Of course, James disagreed. Sure, he had been kind of really cruel to Snape, but it wasn't as if Snape hadn't been asking for it. And sure, he'd sat in detention for three weeks straight without learning his lesson, but that didn't mean he should be suspended from Quidditch. And it wasn't like Snape had really needed the use of his legs, so James was just doing him a favour.
"You're grinding again," Remus said lightly.
James looked at him. He'd almost forgotten Remus was there, he'd been so busy concentrating on the game he wasn't participating in, and glaring at Sirius out on the pitch. James immediately felt guilty.
"What?" he said.
"Your teeth," said Remus. His smile was hidden behind his scarf, but James could hear it in his voice. "You're grinding your teeth again."
"Oh, lay off," said James.
Remus shrugged, and went back to watching the game. Gryffindor was down 260 to 120, and it was almost painful for James to watch. Not that he thought that the side was crap without him, but the side was crap without him. He let out a long breath.
"This is lame," he said,
Remus made a noncommittal sort of noise.
"They can't even find the hoops," James said. "What is this? We never lose like this."
"That's because you're usually playing," said Peter, from the other side of Remus.
"Thanks," said James. "I hadn't noticed."
Remus looked at him. "There's no need to get mad about it. It's your own bloody fault."
"Thanks," James repeated.
"The point," said Remus, "is that maybe now at least you'll realise that sometimes hexing Snape really isn't worth it."
"Doubtful," said James, and Remus sighed, exasperatedly, but still slipped his hand into James's. It was cold, but James squeezed back. It would warm up, and James would play next match, and it really wasn't so bad as all that.