The Confundus Conspiracy; or, Youngblood Circle (confundere) wrote,
"Oh, this sort of thing always seems to happen when I go seeking diversions from work life", Snape drawled from his spot, slouching somewhat uncharacteristically against the wall with his legs crossed under his robes. "Let this be a lesson to me not to go on family holidays in Ireland during a school term. Such vacations have a way of being rudely interrupted in unlikely places."
He walked around the conference table and sank into a chair facing Tonks and Jeri. "As per your recommendations, Miss Tonks, I decided to go to Ireland in search of more of Dame Kyteler's firewater; and I decided to bring my husband and stepson with me, for a week or so. All was going well when, three days into the trip, we stopped for a salmon dinner in a Magical area of Galway. Gilliam insisted that we sit near a MagiVid screen by the bar; that was our first mistake. The second mistake consisted of me listening a little too carefully to the news broadcast on the same device." He sighed deeply, and looked around the table, as if hoping to find a bottle of firewhiskey and glasses on hand. "I started listening in the middle of the commentary; but there were a great many details being discussed of Death-Eater infiltrations into high-ranking military and security posts, and sightings of these people right in the thick of things in muggle Iraq, Afghanistan, Kuwait, Saudi Arabia and the United Arab Emirates. It is suspected that they have access to plenty of highly confidential plans, tactics, reports and agendas; hence, combined with their knowledge of Dark Magic--in varying skill levels, of course--they have plenty to offer one side, the other, the bad sort and the worse sort." He crossed his arms, his eyes scanning the faces of the now-silent Aurors.
"Given that the Magical media know that much about Death-Eater doings in the British military and intelligence", he concluded, "I am surprised that the Ministry and Magical Law Enforcement haven't fine-tuned your missions beyond snooping through Commons, Disillusioned, after business hours. Can you guess, Miss Tonks, what my next mistake was?"