Discussion ((Khaat and Wilson only please))

Jess sat down in his favourite chair in the drawing room and waited for Khaat and Wilson to arrive, as Khaat had made clear, the events in the headmaster's ffice needed to be made clear to her

Khaat arrived, wanting to appear relaxed. She was not comfortable reliving the events in Shacklebolt's office, and she had come prepared. She had come to look casual, wearing her jeans and tan suede boots, plain white cotton shirt tucked into her jeans, her tan suede jacket. She had her wand tucked in the inside of her jacket and she had slid her uncle's wand into her boot. She often carried them both, but it made her feel more secure to have both of them today. She had Archangel on her shoulder, and she arrived carrying her black shoulder bag with snacks for Archangel. In her hand, she carried a large paper cup with a black french roast coffee that she had stopped to buy on the way. "Hello, Jess," she said quietly as she entered.

"Hey Khaat," he said with a smile and a nod. "Shouldn't be too long and James will be here," he said uncertainly, as he knew she was still a bit reluctant about the incidents in shackelbolt's office

"Well, then I'll just sip on my coffee til then," Khaat said. Maybe the french roast would be a good way to mask her distrust. She sat down casually in an armchair and gave Archangel a bite of cooked chicken from her black bag before she took a sip of her coffee. "I hope you don't mind me bringing him. He goes almost everywhere with me. It does get odd looks from people seeing a bald eagle on the Hogwarts campus, but I can't imagine being without him."

Jess grinned and nodded. "It's no problem," he said. "I know what it's like to have an animal, it's almost painful not to be around them sometimes," he said thoughtfully, thinking about his old pets

"It appears that Wilson is either late or not coming," Khaat said, checking her watch. She was anxious--impatient today. She wasn't actually looking forward to what she presumed was going to be more dancing aroung the real answer on Wilson's part. She'd had that for months now, and it only servedto show her that he could not be trusted. And after all, had he not been the one to inflict the cruciatus on her in the first place? A fine thing to do to an ally! Oh, sure he finally removed it all--days later, but with so many other spells at his disposal, he surely could have picked something else. And she was in absolutely no mood to accept some lame "I-had-to-make-it-look-good" rubbish. She might have forgiven him had he let her in on what he had been doing in the first place, could have played her part well, but he had not trusted her. And, in her book, that made him a completely useless ally and someone she had no reason whatsoever to trust. And the sole reason she had not attended any of the Order meetings he had run recently instead of Jess.

Wilson entered the room and looked at the two. He greeted Jess with a smile and a nod ans sat down. ''You wanted to talk to me?'', he asked.

"I think Jess thinks its time we tried to patch our differences, Wilson," Khaat said softly, and much as she still had hurt feelings, she was not in the mood for a feud with him. She felt very tired this morning. She wasn't at her best. She somewhat regretted not listening to Rob's concerns for her fatigue and giving in to his request that she stay home today. She would listen, but she was not interested in any sort of yelling match or ugly confrontation.

Wilson looked at her. ''I have nothing to patch with you... I have said all I had to say. If this was the reason for this meeting, then I shall leave, since I am not needed here anymore.'', he replied standing up.

"What you said, Wilson, was a lot of nothing. Worded very nicely, I'll admit, but you told me nothing. I am not so dense that I will believe all of your useless excuses. I can't help it if Narcisssa believed all your flowery words that night and stopped us from ever getting to the truth. Maybe she's just a lot more desperate than I am for someone to say nice things to her. I'm not that needy nor gullible. And, believe me, if Shacklebolt were still alive, I'd be having the same conversation with him as well. Either the two of you used me, or you really thought I could not be trusted. Either way, why the devil should I trust you when you clearly have not trusted me?

"You cozy up to Majere every chance you get, and you even have the gaul to strike me with a cruciatus curse. And I don't even want to hear the 'because it needed to look authentic' line. That's nothing but horsecrap. That is never how you treat an ally-- not ever. If you're as wise a professor as you profess to be, you'd know you had a whole arsenal of spells at your disposal--not that one! Shacklebolt protected me from most of what you tried to do to me. You only removed a trace of it. And that, of course, was in front of your new flame and more probably for her benefit. If you're a member of this Order, start acting like it and trusting and being respectful to your fellow Order members. I can get it if you can't do it in public, but if you can't be an ally inside Order headquarters and be open and honest here, then I can't see that you have any use in the Order whatsoever."