Enigma Chapter 6
The silence was heavy and bitter as another gust of sharp wind brought the smell of city over the hillside.
Tempest brushed her hair aside to protest, her cheeks burning wildly under frocks of wild wavy brown hair, which was blowing in all directions and blinding her despite her efforts.
Again Dumbledore held up a hand.
" I insist. A Complement from the Order."
He said simply, making Tempest fall short.
There was something going on here; Severus knew that. There had to be. It made no sense for some one as wise and experienced as Dumbledore to send him on frivolous missions when Severus knew that he was needed much more on the front line.
He scowled at the old man as hard as he could trying to figure him, as Tempest tried to think of some sort of something to say.
With a knowing twinkle in his eye the old wizard reached into his sleeve and pulled out an envelope.
" This, Severus, is for you." He said softly. " Do not read it where you can be seen, and destroy it when you are done."