James had been in pain still, when he woke up the next morning, but he knew that he needed to be at Headquarters early. Around the middle of the day, he’d gotten in touch with Lily to make sure that she knew about the Order meeting that evening. He had heard the news as soon as they got there. Two of their people had died, and that wasn’t okay. James had felt bad all day. He had felt like he had failed them by getting hurt.
But Dumbledore had merely told Moody to just tell them all what the next course of action would be. He had been outside smoking a cigarette, when it got closer to time. Smoking was supposed to calm him down. It was not working, today.