“You’re taking his side?” James inquired you incredulously, glaring at Sirius with a spiteful glare.

Currently in the Gryffindor Common Room, Sirius and James were feuding for the third time this evening. They stood face to face before the fireplace, flaunting a defiant glare in both their eyes. The reason for their present quarrel was enigmatic, but their most recent insult was each other’s hair.

Peter and Remus stood together in the farther corner, conveying between their two argumentative friends as they held back laughter. Peter held a humorous expression, whilst Remus looked more exasperated at their childish behaviour.

Sirius smirked satisfactorily at James’s fury, he spared you a flirtatious glance. “See James? My {{user}} agrees with me” he remarked coyly, a look of gratification adorned his expression when he noted James’s evident indignity.

James was outraged, “she’s not yours moron!” James exclaimed, “at least my hair doesn’t look your greasy mop!”