When James failed to answer Sirius stared at him, "Your James Potter. Do you hear me? James 'I'm better than everyone' Potter! You don't get embarrassed! You make other people embarrassed!"

“I can tell.” Sirius replied, nodding to James’ arms. 

James’ arms slithered quickly away and Neely took a step back. 

With his hand on the doorknob, James turned and sent the professor a quick smile before slipping out of the room with his hand still clamped around Neely’s tightly.

“She’s just another fan girl of James.” Trish replied simply as she chewed on a piece of chicken.
 
“Like you two?” Lily asked as she laid her fork down.

“She thinks you hate her.” Lily said as she leaned her head back against the cushions and massaged her aching head.

“Hate her?” James asked his voice barely above a whisper.

A blush rose to Sirius' face and a faint one to hers. "Oh don't worry sweets. All the girls think that."

"I bet none of them think the things I'm thinking right now." Neely said her voice low as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Oh but they were.” Gem reflected, her eyes shining. “He was touching her face so tenderly and laughing.” She paused and slid onto the seat beside the raven-haired girl. “They’re bodies were pressed together as if they would die if they were separated. They were definitely making out.

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Thanks for that. But if you want me to stay here, you have to stop going to your mother’s tea parties.”

 James paled, “Is it that obvious?”

James stared after her fondly, his mind replaying how amazing it felt when she had whispered in his ear.