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A palpable sense of unease pervaded the dining room as the individuals present, including the Order members who had stayed behind, partook of their meal.
The younger inhabitants who had not been privy to the meeting carefully observed Reyna's demeanour, taking note of the sharp, pointed glares she directed at Moody each time he spoke.
"Our priority is trying to reveal the truth to the Ministry,"
Reyna lets out a humourless chuckle and everyone falls deathly silent. Some of the occupants had even stopped eating as all eyes move to Reyna who puts her fork and knife down.
"That's what Dumbledore classes as a priority you mean?"
"Not now Lupin,"
"What is she talking about?" Harry asks.
"Caleb is alive," Reyna states.
Intakes of breath fill the air at Reyna's words. The adults draw in breaths of apprehension, knowing that Reyna had just lit the fuse of an argument. The younger teenagers suck in breaths of shock at Reyna's bombshell.
"What?!"
"Dear old mum bought him back from the grave and is using him as her puppet but it's not a priority to rescue him," Reyna informs the younger teenagers.
"Reyna, they are just children!" Molly snaps.
"Weren't James and Lily children when Dumbledore recruited them? Sirius, your brothers?" Reyna retorts. "Might as well inform them on what they need to know before they become child soldiers. Cannon fodder for Dumbledore's agenda"
"That is enough!" Molly snaps.
"Nice try Molly," Reyna shakes her head. "I'm not one of your kids so you can't boss me around like you do the rest of them"
"What would your father say?"
"I don't know, if you speak to him you can ask him," Reyna shrugs. "But quite honestly I don't really care"
"I'm disappointed in you, you weren't raised this way," Molly shakes her head.
"You can't guilt trip me," Reyna retorts, crossing her arms over her chest. "You can't push what you want on me unlike you do to your children. You want Fred and George to have cushy jobs at the Ministry but they don't want that. You aspire for Ginny to be a secretary to someone more powerful than her when she wants to go pro playing Quidditch. Get to know your own children then come and lecture me"
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Reyna's room had become the meeting place of the teenagers. Despite the strict rules in place, Reyna was more than happy to keep the trio and Ginny caught up on what was happening. Part of Reyna had the pleasant image of Mad Eye's furious face once he realises that Reyna was feeding the information to the teenagers.
Reyna and Hermione were pouring over the books once again as the other teenagers crowd around Reyna's television set, watching The Little Mermaid. The two witches would talk quietly so they didn't get shushed by the others.
"There's something I'm missing," Reyna informs the witch. "She needs dead muggles, lava rock but there's something missing. I found this around each grave"
Reyna extends a dainty pouch to Hermione, who receives it with a curious look. As she opens it, a shimmering, finely ground powder catches her eye, sparkling in the light. With delicate fingers, she picks up a small amount of the powder, inspecting it with a slight frown on her face.
"It's some form of crystal," Reyna says. "But it's not very common, not in any Divination books"
"Could be Musgravite," Hermione states. "It's very rare and it's known to have quite powerful necromantic influence. Strangely, it's easier to get than lava rock"
"Crafty bitch," Reyna murmurs, staring at the powder. "So dead muggles, buried in graves surrounded by Musgravite, a lava rock covered in Marianne's blood and a large fire"
"The lava rock must be what creates the appearance of their skin," Hermione muses. "They look like a humanoid piece of molten rock which makes them harder to defeat"
Reyna stares at the ground where golden letters were etching themselves into the wood on the floor. The witch frowns inspecting the words that lay before her.
"Exite ignis et petrae et serviunt mihi," Reyna murmurs.
"What?"
"I think that's the incantation," Reyna says. "It loosely translates to 'come forth those of fire and rock and serve me'"
"How do you know that?"
"I-" Reyna frowns, staring at where the letters had been mere seconds before. "I have no idea. I mean I know Latin but how I know the incantation is beyond me"
"Maybe because in theory, you could create Burned Ones," Hermione muses. "Your mother only has a blood connection to you but you are the one with the powers. I imagine your mother's are weaker than the ones you could create"
"Possibly why Voldemort is trying to recruit you," Harry calls from where he was lay on the plush rug.
"Unfortunately being for him part of his edgy, emo gang isn't on my agenda,"
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