[James, also already in the castle but well-behaved enough to avoid being grounded, joins Sirius on the balustrade in short order and looks down as well, following his friend's gaze.]

Don't know, Pads. Something, something about consent, something.

[He makes a face, and is so distracted in watching the slut-hoard below that he doesn't see the guard sidling up. James yelps, almost going over as well in his effort to catch his friend before he falls, and fixes the guard with a furious look in the moment following.]

What the hell do you think you're--?

[James doesn't get much further than that. The guard, no doubt buoyed by the success of his first sacrifice to the hoard, gives James a hard push over the edge.

He... tries to fight. Honestly, he does, but the feverish hands of a dozen horny sluts isn't something that one lone man can fend off. By the time he stumbles across Sirius again his glasses are askew, his hair is even messier than usual, and he's lost... most of his clothes.]

Oh, thank Merlin, you're still alive.

[Priorities. Never mind the fact that his entire body feels like it's on fire.]