As he waited for her, James began to pace. He only paced when he was nervous. But what on earth was he nervous? It was only Lily! Lily was his friend. Lily was Head Girl. Lily had gone out for a fag with him.
Lily had fought death eaters with him.
Maybe he was thinking too much on it, but since the attack, he and Lily hadn't really talked much about it. He was sure she was alright, (at least, he hadn't heard tell of there being anything wrong)
He was facing away from the stairs, running a hand through his hair.