RP Gryffindor Common Room

J: Weirdo.

He plopped beside her.

Amy adjusted so he had more room.

A: Look who's talking.

J: Hardy har har.

A: So why are you up, then?

J: You're up so I'm up.

A: Oh, okay.

She turned the page.

J: Ew, books.

A: I bet you secretly love reading.

J: Unless it's about Quidditch, no I do not.

A: Silly. Reading's fun.

She showed him the cover of the book. 

A: You'd like these.

J: I highly doubt that.

Amy hit him with the book gently.

A: So... Remus' scars...?

James sobered.

J: Please don't ask me.

Amy tilted her head, looking concerned.

A: Why not?

J: It isn't my place.

Amy hung her head.

A: I... okay.

James pulled Amy into a hug.

Amy held him very tightly, dropping her book.

J: I wish I could tell you.

A: So do I.

She said, into his shoulder.

J: You get why I can't, right?

She nodded, and pulled away.

A: None of my business.

J: None of mine.

A: Hmm.

She yawned.

J: Thought you weren't tired.