It had been a full four months since Mr. Abernathy had suggested this to Harry, but in his defense Harry had thought it was probably a good idea to keep his nose out of activism things until after the Wizengamot made their decision. Mostly, he hadn't wanted to deal with questions he didn't have answers to.

But now the decision had been made, predictably imperfect though it was, and so Harry was at least making a tentative attempt at... something. He'd been told there were meetings, but the thing was, he needed to actually go to the Augurey to know when those even were, and, well, here he was, feeling like a fish out of water. He could only hope it wasn't obvious, but he was pretty sure that was beyond him.

"Excuse me," he said, awkwardly to someone as he stood near the entrance. "Ah, could you direct me to where the cork board is?"

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