James was thinking what to do about a girl when a fifth year came up to him and watched him until he turned to look at her. Her hair was red and her coat an awkward shade of blue. He winced and looked away.
"Can I help you?"
"You're going to Hogsmeade? That's great, I needed to get there anyway. Let's go." She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him after her.
"Whoa," he said, slowing her down. "What are we doing?"
She was practically examining him through thick lenses. "I'm out of Firewhiskey. Come on."