As his eyes adjusted, he realized he was standing near Joshua, then his eyes landed on Gaston as the older man stepped into the candle light. Thank goodness, he thought with great relief. The last figure to come into focus was Katrina. The sight of her made him smile as he grew more confident with their numbers. There were four of them on the same side. Four talented witches and wizards that still knew right from wrong and were willing to do something about the horrible situation they were in.

Foster glanced to the door to see if anyone else would be joining them. He hoped Professor Noble would attend, but it appeared the gentleman would not. “I wouldn’t have come if I wasn’t all in. I wholeheartedly agree that Julian Scrimgeour is completely out of control and must be stopped.” The entire reign of terror had gone on far longer than should have ever been tolerated. If only they would have done something sooner. Now they were going to have to deal with Scrimgeour and all of his new hires. His heart ached at the loss of so many wonderful professors over the past few months. Most of all, it ached for Kay. He longed to see her bright smile. To hear her sweet voice and once again have long discussions over far too many cups of tea.

He worked to shake off the feeling of loss while Gaston secured the room and waited for what the others had to say. He hoped they all felt the same and a tiny prickle of fear ran down his spine at the thought that if even one in the room squealed, the rest of them would surely be fired.