"Thank you," Terry said. Again. "I'll probably say that a few more times tonight, so I hope you won't mind." He smiled sheepishly.
He nodded, hoping he hadn't overstepped mentioning the plan, but Stephen had mentioned he'd be talking to Severus. "I'm researching the Fidelius wards, trying to see what can be done to get past them, not by magical means obviously, but by Muggle ones. Find some charm to map the perimeter of the town, and then drop Muggle bombs from above, put the Death Eaters on defensive."
He shrugged. "I haven't made much progress yet, as far as figuring out a way around the Fidelius. There's not a lot of information available on that particular spell. I haven't gone through all my books yet, not to mention all of Stephen's." He sighed. "There's a long way to go, of course, but I'll think of something."
He knew what sorts of comments had been being made, had talked to a few students about finding better spots than the corridors and the Great Hall to have those discussions. However, he felt that probably only his Ravenclaws understood, and the Slytherins hadn't needed to be told.
"Can I offer you some advice?" he asked quietly. He'd refrained from saying anything last week, but felt that maybe he should. "If you'd like me to just mind my own business, you only have to say so."