James wasn't totally sure why he'd agreed to this. He'd almost turned back and chambered back into the common room on several occasions, but it had felt kind of cowardly and sneaky, so he'd ended up staying. Instesd he stood leaning against the wall, turning his wand over and over in his fingers as he waited.
He didn't enjoy being angry with Pete. It wasn't something that came naturally to James. In an ideal world, he'd forgive him and move on and things would be close to normal again. But if he was totally honest, he also couldn't imagine ever being able to look at Wormtail the same way again.
He kept thinking about the conversation he'd had with Harry a little while ago. What had he said? Something about moving on for his own sake. Easier said than done, James was starting to suspect, but here he was.
It was surprising, then, how little he felt when he saw Peter hurrying towards him. "I'm alright." He straightened up, tucking his wand into his back pocket. "And she's good, thanks. Getting her bearings, you know. You?"
James shrugged, pushing his glasses back up his nose. "I just wanted to double check the position for the map. You know you need to lock these places down at least once if you want to plot them." He glanced over Peter's shoulder, watching a painted old man shuffle into his neighbours frame. "I reckon its on the third floor somewhere today. I did a quick tracking charm in the common room."