So, on a snowy Thursday evening about a week before Christmas, I find myself confronted with almost twenty-five faces showing the most diverse emotions. Distrust, curiosity, unconcealed excitement (Creevey), amazement, expectation and anger (Smith) - it's all there. I can understand that not all of the rebels Blaise has planned for the mission are happy that I'm the one giving the instructions, but I don't let that deter me.