"Aye, thanks," Dora said, pushing hair from her face again. Finally she just sighed and rolled her eyes, shortening the annoyingly long strands and turning them brown. All this talk of battle and she found she wasn't so in the mood for shocking pink anymore.
"Awkward to ask a favour of someone I barely know," she said sheepishly. "I just need a bit of help with some things." She'd not told her mum about what would be her new spying job yet, and she wasn't sure whether or not she should simply break the news here. In public. In front of everyone.
Dora shook her head. "Maybe I should owl you when I get home. I've a few things to ask." Training, a bit of help acting like a Death Eater would, and, last but not least, asking her if she would mind terribly taking over her DADA classes. She suspected Morag would be quite good at it.