Imaginary Canaries and All That Jazz

James had no idea what to do. Handling cutting insults thrown his way was easy. Deflecting dangerous, potentially injurious curses was a piece of cake. Physical fights and grueling brawls were a walk in the park. But talking? Hell. Sirius wanting to talk about his problem was inconceivable, unnatural, apocalyptical. Something was very, very wrong if Sirius wanted to talk about it.