❝ Nonsense! What kind of bird doesn’t want to be seen with a wanker in soggy trousers? ❞ Sirius laughed, watching as Prongs looked out of the water with a odd sort of longing. Shifting himself in the boat, he placed his arm around his best mate’s shoulders. ❝ I will not have you look so upset from having to leave the love of your life. Give a BIG FAT SLOPPY KISS to the squid from me. ❞ With a nudge of his elbow and shoulder, he forced James to go over with a snort from his own lips.
He returns his gaze to his best friend at the INSULT. ❝ Oi, I’m not a WANKER, you ---. ❞ But whatever he was about to throw back is LOST as he goes overboard. James is nothing but FLAILING LIMBS as he sinks into the lake -- slowly filling with the lake water that he can’t help but swallow in his surprise. Lake water and an overwhelming sense of BETRAYAL. To his further surprise, he is enveloped by more than just his feelings as a long tentacle shoots up from the depths, lifting him above the surface not a full minute after he’d taken the dive. He’s spluttering as he chokes on everything he’d drank in, BUT, glasses happily hang ( precarious as they are ) from his ear and he sends a squinty-eyed GLARE at Sirius. The JERK.
