Hermione froze in the act of petting Crookshanks when the owl tapped at the window. Hedwig was unmistakable, and she sighed with relief at more proof that the Fidelius wasn't the latest thing to go pear-shaped.
She read over the letter twice before picking up a quill and penning her reply. She had no idea how she would manage this as well as her job, but at least the Squad and the Order would be working on parallel tracks.
I'm in, of course. Would you like me to approach anyone in the Squad or the Auror Corps? We need more than one person in the Ministry this time.
P.S. Have you considered using non-members as consultants? I have one or two people in mind who might be invaluable if this gets really bad.