WHO: The Order of the Phoenix WHERE: Transfiguration Classroom WHEN: Sunday evening WHAT: Meeting time RATING: TBD
Dumbledore paced throughout the room, his hands clasped behind his back. Minerva sat behind her desk, her lips pursed. This was much more complicated than he'd thought initially, and the explanations he had received for how Pettigrew could've possibly breached castle security weren't helping. He was baffled, and someone must've known the answer or had some sort of inkling. If he couldn't guarantee his students' safety, then what right did he have to the Headmaster position?
Stopping himself in the corner of the room, he stood up straight and waited, hoping this meeting would be productive as it needed to be.