James' POV
That morning had started out as any other, typical Monday morning.
James awoke early, dressed for his solo Quidditch practice and slipped out the dormitory door, careful not to disturb his sleeping friends. He'd spent an hour that morning by himself on the pitch, timing himself as he flew from one end of the field to the other, panting when he reached the end and smiling as he set a new record.
When the winter sun began to rise, James gathered his things and rushed back to the dormitory, the wind stinging his skin in a way that washed away any tiredness he'd felt previously. He opened the door and grinned when he spotted Remus throwing his cloak on and humming peacefully to himself.
"Morning, Moony!" he exclaimed, setting his broom down near the door.
Remus practically jumped at his words and turned to meet James' gaze, releasing a short breath. "Morning. How was the pitch?"
The hardwood floor creaked under James' feet as he made his way towards the bathroom and leaned against the closed door. From the muffled singing on the other side, he could tell Sirius had just emerged from the shower.
"Amazing as usual. Padfoot's really taking his time, huh?"
Remus' eyes slid to the bathroom and his cheeks reddened. "Yeah, uh, suppose he is."
It was then that James spotted Remus' wet hair and chuckled. Remus never showered in the morning, which meant he and Padfoot had been...
"Don't," Remus pointed at him and James raised his hands in innocence.
"Hey, I don't mind. As long as I'm not here when it happens."
"Yeah, well consider yourself lucky!" Peter's voice rang through the room and it was James' turn to jump in surprise. He'd been underneath his comforter, his hair now disheveled as he removed it from overtop him. "Next time, use a silencing charm."
Remus winced just as the bathroom door opened and James had to grab the doorway to keep from toppling right into a shirtless Sirius Black.
"Prongs! Get some good exercise?" Sirius sauntered towards his bed, the towel he had tightly wrapped around his waist swaying as he moved.
"Not as much as you, I'd say," James winked at Remus, whose face was now bright red. His eyes traveled to Sirius, who approached Remus with a smile and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"I'd say you're correct," Sirius' smile widened as he left Remus' side and grabbed his robes from underneath his bed. James had to hold back his laugh at Remus' appalled expression and focused gaze on Sirius' waist.
"Can you please stop!" Peter begged from his bed as he threw the quilt back over his head.