"— did you get that, Prongs?" asks a very reluctant Remus from his side of the mirror.

"Perfect. Thanks, Moony."

"D'you hear that, Pad —"

Sirius and the Fourth Year appear to be in a deep conversation in the other seat across from James (and Peter).

A very ... intimate one.

James sighs.

"All right, Wormy," he says. "I suppose it's just you and me, mate."

"I won't let you down, Prongs! Anything at all, I'll get it done! Perfect-like!"

"D'you see those cherubs?"

"The ah — fat babies? Yes."

"Right. Here's what we're going to do ..."