"Stop!" Sirius threw an arm across the doorway. "You can't come in, your
 clothes are too bright!"

 "What are you on about?" Peter glanced down at his paisley shirt and
 orange courderoys, which were very much IN at the moment, thanks much.
 "S'my room too, get out of my way!"

 "You'll scare him!" Sirius seemed to be developing a twitch. "Anything
 sudden might set him off again." Sirius lowered his voice conspiratorily.
 "He's plotting revenge, you know."

 Peter tried to weasal past, but in the end there was nothing for it but
 to remove the shirt and pants and sulk in, trying to hide behind Sirius.

 "Why does Peter look like a butler?" James demanded, and Peter wanted to
 know just what James thought butlers did, and then on second thought
 didn't want to know at all. "He's even got the white...oh never mind. So
 this is the plan: Remus, you corner Lily, Sirius, you bring the mandolin,
 and then I will serenade her to within an inch of her life!"

 "Oh good," Remus sighed, "Comedy, action, music, AND death..."