Re: James and Tom Riddle
There was no conscious thought. The moment he saw Riddle, James started to run his way, wand in hand. He stopped midway when he couldn't see him again.
"Bloody fucker!" He wanted Riddle dead, but only after hurting him repeatedly.
He turned around, trying to get his bearing. There were too many people, too many innocents, and he couldn't hurt them, but he needed to get to Riddle. Which way? He looked around hoping to see something.