I don't think i'll bother trying to find that clue. i'm not very good at picking up hints like that, even if i know they are there.
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"Yeah, she seemed interested all right," Harry said, shrugging. "But that floor plan, how accurate is it?"
"I'm not sure," the headmaster said. "But we will find out before the year is over, I would expect."
"Professor, I've been having these visions about the place, about the Pyramids, I mean. And from what I've seen, the floor plan's accurate so far."
"Indeed?" Dumbledore said, interested. "How far have you gotten?"
"Not much," Harry admitted. "Only nearly past that huge entrance hallway.
"I see," Professor Dumbledore said. "I see. Well, I will do what I can to find out as much as needed. Better go down to dinner, Harry - I'll be there in a few minutes."
Predictably, Ron and Hermione immediately pounced on him as soon as he left the winding stairway and the gargoyle had leaped back into place.
"What'd he say?" both of them asked anxiously.
"Well, he just told me that we might be getting the armor soon." Harry said, noticing the look that they exchanged between each other.
"When?"
"All he told me was when he thought I was ready." Harry shrugged helplessly.
"Why not now?" Ron said, very disappointed. "It would give us a bit of an advantage."
Hermione looked at him impatiently. "Didn't you hear the odds that we would be facing? It would be more of an equalizer more than anything. But I'm not sure why we wouldn't go for it now."
"Because we need the time to safeguard Hogwarts, I suppose," Harry told them, but still unsure. "Anyways, I wouldn't worry it about it. Just yet."
Ron was about to object when Hermione shot a severe look at him.
"It's just what Dumbledore thinks," Harry said wearily. "And his decisions are best, I suppose. Well, not always." He added, remembering Dumbledore's decision that had ultimately led to Sirius's death, or at least part of the fault was his. The other part was Harry's, in his own opinion.
"Let's go down to supper, shall we?" Hermione said tentatively.
But when they came downstairs to the Great Hall, as usual, the tables were not up.
"What's going on?" Ron asked, very confused. Several students seemed to think the same.
Just then, Professor McGonagall strode in. "You will be dining in your common rooms from now on."
No one really seemed to object. In fact, Harry thought that the idea of spending lunch with only the company of Gryffindors was a good one. No one was heard to complain, really; they would of course be out of the company of teachers, and be as loud and raucous as they wanted, as long as they cleaned up after themselves.
They climbed back up to the common room, Harry, Hermione, and Ron being the only silent ones. Seamus, Dean, Neville, and Colin Creevey were still debating the prospects of fighting their first real battle for a long time and proving themselves; Neville had already gone through that experience, having joined Harry for a harrowing experience in the Department of Mysteries last summer. Harry felt a hint of pride towards Neville when Neville told them that being excited about it was not exactly a good thing.
"It's not what you may think it to be," he said quietly. "I got tortured last year, had my nose broken. Fighting the Death Eaters is a lot harder than it sounds."
That had evaporated the anticipation like water on a hot sidewalk.