There was no particular reason this conversation had to happen now, except that now that it had occurred to him Ford wasn't sure he'd be able to think about anything else until it happened. On another day that still might not have prevented him from going to work and going through the motions with his mind half a world away, because most of his job Ford could do with very little thought. Today, though, he had bigger problems to solve, and he needed to be able to focus (as much as someone could focus without having slept). This was one loose end he thought he might as well wrap up before he got down to it, so that he could really devote his full attention to solving the problem of the dementor in the wardrobe in Muggle London.

That, and — well, you never really knew how much time you had, did you? So this wasn't the sort of conversation he could put off.

It was still dark outside but Ford thought the sun would probably rise soon. He hadn't actually checked the clock, but it felt like that time of the night. He paced down the hall towards Noble's room, then thought better of it. If he was going to wake his brother up, it might be best to do so with a peace offering. Ford trekked down to the kitchen and made coffee, pacing while he waited for the water to boil. With two cups in hand, he headed back up to Noble's room, and went in without knocking so that he didn't risk waking anyone else in the house.

"Noble," Ford whisper-hissed at his brother. "Wake up!"

Noble Greengrass Cassius Lestrange