Amycus!
He was not in the fucking mood.
James was antsy, which wasn't good for going into a battle, but his adrenaline was pumping far too hard to stand still. Back and forth he paced, in front of the familiar pizzeria in the center of town square, just---waiting. Waiting. While Remus and Sturgis headed into the fucking Lestranges and hopefully released Sirius. They hadn't been able to step a fucking toe onto the property, and today they get exact details how to bloody break in and out? No, it didn't make any sense to James, but Dumbledore seemed to think it did, and he trusted this anonymous tipper.
If he was here, dealing with fucking death eaters, and they didn't get Sirius out---James was going to have to bring up some bloody issues with his former headmaster.
The shouts and screams knocked him out of his mental rant, and James charged forward, his own invisibility cloak secured around him (no way was he going to trade his trusty cloak for a new one, he'd never gotten caught once while under it). The death eaters started trickling out into the square, and James waste no time in dodging behind the fountain, and shooting around its curves a strong, "Relashio!"
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