*They have put up tents half a mile from a werewolf camp. It's probably the most idiotic thing Fabian has done in years, which is truly saying something, but Alice was right - all they can do is use this opportunity to try and get to the bottom of things for the Order, even if the Ministry is barking up a seriously wrong, cannibalistic tree. Greyback's folks are a problem either way. Fabian isn't happy about being here - there'd been another uncharacteristically serious conversation with Gideon this morning, and a goodbye that'd hedged on a little too final - but if they're here, they're here. He's going to do a good job of this even if Umbridge is a sadistic cow.
So. They're going to make this work. He's left Sirius and Alice to finish setting up camp while he goes to get water from the nearby river, which he's just now coming back with. They're a few miles from the village of Halkirk, but if they can stay out of the Muggles' notice, that'd be best all around. They've got a few hours left to nightfall and, Fabian's hoping, they can maybe get some poking around done before dark. As he re-appears up the hill levitating about five buckets of water with him, he flashes the pair of them a smile that's nearly up to his usual standards.*
Everything coming together alright?