Order Only: Any News?

[alt_sirius]

Any further word, any of you? How has the Ministry been today, Bill? Charlie, have the dragons settled down?

If something large is occupying their attention, maybe we could turn that our to advantage somehow. Could we stage another large breakout like Derby? Maybe get Davidson and Turner into position somewhere in the south?

Or ... has anyone checked the wards? Frank, fancy a sail? I'm sure we'd have known if suddenly the country became accessible to the outside but if the anti-muggle charms weren't affected then perhaps no one's noticed.

But there must be something we can do.

Comments

[alt_lupin]

I think getting people into position is a good thought. And checking on the wards.

[alt_alice]

We know so very little right now, which is maddening. Distressed dragons, cancelled meetings, and a painful Dark Mark don't give us much to go on. Whatever it is, however, it might be prudent to quickly look into some options while everyone seems otherwise occupied.

I agree that it's worth looking into the wards. I'll have Victor and Frank take out the Hopeful to check on them and see whether they're stable or not. Sirius, if you wish to go with, you certainly could -- you're just as familiar with them as anybody.

If the wards are down, a large breakout might be in our interests. If not, though, keeping all those bodies fed and safe is a rather daunting undertaking, and our resources at both Moddey and Sherwood are not capable of handling a large influx of people.

[alt_nymphadora]

Sorry. Just getting home now. I got held beyond my shift.

What madness!

Honestly, there's something big about to break, and it's internal to the Ministry. Or involves people who are.

At the start of our shift, we got reminded to keep our eyes out for anything DIRRT ought to know about. But then, not an hour later, here comes my supervisor and some bloke who's got to be MLE, though I'd never seen him before, and they tell me to stop what I'm doing. As if I were doing something illegal. And they marched me out of there and down to our staff room.

I was almost pissing myself, I promise you.

But then the whole building staff were there, and they shut us all in. Told us we couldn't leave. Pulled us out one at a time to ask exactly what we'd touched. What had we scourgified? What other charms had we used? That sort of thing. Had we seen anything we thought we should tell them about?

And then they kept us there. Until half-twelve for a shift that lets out at half-seven.

I don't suppose there's anything in the Prophet yet? There will be. Count on it!