[center][b]1st December, 1999 – Aldenberg Manor
Siobhan MacFusty[/b][/center]

Gently, Siobhan ruffled the feathers of the dazed owl and set it out the window on its way, rolling her eyes. Sometimes, she believed that the Ashes and the Order were just opposite sides of the spectrum, neither of them right. While Dumbledore's pacifistic ways hadn't always worked, neither did she feel the uncompromising violence of the new organisation was any better. 

“Aye... but... My vote is we investigate the claim of this supposed turncoat, as [i]peacefully[/i] as possible,” she said, closing the window again and then the curtains before returning to her seat beside Kyle. “We go to this Tottenham Road, we secure the area... I could even take some of our emergency portkeys if necessary. The Death Eaters are far from stealthy. If there's too many of them for us to take out, I guarantee we'd know about it.”

Staring at Ronan, Siobhan nodded to herself. “I say we [i]don't[/i] enter with our – ah, guns-a-blazing?” After a slight pause over the Muggle saying, she continued, “We ask him his name. We chat, if not over important, top secret business, we [i]show[/i] him that we're interested in an agent – Merlin knows it's been too long since we've had any fresh information on the Dark Lord's whereabouts. Then, we offer to take him to one of Jia's 'boltholes', and discuss matters further there.”

Ronan chimed in quickly, “I would like the location of the safehouse beforehand, so I can be present for the... discussion.” He tugged absently at his collar, stretching out his almost-immobile leg. The Floo would not be a fun experience. “More importantly, however, killing him on the spot for non-compliance would be worthless. Depending on whether we agree on going or not – I personally am for it – if he refuses to accompany you to Glasgow after a peaceful 'chat', you should bind and capture him. We want information, not a corpse.”