"Could," James said, weighing that for a moment before agreeing with a quick jerk of his chin. A pub had to be more fun than a garden party that could have been thrown by his dearly departed parents and Sirius was just the kind of trouble that James needed to fall into today. He needed something to take his mind off troubles back home.

"Here's hoping the Muggle liquor is better than my firewhiskey. Then again, even something brewed in Snape's cauldron would probably taste better than this, grease and all."