Order Meeting #2

Matt had told everyone at the previous meeting that there was to be a new meeting today. That meeting had been not very productive. The organization had been split into groups, people who want a spy and people who didn't. Matt had made a decision over the few days. He had thought long and hard about it but he was sure she was going to be good. Albeit, they had their disagreements he had to put business first. She was the right choice. She maybe just needed some motivation.

He entered the kitchen of Number 12, he had been staying in one of the rooms. When he didn't feel like a hotel he would always drop by and stay a few nights. He was wearing a sweater, jeans, and a pair of brown leather shoes. He sighed as he tossed his work pad and pencil on the table. "Let's hope this one's a good one." he muttered to himself. He had been feeling fairly down lately, it wasn't fun.

Silvyr looked out of his window at the clouds that moved across the sky. He had been sitting at his desk in the same position for hours. A small piece of paper was levitating over his palm, spinning slowly, and constantly changing directions. In his mind, Silvyr had been considering the possibilities of ending his prior commitments but he knew there was no way he would be able to get out easily. There was only one way to exit the individuals employment and that was going to take years. He had been contemplating a single question while he dismissively stared at the dark sky, "Is any of this worth it?"

Leah jumped off of the bed and stretched breaking Silvyr's concentration. The piece of folded paper fell to his palm at his silent command. He motioned to his owl, Chouette. In a quick yet flawless motion the owl spread it wings and sailed over to the table. Silvyr tied the note onto her leg and closed the window behind her departure.

The candles in Silvyr's room went out at his wand less command. The familiar feeling of Leah's side brushed his leg which signaled that she was ready to leave. A second later the two were gone leaving the room cold and vacant.
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Silvyr appeared in the living room of the old home of the Order. The familiar musky smell filled his nostrils and made him feel warm and welcomed. He looked around quickly and spotted Lestrange as the only other member to arrive so far. Walking over to a chair, Silvyr pulled it out and prepared to get comfortable before speaking for the first time in hours. "Good evening. I guess this must be one of the perks that comes with being housed by the leader of the Order. It's seemingly impossible to be late." Silvyr said with a smile to the casually dressed though slightly haggered looking Lestrange.

Susan made sure Meghan and Margred were asleep in bed and the fourteen year old homeschooled witch from down the street was settled in. She prayed nothing would happen where she would not return home; she couldn’t bear the thought of the thought of the ten year old twin girls being alone again. She told herself not to think about that. Bristol was a safe place; nothing would happen to them here. She honestly believed these twins were safer than her four other children in Hogwarts. Amelia had been home for two weeks after reinjuring her head injury.

Susan would have typically thought nothing of Amelia’s behavior when she had been home but she was more alert now than ever. She noticed Amelia was having very dark and bloody nightmares as was Megan and Margred. One thing was clear to Susan that all three kids were having dreams focused on Claire, Amelia and Edgar. Megan and Margred didn’t even know Claire or who Amelia and Edgar were and they were dreaming of bloody goory deaths. The thing was Claire wasn’t dead. She began to wonder if Megan and Margred were seers, it was possible, but it could be that they are so young that they aren’t close-minded enough not to block of such dreams. The odd thing was Amelia was having the same dreams. Amelia certainly was not a Seer but was it possible that her Astral Project was making her more open minded. One thing was clear to Susan her oldest daughter was in grave danger. She knew she had to bring this up at the meeting. It may just be a dream but she doubted it, something was up.

She was about to leave for Number 12 when she noticed it, a black cat with red eyes in the front yard starring at her through the window. She backed up nearly falling into a china cabinet. She went to find the teenage girl to send her home but she was gone with the back door open. She grabbed Megan and Margred and took them to her parents’ house by driving the muggle car she had gotten for a situation where wizarding transportation was a bad idea. She left the girls with her father and mother feeling better about leaving them there. She sent a letter to the girl’s parents, hoping the girl was alright.

Susan arrived in the kitchen of Number 12, she had been a bit off from where she was trying to go but she didn’t mind too much. Apparition wasn’t her strong suit. She made her way to the living room. She didn’t recognize either men, she had missed a few meetings since the whole divorce thing then Amelia nearly dying on her happened. She sat

“Susan Bones. We have meet somewhere along the line, I’m not good at remember names. I missed the last Order meeting due to a circumstance with my daughter,” she announced. She knew she would bring up the nightmares and the black cat later. One thing at a time.

Jake cursed to himself in his head. He was supposed to be a part of the Order yet he missed the first meeting, that was a totally smart thing to do. He rolled his eyes at himself and sighed. He could probably just blame it on work but the other members were probably just as busy if not even busier than him and they probably made it to the last meeting anyways. He was just a slacker. But he hoped to change that from now on.

He appeared in the kitchen of Number 12 and he looked around. Apparation sure did come in handy, but he never liked to use it much. He only used now, because he didn't want to be late to this meeting. He didn't see anyone in there, so he made his way to the living room. Or tried to at least, he almost got lost, which was something that shouldn't have happened. The place wasn't that big, so it was pretty dumb if he got lost. Luckily he was able to notice that someone was there that he could follow and it led him to the living room. "Uh .. Hello." he said somewhat awkwardly as he entered the room.

OOC: Hit, it's in the kitchen xD

Jack was hesitant about immediately responding to the call for the next meeting, as she was very opposed to the idea of arriving there first and risking attempted homicide on their temporary leader- and she said temporary not because Jess was soon to return, but because it was only a matter of time before the two of them snapped and duked it out, and she did not plan on losing.

So when she arrived, she was pleasantly surprised to see others had arrived before her- that was a first. She entered the kitchen and clapped a hand on Jake Collins back, before heading to the table to sit down. "Make yourself at home, mate. Relax." She supposed ignoring Matt's existence could possibly get her through the meeting.

She had never been good at playing dumb though. She was sure she would burst soon enough.

Matt had found comfort in a glass of brandy before members began to arrive. As Silvyr arrived he gave him a short smile as he finished his drink. He flicked his wand and it floated over to the sink landing with a thud. He had shadows under his eyes and a smile was going to be very uncommon this meeting. He knew Jack would be coming, and he knew she wanted to see him less than he wanted to see her. He was afraid of how they would interact during this meeting. He nodded as Susan Bones found her way to the kitchen. He had met her before, never casually however. He let his eyes fall to the notepad placed in front of him again with a very half assed version of an agenda.

Another young man arrived. A fresh graduate probably. Matt didn't even look at the new entrant. He wanted to talk as little was permitted tonight. Although he needed to keep order in this meeting. But low and behold she arrived. Matt sensed her presence before she entered the kitchen. She was ignoring him. That was good, he didn't mind that much. Had the circumstances been different and his present mood been more animated he might have given her a cold stare. But not this time, he simply avoided eye contact. They would have to wait for more people before they began the meeting.

Damon ran into the meeting thinking he was late and ended landing flat on his back after triping over his own feet. His dog however looked at him like he was an idiot as he came in the kitchen after Damon got back to his feet. "Sorry I thought I was late and I would have put the dog back in my home but left my key at home. If my head wasn't attached id probably lose that too." Damon sat down at the table as his dog laid down beside him and instantly was asleep. "If he farts I apologize in advance for that, I'm just saying. Again matt I'm sorry I had to drag him here but he'll be a good boy I promise."

The engine roared as James landed his motorbike outside number 12 Grimmauld Place, the tires screeching in protest, as James had misjudged his speed; landing harder than he meant. He patted his constant companion on the head, removing the helmet and goggles from his little cat, and placing them in the saddle bag. Sure, a simple repelling charm would be sufficient to keep bugs and any other tiny objects from flying into his cat's eyes, but Doom just simply looked too charming and cute with the helmet on.

"Can't imagine the Order appreciating such a flashy appearance," James murmured to his feline partner, stretching out an arm to allow Doom to clamber up to his place on his shoulder, "then again, when has subtlety ever been my strong suit?"

With Doom now placed in his seat of honor, James climbed the steps and opened the door to Headquarters. Upon arriving in the kitchen, James paused and Doom gave a quiet hiss. Now who in the world brought a dog to the meeting?

Scratching his cat's chin in a placating manner, James seated himself far from the canine intruder.

Here comes the boom.

Louis walked, somewhat slowly, on the sidewalk on the side of Number 12 Grimmauld place. It was the second order meeting, and Louis felt less tense then he had last time. He had given his opinion last time, and nobody had messed with him for being a rookie. He was fine, but if the order meeting went like the last wine, Louis would either

A) Stay calm
B) Resign from the order.
C) Erupt like a volcano, and go crazy.

But he hoped he had the self control to stay calm, as he zipped up his jacket, he rubbed his eyes, from only getting half an hour of sleep, and then that day, running around doing the auror thing. Louis had to himself admit, his dreams of being an auror had been like every teenagers, a good cop/bad cop movie, with action packed sequences, and always escaping death, through some fluke. Which the last part had been true for Louis, he had escaped nearly getting killed in the last week, more than he had taking part in the battle for Hogwarts, or the battle for Grimmauld place, or even the fight in the
class room he had during his sixth year.

As he walked inside, he saw Matt, which Louis hoped that Matt knew what he was doing, Jack, who he had known ever since sixth year or fifth, he didn't quite remember. And then there was James, Louis' cousin, probably one of his more favorite ones, though he loved them all the same, he favored some more. As he walked into the kitchen, he flicked James' ear, getting into next to Jack.

Joseph gets the message of the meeting sort of late. He was hesitant on going to the meeting, seeing as he has been quite absent lately. He sighed but opened the door to Number 12 Grimmauld Place anyway. He walked in quieting his steps and walked into the kitchen. Joseph noted a couple of people here already. I'm not so late, then. He goes to take a seat at the table and nods at everybody. "Sorry, I've been a bit absent. I apologize." He folds his hands on the table in front of him and stares at his hands not knowing what to say next.