James took the opportunity to wiggle his way back toward the door, backed against the wall with his arms in the air.

It would seem that this poor boy hadn't gotten his coolness shot. He could see the beginnings of an emocoma starting to take its icy grip on him.

Such a shame, really. He had been most helpful.

But, out of the fear that emocomas were contagious, James made a break for it, out of the common room, down the hall, and off to continue his explorations. Thankfully, unscathed.