The door suddenly banged open. "What are you doing still in here?" James said in exasperation. "The wedding's about to start and - oh."

"Hello, James," Sirius said cheerily, standing up and wiping his mouth on the back of one hand, while Remus, mortified, yanked up his trousers. "Remus was just tying my tie for me."

James snorted. "Is that what you call it these days? Well," he warned, "if you don't button up and get in there right bloody now, I'll let Lily know exactly why we're running late, and who to blame for it." He smiled sweetly at Sirius' horrorstruck expression and let himself out.

Remus buried his burning face into the hollow of Sirius' throat. "I thought you said that door was locked!" he hissed.

Sirius had the good sense to look properly abashed. "I thought it was," he said apologetically.

Remus sighed, then straightened up. "Look at you," he chided. "I've got to do that bloody tie again."

"Re, it's worse than that bloody collar you bought me!"