Exams, right. He'd known that was what she was doing, he just hadn't really known how else to continue the conversation. But Lily took the question out of his hands by plunging straight to the point.
James rather wanted to say 'get what over with?' but had a feeling that wouldn't go over well. Turning, he set his back against the wardrobe and folded his arms across his chest, expression blank. What could he say? They'd basically agreed to disagree on this subject ages ago.
"I don't like it," he said finally. "I don't know what else to say. He's an arse. He treated you like filth in school, he treated Harry like filth. Even worse than that, he's a murderer, Lils. I can't see how you can possibly want to be his friend."