Sirius had a lollipop hanging out of his mouth as he wandered down the hall quickly, seeing if he could find Riley and Evans before James did. He had seen his best mate barreling out of the Hogs Head and checked there first, to see if evans was there and what she might have done, but she hadn't been there, so he figured James had been stood up. And if that was the case... with how excited the boy had been... well, there was no wondering at how angry he would be. Now, Sirius had only seen James actually seriously angry two times in his life. The first when they were twelve and some Slytherin decided that tricking his sister into stealing Evans's clothes while she tried to clean herself up after an explosion in potions class was a good idea. James had just about beat the kid to a pulp before Sirius could pull him off of him. The second time was when Sirius showed up at his door over winter break a couple years ago.. his mother hadn't been very pleased with him and let's just say he wasn't a very pretty sight to behold. James was furious, but there was nothing he could do about it.
It was a relief then, when Sirius saw that familiar head of brown hair, but also, it twisted his stomach because there wasn't a red head beside her. "Riley!" He sprinted the rest of the way down the hall to where she was walking and grabbed her by the shoulder, tugging her around. "Riley, where's Evans? She didn't meet up with James... and he's pissed by the looks of it... if he finds her, the entire school's going to hear him yelling... why didn't she show? I thought you said she was actually excited, for sure?" He stared down at her, noting that her face was not happy at all... and it wasn't because that was how she normally looked, this was more than that unhappy. He blinked, not liking seeing her like that. "Something happened..." It wasn't a question. He knew it, just looking at her, he knew it. He tugged her to him, his arms holding her very tightly to his chest, resting his head on top of her's and keeping her close, needing her to smile.... to say no, he was wrong and that everything was just ducky.
Lily looked down at James, her face and the tips of her hair soaking wet with her own tears. Her hair stuck to her face as she shook, from fear and grief. She was curled up in a sitting up ball, her arms around her stomach, knees bent, looking very much like she just wanted to be held now... she had had time to scream and cry and kick things and be very angry at the world, but that wasn't Lily. She could only do that for so long before she needed someone to take her into their arms and keep her tight, to hear someone else's heart beat and calm her. When she had seen James she had almost bolted to him, but then she'd seen his anger, and he's started yelling.
When James was yelling, she tried to muster up something to say, tried to interrupt him as she'd always been so good at doing. Even when he finished yelling however, she just hiccuped, eyes wide, staring at him, wet and fearful and so, so very sad. She looked like a lost child, only bigger. Hiccupping again, she opened her mouth, and no sound came out, just a strange gurgle, and then no more than air, as though her voice was lost to her. She stared at him... and burst into a fresh set of tears. She flung herself off the windowsill to the floor, landing in an almost cat like manner, and bolting up the girls stairs in tears, her own terror of him bluntly on her face, knowing he couldn't follow her up to the dorm because the stairs wouldn't allow it.