James | Remus
Perhaps he'd been out of the fight for longer than he realised. Or perhaps it was more to do with everything that had happened over the last few weeks. All he knew was the second that rumble had rocked through the hall, James' head had been full of doors crashing open, hooded figures and flashes of light. He'd frozen, halfway through picking at plate of food, his heart thundering frantically in his chest.
He was almost glad when Remus suddenly arrived at his side, grasping his arm. The sudden physical contact was like an electric shock, sending energy and magic burning through his veins and fizzing under his skin. Sparked back into action, James whirled to face his friend, nodding his agreement at the urgent direction.
They arrived at the barrier seconds later, stepping out of nothing and hurrying to join the group. James ran his gaze over the magic wavering in mid-air, shuddering under the weight of the attack. It wasn't anything he recognised, and James had developed a pretty comprehensive knowledge of wards over the last year. A psychopath hunting down your family tended to do that.
"Any ideas?" He shot across to Remus. James squatted down for a second, scanning for any runes which might have been etched into the earth.