"Even after all this time, you haven't changed a bit Alastor." Dorcas stood in the doorway of the meeting room. Holding her hands behind her back in a very militaristic fashion. The tone in her voice was weary and soft, but no smile broke through her cold exterior. The years of running and hiding after the first war had caused a dramatic change in Dorcas. The lines under her eyes were dark, at one point on the run she made the decision to chop her hair off. It barely touched her shoulders now. And her figure was noticeably thinner than when she last saw Alastor. Her mental health had been affected the most. Her childlike manner buried by the sight of her friends dying and betraying one another over the years turned her cold and hard. Nowadays she barely cared that her old self had disappeared into the darkness of war. Dorcas didn't even feel guilty for abandoning Alastor, letting him think she had been killed. Watching him practically self destruct. Only appearing now due to Dumbledore's lastest order. "I think this is the part where you speak."

          ❝ . . .      did  w e  do that? ❞

....ALASTOR???

It seemed like they had gotten another teacher for Defence Against The Dark Arts. Again somebody instead of Severus. "Always the same." He mumbled to himself, watching Moody out of distance.