If Hestia had any sort of idea about the life he actually led, her opinion on the man might have changed somewhat. Be that as it may, she held a respect for him that had momentarily waned when she first heard of Dumbledore's murder. In fact, it had been something she wasn't sure she would ever be capable of forgetting until she learned that he was in fact, playing double agent. Again. Hestia couldn't understand how he hadn't simply gone mad after all this time. She had a feeling she would have, certainly.
She cocked her head to the side, a small nod following his question.
"Fred and George have been working on setting up a tunnel leading into the basement of their shop in Hogsmeade," she told him. "I've seen the blueprints, myself, but where exactly the tunnel is leading from, I can't be sure. We've got safe houses set up in and around the area as well, a few are filling to capacity but we're constantly looking."
She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ears. A brief part of her wasn't sure she should really be telling him all this. But as she looked at him, she had a feeling that he really was on their side.
"I'm not positive," she started again. "But I believe the twins are doing a lot to make sure the basement is stocked for whomever we eventually have go through. Extra clothes and such things."