Order of Broomsticks

Michael walked into The Three Broomsticks and ordered some butter beer. He payed for the drink and walked over to a vacant table. He was drinking and he noticed it was very crowded and noisy. He got up and tried to walk through the crowd but people were pushing. "Hey watch out!" I said angrily to an obnoxiousness man bustling by. Over the crowd, he spotted a friend from the order.
"Hermione, is it?" he asked.

She and Ron had spent the day looking at the humble real estate Hogsmeade had to offer. With Hermione's new job and Ron able to apparate or floo to work from practically anywhere in the country, it just made more sense to relocate closer to the school. Not to mention that it was simply smarter to have as many Order members as possible living close by after the recent attacks.

What she hadn't expected, and perhaps it was naive since there had just been a big battle and everything, was to be ambushed by another Order member while Ron was up at the bar buying lunch. That was the thing about the Order these days. There were so many members; it hardly felt like the same organization any more.

She blushed when the man asked her name, certain he already knew it perfectly well and was just trying to get the conversation started.

"Yes," she confirmed. "I'm afraid I missed your name?"

Michael had indeed just gotten the conversation started just by asking her name. He saw that she blushed while asked.

"My name is Michael. Michael Adams," he said.

Its seems order members seemed to be spread all over the place. Michael ran into them at least once a week, that is when they don't have a meeting the same week.