"Phoenix," Sybill called. "Phoenix, I have succeeded. They got in."
"Lovely," a woman's voice replied. "And yet… they failed."
Sybill gazed into the fireplace at the teenager before her. "Um- uh- well, yes- but-" she stammered.
"No, no," said Phoenix. "I'm not mad. I think it worked out for the best, actually. We scared them. We let them know we were back."
Sybill relaxed. Phoenix wasn't angry with her.
"They know you exist, Phoenix," Sybill told her. The head in the fire flinched.
"Damn it," cursed Phoenix. "Well, I knew they'd find out sooner or later, but I was hoping it'd be later."
"Minerva called a staff meeting-"
"Don't you dare speak that woman's name in my presence!" Phoenix roared, sparks flying out from the fire.
"Sorry, Phoenix," said Sybill. "I forgot… It won't happen again."
"It had better not," said Phoenix. "Anyways, just keep doing what you're doing. They suspect nothing-"
"Well… um, actually…" Sybill grimmanced. "They know somebody is a traitor- they don't know who though."
"Well, that's just great," Phoenix said sarcastically. "Let's hope they don't figure you out. Now go, I have things to do."
"Yes, Phoenix," replied Sybill. With a pop the head in the fire was gone. Sybill sighed. Teenagers can be so moody, she thought to herself.
Disclaimer: I own none of Harry Potter.