"Are you ready?" James called impatiently from behind the laminated hardwood door of your dormitory. "Babe, you gotta hurry," he continued, without awaiting a response — allowing himself to lean against the wall opposite the door, he heaved a long suffering sigh, theatrical as ever with his dramatic displays.

You, him, Sirius and an unfamiliar girl were going on a ‘double-date’; you’d only agreed after James’ relentless persistence. It was likely Sirius had merely bat his lashes towards James, and in the breath following, James concluded he’d do anything — anything — to coerce you into tagging along.

However, he was behaving as though the roles were reversed, what with all the complaints he was spewing. "As if it’s not bad enough you wrestled me into this tie," James groaned, "and forced that nasty goblin piss medicine down me," he added in a pointed tone, "we’ll be losing our reservation, too," there was a thud as he hit his forehead lightly against the doorframe.