James's piece of toast crumbles in his palm, but he doesn't seem to notice, eyes glazed over as they are. It's another couple of beats before he stands with robotic movements and wanders from the Great Hall.
Lily follows him with wide eyes, spoonful of parfait dropping back into the glass with a small splat. "Bloody hell, what was that?"
Peter flushes and prods the yolk of his egg, Sirius guffaws, and Remus enters a staring contest with Dorcas. Both hiss words too quietly for Lily to hear and it seems to be a stalemate until Remus raises one brow and gestures to his Arithmancy textbook with a long, scarred finger.
Dorcas groans and slams her fork and knife on the table. She twists on the bench and pins Lily with her 'serious talk' look. "Lily, darling, dear. James is a teenage boy who fancies girls. More accurately, girl. And even more specifically, my love, you."
Lily's cheeks flame as she shoves her spoon into her yogurt. "What are you on about?"
"Just say it, Meadows," Sirius cuts in, a dangerous gleam in his eye.
"I'm getting to it - didn't see you jumping up," Dorcas shoots back.
"Dorcas, we're all dying," Remus whines.
""Stuff it Lup- "
Peter slams his palms on the table. "Lily, you were making noises while you ate!"
Lily's brow furrows. "James hates my table manners?"
Sirius rolls his eyes and smirks, apparently through with his playtime or at least ready to take pity on the group. "Sex noises, Evans. You were moaning and making little sounds that nearly killed poor ickle Jamesy."
Dorcas snorts. "Honestly, I was hoping it was on purpose - I was a little proud."