"I prefer to think of it as cleverly cruel," James snapped back. His tone was tempered by the grin pulling at the corner of his mouth and he tipped back the rest of his glass, resisting the urge to wince at just how terrible the whiskey was.

"You would think since now I'm of age, I would be able to find something better than this rotgut. Oh well. A drink's a drink." It was actually somewhat relaxing to be here in the hotel and not back home; the hotel seemed shielded from the turmoil of Wizarding Britain.

"Seen Moony around or is it just us today?"