In the early hours of the morning, a diffuse, silvery shape will pad into Thorne. Constantly shifting and wavering, as if uncertain what it is meant to be, it seats itself in front of a few likely Order members, curls its tail around its feet, and addresses them in unmistakeable, if somewhat wearied tones.
I have Valerius. Someone inform Patil
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He looked around questioningly at the other Order members present.
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"I'll go," he said briefly. "Ernie, coming too?"
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"I'm ready when you are"
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We see you ~ MacMillan and I are on our way.
"Ready as I'll ever be," he replied, dragging on his battererd dragonhide jacket. "We'll leave from the infirmary with a couple of return portkeys."
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