"I agree with Ed," Fabian said after a moment. "It's nothing personal against Amelia, but Order business is Order business, yeah? The less we have to bring other people in it - even family - the better. We have some contacts in the Ministry. There's no reason to try to get much closer unless there's just no way to get what we need with what we have. We have to think about the security of the Order, too. Dragons are a fuck of a lot scarier when you don't know much about them. Right now, all that most people know about us is that we're working outside the rules of the Ministry and that we don't like Death Eaters. And that's all anyone needs to know. The fewer faces associated with the group the better. That's why they're as effective as they are. No one knows who to look for."
Fabian idly speared his fingers into his hair and slouched further into the chair he was sitting in. There wasn't so much as a trace of his usual arrogant smirk on his face any more. But this was serious. If the Ministry fell, their job was going to be made a hell of a lot harder. Now wasn't the time to be taking risks. Not unless they were precisely calculated.