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Be The Headlights To My Deer"So are you really not nervous, or did you just say that so Sirius wouldn't make fun of you?" Remus asks, raising an eyebrow.
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James makes a strangled noise along the lines of 'nyerg', hands twitching at his sides.
"Okay," Remus makes no further comment, catching James by the wrist as his hand shoots upwards. "Leave your hair alone. It's fine, and she hates it when you keep playing with it."
"Nyerg," says James again, and then, "I can't help it, it's too deeply ingrained within me. As though a magnetic attractive exists between my hair and hand."
Remus fights very hard not to snort, because snorting is very much an uncivilized action. Instead he does James' tie, as the dark haired boy's hands are shaking too furiously to even attempt it.
"I still think this is going too far."
"Moony! This is my one chance. This could be the only date Evans ever willingly goes on with me-"
"It worries me that you added 'willingly' in there."
"-I want to be classy for it." His hand moves faster this time,