It had gone well, James thought. Or as well aa it could have gone. The wolf had started out unsettled, agitated almost - James wondered if it was angry that they'd been away for however long. There were certainly some tense moments, but eventually it settled down and it could almost have been three years ago. Of course, the pitch wasn't the most exciting place to spend a few hours, but it has worked well and kept things manageable until the sky had started to lighten.
James watched the transformation from a distance, standing so close to Sirius that their shoulders were pressed together. He hated this part, the painful cracks and screaming. There was more than one occasion where he had to look away. But then Remus was back, curled in the grass, and he and Sirius were sprinting back towards him.
They skidded to a halt beside the prone figure, and James pulled his wand to summon Remus' things as Sirius ducked down to their friend. He was already turning back as the bags flew towards them, the clothes joined by Sirius, other supplies as they sailed in from the stands.
James nodded, giving Remus' exhausted body a quick glance over as he squatted down on his other side. Nothing seemed too broken, which was a relief. There had been times when the transformation hadn't gone so smoothly.
"You're okay, mate," he told Moony, grabbing the worn old jumper from the pile and easing a gentle arm around his shoulders, helping guide him into a slightly more comfortable position. James glanced across at Sirius, shooting him a concerned look. "Let us know if anything needs healing up, okay?"