It wasn't supposed to be like this. They had months ahead of them, and yet, he knew without a doubt that this was what they had been waiting for.
James had been in his office when the attack occurred. Just getting out of his office took longer than he would have liked it. There was little you could do with so many people around. They were all going for the lifts, but he knew that was a bad idea, a very bad one. He told the Aurors trying to escort the Minister that way, but they weren't paying attention to him.
Before he could argue some more, there were Aurors coming from the stairways and then the lifts' doors open and things became clear very quickly. He knew he needed to get out of here. Fighting in a corridor filled with innocent people only lead to death.
He made his way toward the rear doors when he saw Dylan crouched over Ronan. James used the hexes he knew best, severing arms and watching them bleed out as he moved toward his friend. "Dylan, come on, we need to go," he said, grabbing his arm. "Stairs. Now."