All of a sudden, James was breathtakingly grateful for Sirius. He loved Remus, but he was so bloody reasonable sometimes. Which was a good thing, mostly. But now and again James just wanted someone to be angry with him. For him. Reasonable could come later.
"No bloody idea," he replied, his tone matching his friends. "He just kept saying there wouldn't have been a way. He asked me what we would have done, like I make the plans!" James was much more of an action sort of person - it was partly why he'd found going into hiding so hard. But he was more than happy to admit there were much smarter people than him in their corner. Lily's whole family were muggles, after all, and they'd trusted the Order to protect them.
Why didn't he turn the bloody secret keeper job.
That was it, wasn't it? It wasn't like You Know Who would have been suspicious if they'd used Sirius or Dumbledore. James wondered how hard Peter had fought the issue when they got round to suggesting it. Had he jumped at the chance, seen it as his ticket out of the mess he'd got himself in?
"I dunno," James shrugged. "He screwed us all over pretty badly. At least I won't know about it." At least, not for very long. At any rate, he wasn't sure Sirius' fate was any better than his own. The idea of him locked away in the dark and the cold... it was too terrible to dwell on, and he did his best to force it away.
"I want to forgive him. I'd love to say 'well, he hasn't done it yet' and go back to the way things were." James frowned across at Sirius. They were approaching the doors to the Great Hall now. "To be honest, right now I don't think I can even look at him. How can I be friends with someone who makes me think of that whenever he opens his mouth?"
"Come on," he reached up to scrub Sirius' now chaotic hair, although it somehow ended up suiting him. Bloody typical. "There must be something more cheerful to talk about."