The fact that he of all people will be present during my second interrogation triggers two different feelings in me. On the one hand, I'm almost relieved that some things never seem to change. Potter and Weasley are obviously still a dream team, and since I'm in dire need of some normality to cling to, the familiar sight should actually comfort me. But on the other hand, it can end badly for me if Weasley participates in our little, snug get-together because the last time I saw him we were standing in a crowded battlefield in the middle of one of the combat zones. I don't even remember which one, because I (too important, too valuable) wasn't in the field during every attack, so it's been quite a while since that encounter. But if I remember correctly, it was the day I fired an Avada at the former Miss Delacour. And how shall I put it? It was a hit.