"Must be feelingbetter," Alastor grumbled under his breath. "You're ornery again." Raising his voice to be heard once more, he added, "that doesn't mean you don't still have to rest, impudent wench."
He was, however, highly amused as he watched the interplay between the other three. But, seeing the matching shades of scarlet their faces turned, he decided to through Lupin and Black a lifeline as Marlene came to sit with him. "McKinnon, stop tormenting these boys before you make their brains burst from an impropriety overload. Just look at their faces."
Straightening the quilt as Black settled it in her lap, Alastor made certain she was covered enough to ease some of their visitors' discomfort before turning his attention back to the topic at hand. Nodding as Black spoke, he was starting to piece a few more things together, adjust his own thinking in terms of strategy. Though he didn't personally care, he could understand Black's desire for privacy. That wasn't a worry. Safety issues were also understandable, although he thought they were delusional if they thought they could keep something like this a complete secret for long.
The rest, however, was more worrisome. Now that the triad had been announced, he was seeing the Order more and more in a similar light to the way he saw his men in the division. Having two of them as targets directly didn't set well. He made a mental note to have another conversation with Potter soon. That Black had tried to kill Voldemort was impressive, actually, not in keeping with the usual image of a pampered pureblood heir. "I'll presume, since you didn't mention it that we don't know if Voldemort is aware of what you did just yet?" He turned to look shrewdly at Lupin. "Has Greyback gotten up to his old tricks from the first time around? Any new gifts arrive in the post?"