"James," Remus yelps, far more high-pitched than he'd wanted to be, and heaves and manages to roll them over, crashing across his sitting room floor. His knee hits the floorboards harder than expected but he doesn't care about that, he's on top now and able to sit up enough to get his armpits out of the reach of James' treacherous fingers.

"Stop that immediately, that's what I'm trying to say, you're hideous," he says, still laughing almost too hard to get the words out as he starts grabbing for James' wrists, and if he gets hold of both of them he's pinning them to the damn floor above his hideous friend's head. That'll teach him.