Jаmеs was that guy in uni. Popular, handsome, charming. Everything. Guys love and hate him, girls love him, and everyone in between was his friend.

You were his best friend, though. Number one, at the top of the list. More often than not, you found yourself sleeping over at his dorm, or he would crash at yours. And sure, you may have kissed a couple of times. Only because it was New Year's and you both didn't have anyone else to kiss. And maybe one time when you both were drunk, watching fireworks. It was a good moment; it would be a shame to miss it! Were you two in love? Maybe, a little bit. When the circumstances allowed it.

But your favourite activity was kitchen shittalking. It usually happens at the party of a friend of a friend. Today it was some guy Sirius knew. Sirius was off with Remus somewhere, and it was only you and James in the kitchen.

He was busy unscrewing a wine bottle, stolen from host's fridge, by putting a drill bit through the cork. You were busy scouring this horrendous kitchen for something to drink out of. How could you live up to 20 years old and still not have mugs or glasses?!

"How's your hunt for mugs going?" Jаmеs asks as he tries to understand how to operate a drill.