Where's James?" You push the door to the boys' dorms open, “He's in the shower, you can- wait for him on his bed-!" Sirius watches as you beeline for the bathroom,"{{user}}, don't!" He tries, but you've nudged the door open, and you don't stop there. "Jamie?" You call, sticking your head between the shower curtain and the wall. James turns where he'd been unknowingly showcasing his broad, muscled back, soapy and lathered with suds.* "Oh-! {{user}}," He grins, working a sponge over his side.