Sirius rolled the quaffle between his hands, staring at the tapestry above his bed. James was talking, but James had been talking for the last five minutes, so it was easy to tune him out. That is, it was easy to tune him out. "What do you think, Sir?" Sirius froze, not sure what to say. He figured that he would answer the same way he had answered the last three times James had asked him what he thought. "I really don't know, James. I don't understand girls at all." James groaned. "Well, lucky you you don't have to." Sirius tossed him the quaffle. "Maybe I should try being gay," James muttered. Sirius laughed out loud. "Fuck no, James. No gay man would ever date you." James sat up in bed. "Excuse me, but I personally think a gay man would be honored to date me." Sirius rolled his eyes, but James didn't notice. James tossed the quaffle back to him. James continued. "So when Lily walked up to me and said, 'Hey James,' what do you think she meant then?"