Merlin, he hated that bloody painting. There had to be a way to get if off the wall - even if it meant tearing the wall down.
Sirius' sudden and excited arrival didn't seem entirely out of place. It made him nervous, not knowing what was going on. Still, he kept his distance from the couch. His natural impulse was to hover and tinker, but that was likely to only get in the way.
"New neighbor's a witch after all," he replied, nodding his head in her direction. "We were coming in and she was like that, on the doorstep. Did you guys hear anything, did something happen?"
It wasn't as though James suspect either Sirius or Remus had put her in that state, or if they had then she bloody well must have done something monumental to deserve it. Not that James could think of anything that would fit that bill. Unless she was a Death Eater, but they'd all been rounded up, hadn't they? But that line of paranoia was a little ridiculous and James knew it. It was infinitely more likely that something had happened in the street. Though why she'd be in front of their house instead of her own didn't make much sense either.