[Of course, James would come across Remus as he's doing this. Just...of course. It only stands to reason that his best mate would be in the vicinity and make an already embarrassing chore even more so. He sits back on his heels, levels an eyeroll at James, and shakes his head.]
Not remotely. These things are so damn finicky. [Remus's brow wrinkles, and he nods toward the thing James is holding over his shoulder.]
I ASSUME YOU MEANT PROMPT B
Not remotely. These things are so damn finicky. [Remus's brow wrinkles, and he nods toward the thing James is holding over his shoulder.]
What's that?