James could feel the surging power of luck move from the vile to the goblet as he poured the glistening fluid into his daily cup of pumpkin juice. He didn't sip it with his breakfast, as he would've usually, but, instead, he gulped it in a few seconds as his fellow marauders looked on with a mix of anticipation and only the slightest hint of worry.
"Perhaps, because, for once, we know this plan is foolproof, you shouldn't ask her with such…vulgarity." Suggested the most worried of the group, Remus Lupin.
"You know," Said Sirius, "I was thinking the same thing."
The rest of the group looked at him as if he had been hit by a freight train.
"I'm simply suggesting you be a bit…courteous is all." He quickly amended. This did not ease the rest of the group from their overall sense of worry.
"Has someone abducted Padfoot?" Peter whispered to Remus with genuine worry in his voice.
"Is it all that surprising that I care a bit about the ginge after all this time?" After a scowl from James and a warning look from Remus, he quickly added, "In a completely platonic manner of course! I just think that we should treat her with a bit more respect. She's certainly earned it, not having killed 'im yet."
With nods all around, James stood up, composed himself, and started to walk towards the other end of the Gryffindor table.
