"Maroon."
"Jasmine."
"Lavender."
"Evergreen."
James and Sirius lay sprawled on their own beds facing one another. James with his head propped up on two hands and Sirius glaring at his best friend over folded arms. Both focusing hard on the other.
"Cream."
"Royal Blue."
James bolted upright and pointed shouting at the top of his lungs. "Already said that! You lose!"
James got up and started dancing on his bed and Sirius glowered at him from his arms.
"Stop dancing, you look like a fairy."