Aidan nodded and they turned a corner that led them closer to the lake. He looked around Muggle London and suddenly - with a frightening intensity - felt that he would do anything to keep these innocent people safe. It wasn't fair that they - unsuspecting Muggles with children who might or might not turn out to be magical - would have to live under the constant threat of attack from the Renegades or whatever else the Death Eaters decided to call themselves these days.
His clenched jaw was the only display of his temper and Aidan took a deep breath to calm himself. His unpredictable temper had always been a problem and he would have to do some extra meditations later to get a grip on it. "I wanted to know what you think first and foremost. You've always been the brains of the operation and no, that's not a compliment. It's a fact."
Aidan sighed. "If we hope to survive this then we need all the brains we can get. And all the information." He turned to Hermione. "How would you suggest we get that information? Beside reading the papers in hopes for little snippets of information?" He was afraid that in the end things were bound to involve a bit more activity than he liked to. At least concerning reconnaissance missions.