Several other topics were discussed and some of the Order members' general love of debate kept them far longer than planned. But each person left with a purpose and Minerva found herself feeling proud of the way Potter had conducted himself. Young Harry had been diplomatic, for the most part, and had even avoided a shouting match with Severus, which was much to his credit.
As the last flare of the Floo died down, Minerva turned to face the room again, strewn with cups and plates, quills and scraps of parchment. The need to meet again was disturbing, but she couldn't help thinking that the Order needed this renewal of purpose. If Britain's greatest witches and wizards working in accord couldn't get to the heart of the problem, Minerva doubted anyone could.