"Unique is one way of putting it," Lee muttered from where he'd moved to hang about close to Fred. He'd never known Clearwater that well, but he'd never gotten how, out of all of the Weasleys, you chose to date Percy. It was like having a bowlful of candy and picking out the bit of ribbon candy with the fuzz all over it and the shiny bit from where the cat might have licked it.
He didn't say that last bit aloud though. He didn't especially want the wrath of Molly Weasley on his head. He'd rather an angry Troll with a club than a brassed-off Mrs. Weasley. He'd been around Fred and George enough over the years to know that much.
He leaned in to catch a look at the picture. "Could maybe try to set up some kind of tip-off hotline for sightings for Potterwatch. The Death Eaters aren't likely to know how to work out phones, or want to bother, so we might be able to manage it. Let people call in if they see anyone Snatched or recognize anyone?" He wasn't sure how it worked, but he could work it out.
Remus' suggestion caught him off guard a little, and he snorted. "They've got bigger things to worry about than me, and so do we. And I'm working muggle-side, be a bit hard for me to take along a guard anywhere."
He frowned. "Dean played Quidditch for a bit there, so might have a shot of him with the team. People snap shots a lot of the ams. Can't really remember much about Campbell. Finch-Fletchley I could spot easy enough, but don't have a shot of anywhere I know of."