Minerva was boggled. No, indeed, she was not a Slytherin. She had been offered Ravenclaw as a child, yes, but she was a Gryffindor. She could handle military strategy - and she'd found she was quite good at chess, when she tried after the war was over - but plotting of this type was foreign to her. That was for people like Severus Snape and Augusta Longbottom, for the clever Slytherins to whom complex dramas were bread and butter and wine. Still, it unnerved her to be quite so lost. Augusta, at least, usually explained her plots (though Minerva was still not completely sure she understood the series of bribes and blackmail that had been involved in the, ahem, suicide of Lucretia Black-Prewett). This one didn't seem to have gotten any less confusing with explanation. "What? Why?"