"We're going to fight a what?" Padma exclaimed softly, following alongside her sister without a second thought. "I'm going to assume there is no logical reason for that line of thinking, just more of the same twisted thought processes those three excel in, because otherwise I'll end up going down a useless track of wanting to know who we could possibly go to war against and how we wouldn't just all end up dead from sheer lack of numbers to fight."
Honestly, that was as ridiculous as Harry telling everyone to stop trying to figure out what happened to kill off their society, as though ignoring that history would allow them to avoid repeating it. How those three had ever survived the war to be named Saviours of the world in the first place was beyond Padma. Clearly it was proof that sheer dumb luck existed and those three had Felix Felicis instead of blood in their veins.
Her sister's new department had her laughing softly, however. "I think I can easily be persuaded to help with something like that. I just want to know, was the acronym meant to reflect 'Damn the man' sentiments toward the three of them? Or the expected 'Damn it, Patil, what do you think you're playing at?' you're likely to get from them?"