Find Your Chill, Love.

James hurls a pillow from across the room at Sirius, who has been sat in front of the mirror, occasionally narrating, for the past 30 minutes.

James: Sirius, could you maybe chill? For like, two seconds?

James gives Sirius an affronted look, putting a hand over his chest in mock-offense over their outburst.

James: Evidently not, then.

Sirius: Well. I’m not wrong. Obviously. But, you know, knee jerk response and everything. May have been a bit uncalled for. It’s just… *turns back to the mirror*

James: *shaking his head is disbelief* … My god.

Sirius: *has already stopped listening*