Alice still had to fight the urge to go with Frank, to help in whatever way possible, when Dumbledore's patronus came. She could help them, she knew she could. She and Frank worked best together, and she coordinated well with some of the others who had been in the Order as long as they had. Frank embraced her, whispering the promise she demanded of him every time they parted, that he would come back to her.
She took a long drink of chamomile tea. It helped to soothe her nerves, but it would take much more to distract her from her fears. Still, she had to remember the baby. As desperately as she wanted to join this fight, it was no longer safe for her to do so. She needed some distraction, and she doubted a book would suffice.
The fireplace lit up with the green flames of the floo network, and Alice smiled softly at the timing. Of course, only certain people could access their home by floo, and she was little surprised to see Lily's face in the flames. "Hello, Lily," she said, sitting on a stool near the fireplace. "Has James gone, then?" The Order was always fast to respond. Dumbledore seemed to keep a watchful eye everywhere. The call to duty from him always came before any word from the Ministry.