"Obviously we need to get the entire gang back together and storm his office," she said only half-joking. It probably wouldn't be the oddest or most ridiculous thing they'd done before. The old man was weird enough himself, though, so what's to say that hadn't been his plan all along to teach them some lesson on group commitment or some shite like that.
Which was to say Dorcas was completely fine with changing the subject, as she doubted the one they were previously talking about was going to stay away forever. "Hah, like Edgar is one to talk!" She was just going to conveniently avoid the part where she'd once been one of them; that was a horrible choice on his part, obviously. "You really sound so torn up about it, McKinnon," she got out with a chuckle as she turned towards her coffee once more.
It was then the waitress came up to ask them how everything was, and Dorcas decided to live a little in asking her to bring some buttered toast. When she turned her attention back to her friend, it was with a shrug. "I'd say you're doing better than I am. I still regularly get completely schnockered and end up petting Sirius' hair." That wasn't even touching base on whatever had happened with Kingsley last night.