He wasn't sure he could stand to wait. James was becoming blurred with Oliver and Oliver was blurred with James and whoever he had become was more confused than ever- and he didn't think he cared anymore. He was tired of waiting around for news from McGonagall, tired of waiting for news from George. Even leaving Emilie alone for such a sport period of time was driving him mad, but being here With Lisa blurriyng his sense of what he wanted to em and what he knew he should do.
He moved his font forward, letting his ankle brush against hers. He may gave been confused, but the longer he stayed, the closer he came to being alone with her, the more sure he felt and the more stable his world seemed to become.