"Not skipping," Sirius trilled in a feminine, if rather vague voice, and pressed a hand to his chest in mock astonishment. "Not the Head Boy!"

His grin implied his consent if his eagerness hadn't already done so, and he slung a long arm across James' shoulders as if he went gadding about mysterious mansions every day of the week.

"I've still not sorted how you beat out this one for that honor," he added with a jab of his thumb Remus' way.