Lily :[
James woke up with a start, and he stared down at the drool covered pillow with mild, but confused interest. He blinked quickly and looked over to the clock---holy shit, when had he gone to bed? Or, a nap, it was too early in the evening to have lied down to bed, but he'd just finished some potions at the Order headquarters, and that had been right at noon...the potion had to sit for several hours so he'd come home and...

His eyebrows rose, twisting over in the bed to search for Lily, but she was no where to be found. He must've just come straight to bed and passed out for a good five hours. Bloody hell. Immediately feeling guilty, James tossed the covers off of his body and sat up. He wanted to go and find her and apologize, but now that he'd gained full consciousness, James felt his shoulders sink and he stared out the window, managing to find himself utterly exhausted once again. It had been going on nearly three weeks now; waking up and realizing that Sirius being gone wasn't a dream.

He stared down at his sock covered feet, forcing himself to ignore the wetness of his eyes. It had become harder and harder to keep his composure; no one was even bothering to talk to him, save for Lily and Remus. His natural ways of a leader were causing him to be an absolute dictator to the Order members that didn't hate him (Dearborn and Vance had given him a mouthful when he'd gone off at them--) and James couldn't find it in himself to change. He barely registered the sound of the door opening, and barely flinched as Lily entered his eyesight.