Snippet #1572904

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Drake's eyes went wide as he listened to Smith's recounting of the tale. As he finished, Drake sat back.

"Well, dang." The half-dragon mused. "I suppose then we're not entirely safe here." He gazed around the group. "And we're still missing some of our group, I take it. Where's Ryu?"

Dimitri bit his lip. "He's not here. Said he was gonna try some recon. He departed about a couple of weeks ago claiming he was gonna try and spy on Kreazil from the inside, but we haven't heard from him since. Last I knew, Ron and Hermione were still in the Archives at the Ministry trying to see if there was any information at all that could be used to our advantage, and Argent's resupplying her stock...though they should be here soon."

Drake nodded. "I see. So--" he paused, blinking. "Wait, back up. Who else did you say?"

Dimitri blinking. "...Argent."

"...Argent?" Drake's eyes widened.

"It's a bit of a long story." Dimitri sighed. "After I got kidnapped by Malfoy, my parents sent Argent to find and rescue me, but she also got the letter I sent that we needed a healer for you when you got cursed and--"

"Alright, alright," Drake raised his hand, waving it off lightly, his face expressionless though he tone seemed to suggest some mild irritation. Biting his lip, he gazed over at Harry. "So, outside of waiting for everybody to reconvene, do we have a plan of action thus far, or are we still trying to put one together?"