"I don't fucking care where Remus is," James stopped in his mini tantrum to stare dumbly over at Gideon, who was being as equally useless as his missing friend. James had barely noticed the people who were there, let alone Remus, who was always disappearing and holing himself up. Probably managed to lock the damn patronus out of his house, the bloody wanker.
James shook his head in annoyance and turned away again, swiftly kicking a stool away and into a bookshelf, sending the texts tumbling to the ground. He had all this energy, all this adrenaline rushing through him, and wasn't allowed to do a damn thing with it. The second he tried to force his way into the mission, he was pushed away or shoved aside; all worked ceased until he stepped away. Fucking bullshit.
"What are you doing next!" he let out, spinning around once again. He could be bloody nosy, that wasn't putting himself in the line of danger.
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