"Attack is only a hyperbole. He dropped on my head out of nowhere and decided to chat. But at least he asked before we went to the castle." 

"Right," said Jungwen, narrowing her eyes a little. She got it, she really did, though she didn't entirely enjoy the way Shea let her know that she would like to be asked. Or the idea that she was ordering her around. 

On the other hand, it occurred to her that this was the first time Shea had said anything about what she was actually thinking at all. That was progress, even if it felt like banging her head repeatedly on a particularly stubborn block of wood. Progress was never comfortable, and Jungwen knew that. She remembered lying under a significant amount of debris, trying to move. It had taken her what had felt like several long hours to move her hand enough to cast a spell that helped people find her. And the pins and needles had been excruciating. And damned if she didn't have the right to be frustrated about it.

"Neither of you have given me a reason to drop everything and come help you do... whatever it is you're planning to do. I get the feeling you don't even have an end goal, here. We aren't kids anymore. Defeat the monsters isn't going to do it. Telling people they have to drop everything and help is not a recruitment strategy."

Jungwen did an odd thing that might have seemed un-Jungwen-like in the moment, and took a breath before she responded. It did nothing to ease her frustration and desire to yell in pure indignance over the numerous implicit accusations in what the woman across from her was saying. That she was completely scattered, that she had no real idea about what she was doing, and that she was a child, or childish. And that somehow having a sense of faith that things could be done was a bad thing. ARGH. What on earth has happened to you!? she wanted to scream. Instead she took a breath, almost to defy the accusation. See? She wasn't a kid, damn it. 

"Right, well, I didn't realise it was a question at all, or childish, to believe that Hogwarts can be saved, but we can print up an invitation card for you, if you like." Okay, that slipped out. "Nor, incidentally, was I telling you to do anything. Sorry it sounded that way to you," Jungwen shrugged, trying to shrug off her irritation as well. "It was more like an invitation, perhaps more enthusiastic than you," deserve, can handle in your insane state, are capable of accepting, "wanted. Nor," she added, a bit forcefully, "do you need to drop everything and hop to." For the sake of Merlin's soggy longjohns. 

It wasn't a betrayal. It couldn't be, when she hadn't seen Shea in ten years. Why did it feel like a betrayal of what they had all collectively built? Somehow she had always thoughts of the few people who had stayed behind despite the original attack, despite that most students had been sent home, as people who cared about the castle. As a ... well, as a kind of family. She didn't think as fondly of her own blood family; she prefered her family of choice and had been loyal in her own ways to them, and yes, that may have involved a bit of spying to make sure people were okay. She'd spent years looking for the Quinns and others. Had she kind of expected them to do the same? Perhaps. But she had definitely expected something like loyalty to the school. 

"Anyway, whatever. I'm doing it with or without you. It doesn't have to sound probable or reasonable to you. Hell, it doesn't sound probable to me. It sounds batty, but that's how these things are, normally. You don't go into a battlefield to save people because it's logical. Or stay behind in a school that's effectively been closed down because it's reasonable. You just do, because it's... the right thing to do, or the only thing to do." She picked up her coffee cup and drained in, feeling her temper rising, and got up rather abruptly. She wouldn't yell, damn it. That would kind of undo the whole sensible wordy thing she had going right now, and also would just not be worth it. She was rising above. Yep. That was it. ARGH. She turned to go. "Anyway, there's a place for you in the castle. See you, or not."

And may rats pee on your face, she thought, striding out of the Hog's Head.