James stumbled quite gracefully onto the floor by Lily's feet, having had his bum miss the sofa entirely.

"…on my bed!" he exclaimed suddenly to no one in particular, staring into space like a deer caught in headlights, thought Lily. She put away her homework to avoid any… well, anything really. One couldn't be to careful when it came to the Marauders.

"Up you get," she hoisted him up. "Now spill."

He simply stared at her, his mouth forming gargled and unrecognisable words.

"I'm sorry," she told him. "I don't speak Mermish."

Still nothing.

"James," she warned, "If you don't tell me what the hell is wrong with you within the next five minutes…"

He snapped out of his reverie. "Er, moopasnommybed."

What? "Come again?"

James cleared his throat and said in a very small voice, "Moony and Pads are snogging on my bed." he looked around nervously. "They found Ed."

Lily gave him an incredulous look. Go on!

"My teddy bear." He whispered.