Order Meeting #1

When Matt had been asked to lead the Order it had come as a shock really. Jess had just showed up where he was staying and asked him. Of course he accepted the position right away but was now unsure as to whether it was a good idea. As he entered the kitchen where the meeting would be held, he flicked his wand and the lights turned on. He sighed and suddenly felt a heavy weight on his chest. He had sent the memo out that there was a meeting so everyone would be getting here shortly. He needed to gather his thoughts so he didn't look like too much of a fool. He leaned against the wall and took a deep breath.

Making his way over to the main table he pulled out a notebook from the inside of his jacket pocket. He had notes in there as to what they were going to talk about. He was prepared, he was ready. "Here we go." he muttered.

Jack had been settling down for bed early. She had work early in the morning and had a night off from running around playing Auror. So you could imagine how happy she was when she was reminded of the Order meeting. She sat in bed for a few moments, filled with irritation. She let out a long sigh and sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Damn it all to hell!" she groaned, before sitting up. She fished around and pulled on some tennis shoes, deciding that the Order can deal with her pajamas.

She apparated there and went up to the house, slipping inside and through the house to the usual spot. Matt was the only one present. Her eyes narrowed on him. "So you're the one who's neck I have to wring?" she said, almost sounding menacing before a yawn overtook the end of her sentence.

Michael walked up the steps to Grimmauld with Khaat. Michael had his messenger bag slung on his shoulder, and just as Walburga's portrait opened her mouth to shout her typical obscenities at Michael, he went over to her.

"Walburga, my darling," he said, purposely laying on thick for her. "I brought a gift for you." Khaat looked over at him as he opened his bag. She doubted this would be a token of peace. She knew the look in Michael's eyes much too well. He drew out a handful of muggle makeup.

"Oh God, you're not," Khaat laughed. "We just got the paintballs off her from the last meeting. Jess is going to kill you."

"Look at her. It can't hurt," he shrugged. He applied a bright pink blush to Walburga's cheeks, painted on black mascara on her eyes, bright peacock blue eyeshadow and flaming red lipstick.

"Those colors were not meant to ever be worn together," Khaat said. Walburga was so mortified by Michael's application of muggle makeup to her pureblood face that she was too abhored to even open her mouth. Khaat snatched the makeup back from Michael and shoved it back in his bag and clutched tight to his arm. "Come on. You're going to get us thrown out!" She dragged him towards the kitchen.

"I doubt that," he said.

"Why can't you leave her alone?" Khaat asked.

"If I had, she'd have been screaming by now," Michael said as they entered the kitchen. "Oh, hello."

"Hello. I'm sorry," Khaat said. "I should remember to put Michael on a short leash when we come here."

Louis sighed. It was time, his first Order meeting, the only other time he had been affiliated with the order was during the battle at Grimmauld Place. They had been forced to leave taking a Portkey. Louis remembered the battle vaguely. He got dressed, grabbed his wand end left. He was worried about how he'd make an impression. As he walked over to Grimmauld place... Thoughts ran through his mind. What would they be discussing? Would it be like Potters Army where'd they do combat training. Louis wondered. After graduation he had become an auror. Something like the police or detectives from the Muggle world.

Louis had bags under his eyes. He had been up all night working. And when he had got home he had only fifteen minutes to sleep, if you could count that as sleeping. Louis walked in, seeing Khaat, Jack, and a man he didn't recognize. "Hello." He said walking in.

He stopped at the entrance, slightly surprised to see Matthew sitting at Jess' usual place. He had not expected that, having had no word from Jess of late. Kingsley couldn't say he agreed with Jess' decision for his replacement. Nevertheless, Kingsley respected the decision. It wasn't like Jess had many options; the order had shrunken visibly with the absence of the Lupins. Kingsley himself had refused the position of head of the order several times. He was firm in his belief that it was the newer generation who would have to protect themselves, not some old hero from a long time ago. "Hello Matthew, Jack, Michael," he greeted, before taking a seat.

(((This post used to be awesome, but Matt made me shrink it. CURSE YOU)))

Kate wasn't happy with the fact that Angus was bringing a very small yellow labrador puppy tonight. It waswagging its tai and was tucked under his arm.

"This is NOT the appropriate place to bring her!" Kate hissed. "Why can't you learn the counterspell?"

"Because YOUR husband hasn't shown it to me!" Angus said. "And if I leave her at home, she eats the toys and chases the cats..."

"Oh, Lord, you're impossible," Kate hissed. "Lets' hope Robert manages to show up. Come along then, and don't let Khaat see her on that leash." Angus took the leash off the puppy the moment they went in the door of Grimmauld Place. "Did you bring a toy?"

"I brought..." Angus hesitated. "A coloring book and some crayons."

"You're an idiot," she scowled softly. She got out a package of saltines from her purse and changed them to a puppy chew bone. "Come along." She and Angus went through to the kitchen.

"Hello, All," Kate smiled. "Angus and I are a bit ahead of Robert and Brian, but so far as we know, they're coming."

"Hello," Angus said, sitting near Michael.

Kate saw her daughter's eyes grow wide at seeing the little yellow lab puppy with Angus. She looked at her mother questioningly, and Kate simply shrugged.

Exhaling a breath of smoke, Elijah Krum looked up at the revered Black Residence: Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Grimmauld Place itself was dated and almost ruined yet people still defiantly took up residence in the houses there. Elijah was impressed with the resolve of some of the Muggles but he’d not been as impressed with them as he was when Number 12 shuffled out from between Numbers 11 and 13. He’d not been expecting such a sharp contrast to the rest of the street but when he’d set eyes on it, he understood immediately why Sirius Black was rumoured to hate it so. It was not a picturesque home where good memories were going to be made. It was bound to be the opposite if nothing else. Elijah threw the cigarette into the drain and pushed himself off of the lamppost that he was leaning against. He rubbed his hands together, the night air oddly damp and chilly for July and it smelt as if a storm was coming. It was the scent of foreboding, the smell of oncoming rain.

Looking to the left, Elijah watched as a beat up old Ford rumbled down the cobble road, the occupants taking a moment to stare at him as if he had three heads before shaking their own and putting his appearance to the back of his mind. Elijah had donned a new set of robes that he’d purchased the other week, determined to break them in, and so to Muggles he looked terribly odd. Looking to the right, the road appeared to be clear and Elijah briskly crossed the cobbled road to the other side of the street where the steps that lead up to Number 12 fed onto the street.

Elijah ascended them quickly and then reached for the door, the handle seemingly recognising his magic as friendly and turning easily under his loose grasp. Elijah stepped inside the house and immediately, something bizarre caught his eye: Walburga Black covered in a bizarre mask of make-up. Elijah smirked, shaking his head a little, and then turned to where he could hear voices, assuming it must be the kitchen, and headed that way.

Opening the door to the kitchen, Elijah descended the short steps and onto the main floor where immediately his eyes caught sight of a Labrador pup. He knelt down, a smile coming across his face, and he held out his hand for the dog which promptly ran towards him and nuzzled his palm in greeting. Elijah smoothed back the pup’s fur and couldn’t help but notice that it really didn’t smell as one would expect a dog to smell. It almost smelt human, if that was at all possible. Elijah picked the puppy up after a moment and rose back to his full height, cuddling it close to his chest. He caught sight of Khaat and smiled knowingly at her before sitting down next to Kate.

“You’ve got a very nice puppy here, Kate.” Elijah complimented, stroking the pup’s head. “Do I need to ask of her name?” Elijah laughed a little and looked at Kate before murmuring quietly. “She smells like Abbey. Do I even want to know why and how she ended up like this?”

"A burst of accidental baby magic," Kate said softly. "And for her, it seems to happen any time she gets around a pool or a beach, and if she's around water, she doesn't always want to change back. Sometimes it does take a bit to get her mind off swimming. Her grandfather says its the labrador in her. I don't know if changing her back is a good idea during the meeting or not. A puppy tends to sometimes be more workable than a two year old." She handed Eli the puppy chew bone and decided to leave well enough alone. "I think I shall leave her as she is."

Angus had picked Kate up from Madam Malkins after the shop had closed, and he had had the tiny pup with him. Abbey usually was a very well behaved puppy, Kate had to admit that. Still, she wasn't sure that she might not have let Abbey chase the cats and eat the toys instead. She looked over at her with Eli. Abbey was far more interested in just cuddling. Not making noise, not playing. Just cuddling. So far, it wasn't a problem.

SIlvyr sat on a cliff dangling his bare feet over the edge that dropped two hundred feet below him. He blankly stared out at the super moon that was hanging in the sky above the ocean that stretched out before him as far as he could see. Air rushed in and out of his lunges as he tried to control each breath while searching through his latest memories to figure out where his search had gone wrong, where he was now, and how long he had been there. It didn't matter now though, all he knew was he had to get help.

SIlvyr's eyes broke away from the sky for the first time in what he realized, judging by the moons new position in the sky, must have been over an hour. Leah laid by his side, her head was out over the edge of the cliff looking at the drop to the water. Silvyr ran his hand over her ears and scratched her neck. In the blink of an eye the two vanished.

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SIlvyr and Leah appeared outside of the familiar old house that served as the Orders head Quarters. SIlvyr didn't waist any time getting off the street. The last time he had been remotely close to a city felt like months ago and he knew nothing of the wizarding world.

Silvyr's feet moved quickly trying to move him up the steps to the house but he no longer had the strength to keep his body up. His knee and stomach slammed into the stone steps opening his skin. He looked down and realized he was naked and dirty. It took everything he had to lift his broken and exhausted body up and push himself through the door. He wasn't sure if there would be anyone here but he couldn't go to the hospital and he needed help.

Silvyr's burst through the door using all of the momentum he could muster. His faded vision caught glimpses of old and young faces but his memory didn't come up with the names. He had no clue why they were there but he was greatful. Words poured out of his mouth but in mumbles and groggling tones. His throat was collapsing. Panicking, Silvyr gripped his neck though there was nothing he could do. The lights dimmed and he heard the own dud of his body slamming into the ground sound out before his mind let go and was swallowed by darkness.

Matt had been regarding everyone as they came in. Not saying anything at all, more or less because there was nothing to say. He did, however, grin at Jack and smile at Khaat. He was unaware whether or not she had told her parents that he had returned. He noticed Shacklebolt and was taken by surprise a little, although he didn't show it. All in all people were finally arriving to the meeting and he figured they may as well wait a little while longer before officially starting. He took a minute to look down at his journal as he stood at the head of the table but he soon had to look up. He had heard a loud bang and a man had entered the room. He realized that his goddaughter was present and he had a few seconds to take action. He scanned the room looking for something to cover him with.

Matt quickly moved towards the man past everyone else and took his suit jacket off. He tossed it over the man. The first thing was make everyone comfortable. He looked the man over, he was unfamiliar to Matt. "Khaat, I could use your help over here." he said loudly. He lifted the mans head with his left hand and pulled out his right with the other, just in case. He needed Khaat to help out, maybe she even knew who this man was. Anyone who could heal him. He trusted Khaat above all right now though. He was dirty, and he really didn't look well. He could be dying.