The end of October brought with it a coolness in the air that recalled bitter, icy winter winds, and reminded them all that the Christmas holidays were coming up. The training was going well, everyone was able to cast Expelliarmus reasonably well and equally as competently. Often they would go from stance to stance to stance, blocking, casting, and redirecting as practice for their planned assault. It needed to be perfectly timed, but it was impossible to judge when that would be without a way to see the plans of their oppressors.
Charlie had arrived about a week ago, and Rose had flown with him and taken him to the Facility so he could scope out the situation himself. He'd made some notes, embraced his relatives, then they had returned to Hogwarts.
She looked up from her research in the Library with a start when he spoke behind her.
"What are you doing? I thought we had agreed that we needed to brew Polyjuice Potion to infiltrate them," he said.
She turned to face him. "Polyjuice Potion needs to be consumed continuously. We need a better disguise or we'll be found out for sure," she said. "Now, do you think you could help me find a spell book on these?" She slid a list off the pile, and he picked it up.
He grinned. "I've wanted to go into the Restricted Section since I was in school," he said quietly, sheepishly. He walked over to the locked door and opened it with a mouthed spell. He climbed on a chair, using a second spell to grab the other books he was looking for in addition to the ones she had requested.
He plopped the books down, and opened one.
"Want some help?" he offered as he lifted a quill to take notes.
"Sure," she said. They lapsed into silence.