[ If James had found any stability, any at all, he might have conjured up the power to stop swaying. Maybe even been lucky enough to find his footing. But seeing as how any idea of composure evaded him, he was just thanking whatever fates had found him that he hadn’t landed square on his face just yet. Everything seemed dazed, the golden watch Sirius had found, and experimented with, hanging innocently from James’ neck. The only coherent thoughts filing his clutter mind being ‘what the bloody hell.’ He looked around casually, as if winding up in a place that looked like Hogwarts, but lacked small, unspecific details was a common occurrence. He was surrounded by faces, but one's unfamiliar to James. But hell, everyone is a stranger until you start talking... And someone can tell him where in merlin's name the Marauders are. ]