“I think,” came a voice she had heard many times before, “that I shall retire, temporarily, to the den.” Eyes that had once twinkled with mischief looked up and saw what the no else appeared to. “I have some things to clear up before I leave.” If anyone thought this pronouncement odd they didn’t mention it, just tilted their heads in acknowledgement and continued. Only one other paused and followed the elderly man’s eyes before he too swooped out.
Once the hallway below had emptied she uncurled herself and carefully maneuvered down the creaky steps to the main floor. She was just passing the door to the den when it swung open revealing her old headmaster. “Ah, Miss. Weasley. I had hoped to speak to you. If you’ll come in I can go over what was discussed at the meeting while I finish up a few things.” He looked so much older than she remembered him having been at school. The long war years had taken a toll on everyone but it seemed as if Albus Dumbledore bore the brunt of it all. The man had never particularly looked young but there had been an aura of energy surrounding him that had diminished slightly year by year.
He sat behind a piece of furniture that had lost the right to be called a desk ages before and motioned for her to take the only other chair in the room. It creaked a bit before accepting her weight; nonetheless she chose to sit at attention. The situation made her feel like she had just gotten caught, again, out after hours, again, and was now going to have to explain her conduct, again, to the headmaster.
“Now then,” he smiled briefly before looking down at the parchment laid out on the table. “The ministry has noted an increase in muggle baiting in the north, around Edinburgh, and it is believed that these are merely warnings of attacks to come. The Minister is planning on sending up several Aurours by the end of the week.” He was writing and shifting parchments in front of him as he continued, “we, however, have already sent four members and feel assured that these power outages are not magic related.”
The next two hours similarly were filled with Dumbledore informing her of new information that had been gathered, short-range plans for the Order, and the comments that had been made by the members as the meeting had progressed which Dumbledore did in his best impression of the speaker all the while taking notes and organizing stacks of paper. Guiltily Ginny realized she was only partially listening to the overview, mainly to the comments the other members had made.
Strange though. Why should Dumbledore waste his time rehashing the meeting with her when it would have been just as easy to have Ron tell her? Or maybe the twins because at least then she’d know she was getting all the information and not just what they felt she was old enough to hear. She almost couldn’t help herself from interrupting him. It was only right. He had more important things to do.
“Sir,” he seemed startled, “it really isn’t necessary for you to go over this with me. It’s my own fault for having missed the meeting. Fred and George can tell me all I need to know, I’m sure. I hate to be taking you away from matters that definitely merit more attention than I do.” She was rambling.
“There is really only one more matter that need be mentioned. It has been discovered that there has been a minor upheaval in ranks of Voldemort’s followers.” Dumbledore had stopped rearranging papers as he said this, gauging her reaction. Hesitantly he added that many of the members felt that this was just to be expected. No honor among thieves and other such cliché remarks. Ginny flushed slightly when she realized the same idea had formed in her head. The way the elderly man reiterated their comments lead her to believe that he may not have fully agreed with the pronouncement.
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