What kind of magic spell to use?

She saw someone who is Death Eater.
You know, someone wouldn't pay much attention to that, but Charlotte did.
Because this blonde woman was the first Death Eater she ever saw in her life.
And she was scared. At least her parents will get worried if she doesn't come home, right? Which means, she is safe. Right?

Che wasn't even sure what they are talking about. Was something ruined? Some building perhaps? She wasn't sure.
But she was sure in one thing and that is, people here obviously doesn't trust to this woman.
So, why she was the one who told them all to come here? Who is she? And more important, what the hell she wants?

Terry sat down and set his wand on the table in front of him.

"You're not a Death Eater now, then," he said, more to reinforce the concept than out of any real curiosity.

The Order had a way of attracting members with very firm ideas of right and wrong, but you couldn't grow up in a dorm with Michael and Anthony without your worldview becoming a lot greyer.  That she had changed her mind didn't surprise Terry, no matter what the others in this room might be thinking.

"I was under the impression they gave out strictly lifetime memberships."

Caelani shrugged. So far, this guy was her favourite. Or possibly her least favourite. She hadn't decided yet. He seemed the smartest person of the group, and she'd never been very fond of intelligent people. They were so much more difficult to outwit.

"I suppose they're a bit more flexible about it when you're the one in charge," she said.

"Speaking of being in charge, are the rest of you going to take a seat, or are you going to just let the Death Eaters do as they please from now on?" she asked the rest of the room.

She turned casually back to the blond.

"I didn't catch your name?"

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Okay everyone. No need to keep to posting order. I want to wrap this thread up.

Jack somehow doubted that Caelani was really with the Death Eaters, but it wasn’t just Death Eaters who had an agenda. She wasn’t sure what the blonde woman was after, but if she was hoping for information offered willingly, she wasn’t getting it from Jack. She might have been impulsive in her youth (and still struggled to reign that in) but she had learned to keep a secret or two.

There was someone else there, however, who had not yet learned that lesson.

“Well some of us don’t have any rights in this wonky world to do anything about it,” Ace quipped, eyes stormy and balled up hands quivering. She had never been accused of laziness or apathy. “The Ministry aren’t exactly helpful in these matters, and they had it all ‘cleaned up’ immediately and are ‘currently investigating.’ We’re shut out.”

Perhaps Percy Weasley was Caelani's least favourite. His sharp admonishment to the girl brought an indulgent smile to her lips. As though he'd done something not overly clever, but amusing nonetheless.

But her attention went to the girl. She was already all wound up, and the Weasley was right about her blurting out more than she should. If this were the Death Eaters, Caelani would have hexed her for being so stupid.

Unfortunately, Calli needed an ally, even if it was just a child. She needed someone who trusted her, and it was ridiculously easy to see which of the girl's strings to pull. Lessons in deception could happen later.

"That's why I'm here," she said. "Besides, isn't the Order of the Phoenix supposed to be about giving rights to those whose voices aren't being heard?"

There had once been a time when Hallie herself had momentarily led the Order, been the one to cast the patronus to summon the motley crew. Now Hallie spent most of her time appreciating what life had to offer. She was that inundated with work at the Ministry she'd grown to enjoy the finer things in life: Strawberries, hiking, swimming in a nearby lake, enjoying the hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley. Naturally, however, a lioness wont keep her head down when her cubs are being threatened.

The patronus had been cryptic, so cryptic that Hallie didn't even recognise it to have belonged to anyone in the Order. There was something to either be suspicious about or something brewing. Whichever the circumstance Hallie wanted to be in on the action.

Finally arriving at the location Hallie opened the door and entered the room, a hand on her concealed wand. However, there was no need to withdraw it. Her second suspicion had been right: Something was brewing. A few faces of the Order glanced at her as she closed the door behind her and not just members of the Order but younger faces too. Potters Army? Having been a recruit herself Hallie felt a sudden youthful burn inside of her.

'Sorry I'm late,' She called to the room, walking to stand behind a couple of seated Potters Army members. 'What have I missed?'

Oh! Oh, so this was why The Order of the Phoenix was such an utter shambles. It was okay with them to arrive late. They didn't mind spending all their time catching people up. Well, Caelani could live with that. She didn't mind catching people up sometimes.

"Mainly the part where your organisation was taken over by a wanted criminal," she said.

"Now, I understand that you're used to doing things a certain way. What I like to think of as the wrong way. And I understand that The Order is supposed to be a haven of virtue and light, but to be quite honest, that's no excuse for bad time keeping. So next time you pull something like this, I might have to start considering designs for a Light Mark."

She looked around the assembled crew, such as it was.

"For everyone," she clarified.

Hallie swallowed at the words 'your organisation', for some reason it felt as though Bittel was an outsider, not one of them and that feeling didn't settle right with Hallie. But then again she wasn't one of them, her motives appeared different. This woman lived in a world where there was right or wrong, on time or late. Already Hallie could sense the two might clash a little, being towards the more free spirit that she was.

'Well I would have been here sooner had I known the exact location and not had to follow a patronus.' Hallie replied, 'Although our usual place has been burnt to the ground, so excuse me for being a little late.'

It probably hadn't helped that Hallie had been stuck in the office the past two days and her energy had been siphoned from a lack of adventure and activity. None the less the auror was probably not completely in the right for expressing her feelings but when was Hallie one to hold back on how she felt?

Things were changing and Hallie wasn't sure she liked the direction in which they were heading.

Terry shuddered at the mention of a light mark, though without time to consider, he couldn't place exactly what he found so revolting about the whole idea.

"I'm Terry," he interjected with the answer to Bittel's earlier question, while shooting a warning look at Hallie.

Whether she'd take the hint, or even understand it, he didn't know. The way she was baiting Caelani, it was like she didn't really think the other woman would go through with her threat. Maybe that's what she thought. Most of the Order were Gryffindors, and that was such a Gryffindor way to act. Or maybe she didn't mind getting branded, so long as she got to have her say. Terry minded.

"Hey Terry," Calli allowed herself to be distracted.

Definitely favourite.  The inconvenient intelligence was made up for by the glare he'd just given the new girl, she decided.  Maybe he'd even become an ally, given time.

She angled herself a little more toward him.

"You seem smart, Terry.  Where would you start if you wanted to find out who burnt up Grimmauld Place?" she asked.