"I'll kill him," James said, jaw clenched.
"Ease up, mate," Sirius said, lazily, "Look at him; there's no version of this story where Snivellus gets the girl. You need to get your mind off it, off them. And you know the best way to do that?"
He elbowed James, whose attention was rapt on two heads bent low over a book; one red, one black: a pair of Aces with Gambler's odds. Sirius and Remus exchanged an eyeroll, shared a sigh.
"Marauding!" Peter spoke up. By the time he knew he was alone, he had already gone too far.