The eye of the storm

The voices of Sirius and others rang out, calling for the members of the Armada to rise and gather for a meeting. Magnus wasn't sure if he should attend, being confused about himself and all, and certainly wasn't sure if he should leave now or straggle in after most had already collected. Unfortunately, he was quite impatient and didn't want to sit around in his den and wait some odd minutes for others to heed the call. With a soft groan, Magnus rose onto his three legs and hobbled out from the den he was told was once his. That was the strangest thing about the Armada and what Sirius had told him. He couldn't remember a thing, hardly believed him even, yet his scent was all over his den.

The strange blue glow of the recent nights hadn't gone unnoticed and he wondered if that's what this was about. Maybe Sirius had some news about the creatures that had been lingering, the longer than usual winter nights. He was curious, to say the least, and as slow as he was, finally made it to where the meeting would be held. Magnus wouldn't sit near the front, even if he was relatively early to the meeting. Instead, Magnus offered a slight nod to Sirius, Azure, and a lady he couldn't recognize before settling near the outskirts. He wasn't sure what use he would have here, but better to be present than absent he supposed.

"Speech!"

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