She was ready to comment on how the Sirius Black didn't feel like playing things a little risky, when he started talking about a supposed spy. Emmeline kept an expressionless gaze on Sirius as he finished, and she looked back out the window in thought. For the past year she had tried, very hard, to force herself to believe that not everyone was talking about Caradoc, and what he did, and anything that might be related. It was of course harder in the Order house, but somehow she had managed.
Emmeline really couldn't ignore this, though. A spy? Another spy? After the catastrophe with Caradoc, Dumbledore was really---no, he wasn't saying it was an Order spy. None of the Order had ever been caught using polyjuice, it was a rather hard potion to mix, and to assume they used it often enough for the death eaters to be concerned about it was just wrong. What was Sirius thinking, then? How was he explaining to himself---
"You think we've got a traitor?" she blurted, turning to him once again. "A spy isn't---a spy for us would not be giving out our secrets," Emmeline retorted quickly, and for some reason she felt her heart speed up, "That's what you call a traitor."
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