Al too, stopped dead, grip on his wand tightening ever so slightly. So here he was, faced with a dilemma. Orders were to bring her out for questioning. But his first instinct, when the warrant had appeared on his desk was to get them out. If Dorcas was right... and Frank... They were trying to help. And so far as Al knew, the people that tore Hogsmeade apart had been the Minister's best mates. Or fuck, the Minister himself.
So Al made a decision. His eyes darted over the room and he nodded slightly toward the pantry. Hide," he mouthed.