"Yeah, I don't know how that'd help. It's like King's Cross in here. I doubt it's hard to find the one Muggle that is currently at St. Mungo's." However, he understood her fears and they were imaginary ones. "I guess they could put security in front of the door, but honestly we're spread thin and the full moon is tomorrow night. If we don't stop those werewolves-" He shook his head, because it really wasn't her problem. She had enough.
James sat down next to her, keeping his feet off the bed. "I'm amazing, that's why. You'll learn soon enough," he said, smiling. "All right, one hour. We'll see if you're right." If not, he'd talk to Nott, and maybe that letter to Voldemort would go out sooner rather than later.