and being quiet.