As these things often tended to do, they ended with Dumbledore, and the Room of Requirement. They also ended on Tuesday. This was not a thing that often happened,as Tuesday is not a very adventurous day.
The D. A., sat on cushy purple armchairs, were staring towards the front where Harry Potter was gesturing towards a large blackboard on which was written, in large, curly letters:
The Plan
"… so, in conclusion, has anyone got the foggiest idea what we should do?"
There was the sort of silence where everyone pretended to be thinking desperately but was in fact just waiting for someone else to come up with an idea.
Dumbledore, seated as an honorary member on the larges of the cushy purple armchairs, suddenly stretched, and said, pensively, "May I offer my opinion?"
"Of course, Professor." Said Ginny Weasley from near the front.
"I think that now would be a good time to start making use of your peculiar talents."
There was the sort of silence where everyone decided separately that Dumbledore was a little behind the times and that they wished that someone would come up with a plan.
"Right." Said Harry Potter, finally. "We'll take that right on board then. Now -"
"I have a plan." Said Luna Lovegood, suddenly appearing by his right hand.
"Really? I mean, oh good." Harry handed her the piece of chalk. "Out with it then."
Luna stared at the piece of chalk in her hands expressionlessly for a moment, and then tossed it over her shoulder.
She flicked her wand, and a table grew out of the floor, with a large, 3D map of Honeysmead somehow embedded onto its surface.
Everyone unconsciously crept a little nearer.
"Look, there are even little dustbins!"
"That cat's moving!"
"Ah," said Hermione, "illusions, I suppose. I know how to do that."
A small man appeared in the centre of the map,gave Luna a salute (which she returned dreamily) and then barked, "Ready, ma'am. Please state patrol's number, names, route and action points."
"Ah," said Hermione, and then frowned. "Actually, I have no idea what that is."
There was an audible gasp.