Half an hour after the banquet ended, in the Headmaster's Office on the top floor of Hogwarts.
"Are you fucking insane, Roy Smith? You got an Order of Merlin Medal by clinging to life and refusing to die, and now you don't know your place? Who do you think you are? Iron Man? Are you afraid they won't try to kill you the next time they attack?"
"Or what? Do you think they'll stop attacking me if I say nothing? This isn't the first time. If they wanted to make a move, they would've gone after Mia long ago. Can't you tell from what happened at the station? These people have absolutely no bottom line, yet they're strangely restrained when it comes to actually hurting people. So rather than let them swagger around, we'd be better off seizing the moral high ground first."
"Quit spouting that righteous crap. I think you're just addicted to showing off and can't help yourself."
"Bullshit! You two both nodded and agreed at the time. I asked for your opinions beforehand!"
"Fuck, are you even human? Nodding meant you should keep dealing with those reporters, not that you could say whatever the hell you wanted! Can you understand basic human behavior? You used to just not know the difference between a handshake and a high-five. Now you've regressed to not knowing the difference between nodding and shaking your head?"
Dumbledore sat in his chair with a headache, watching Roy and Aisling argue nonstop across from him. Desperately, he reached out and rapped on the desk, interrupting them.
"Children, stop arguing. Mind your manners."
"Did you hear that? Stop fucking swearing."
"..."
Aisling and Dumbledore were both rendered speechless. After collecting themselves, they began discussing how to deal with the attackers.
Dumbledore leaned halfway over