From behind the sofa, Harry heard two voices shushing one another and he let himself laugh. Alice was the first one to jump up, pushing James back down as she did so. She brushed her hand through her hair and reset her curls, rolling her eyes and tutting as her boyfriend shuffled to his own feet. He was still bright red, and she hoped to Merlin that Harry Potter wasn’t feeling particularly observant so he wouldn’t work out what they were doing.