Watching meetings these days was like watching a grade school dance, little knots of people, moving around in tiny packs, one breaking off here to talk to one there, both going back to their respective huddles when the 'dance' was over. Alastor was watching these exchanges carefully, noting who spoke to whom and who ignored whom, when Potter approached.
"Of course," he replied, stepping to one side so they could speak privately as Potter's spell settled over them.
He, perhaps, shouldn't be surprised at the topic. "My biggest objection is that he's too close to it," he said without preamble. "He can't pull back. For different reasons and he reacts to it differently, but I don't think he's any better capable of pulling back when he needs to than I was. It's too personal for him. He's in the Order. He can be consulted by the Taskforce if need be due to Voldemort's unfortunate fascination with him. But, spending his days trying to get into the man's head, his time off doing his training outside with Snape and whomever else he's been working with? It's dangerous for his own mental well-being to be that immersed in it. He needs a break somewhere or risk going over the edge."