Private Message to Professors Desai and Sandoval-Pennifold

Professors,

The open area nearest the west train yard is completely overrun. The enemy have been issuing significant heavy arms fire but with very little effect on the inferi, as anticipated.

The Headmaster and I are rounding up the handful who have managed to make the tracks and we'll be bringing them back to the main rendezvous point in a moment. He's received word of our next position and requests you send someone here to monitor this escape route; it's little more than cleanup at this point.

Professor Desai, there's a curious rune stone near the postern gate to the meadow, which Professor Dolohov thinks you might find edifying. He's asked you to have a look when you've a moment.

-F-F

Order Only: Back at School

We commandeered a Floo, since we were all too tired to risk Apparating to Hogsmeade. And Professor Desai was badly injured. So we're all back and dispersed from the Headmaster's office. Sally-Anne came back with us, as well, and is assisting her to the Hospital Wing.

Well, I should say everyone's back except Hydra, what. We were about to leave and Bellatrix Lestrange told her she had to stay and help with interrogation. I say, I hope she'll be able to misdirect MLE to some extent.

I...I say, I know I speak for her and for Ron when I can tell you that today was one of our most difficult tasks. Knowing that we had to choose among every person running from the fires and those monsters, whether to let them get away, to risk injuring them and allowing their capture, or to simply kill them so they could not give anything to the enemy. It was especially hard when one could tell they'd just survived a harrowing ordeal with the Inferi, and were fighting to get back to the base camp, what, though that doesn't mean it was any less horrible when they were merely running for their lives.

The last--two hours or so.... I can't even begin to describe how many times one had to suppress every urge to protest. I'm sure it's going to be a long time before any of us get a proper night's sleep.

I'm sorry. For Major Davidson, for everyone at Sherwood, for the citizens of Ollerton.... There's nothing else to say, what. I'm so dashed sorry we had to participate in that charade.

I'm bally well sure some of you may not understand or may want to talk to us about what happened. Mrs Longbottom, we'll try to put together our brief soon, but...please, I beg of you, give us a little time to--recover.


-Finch-Fletchley