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Even when she'd been a Death Eater, Caelani had never had much time for the Order of the Phoenix.  They spent far too much time running around like headless chickens, as she recalled. However, their stronghold had finally been taken out and Calli had a fair idea who must have done that.  Most Death Eaters were hung up on destroying the Order completely, and Calli was hung up on destroying Death Eaters.

It was just fortunate that Claudia had taught her the patronus trick.  Without it, she would probably have to go and abduct the Lupin woman again, and that would give everyone entirely the wrong impression.

So she waited until the silvery stream from her wand had congealed into its familiar wildcat form before giving it her instructions to pass on.

"You guys do know Phoenixes are supposed to rise from the ashes, right?" she said.  "Just, follow the cat."

Of course, now she'd have to wait for them to find their way here, because unlike the Death Eaters, they couldn't simply apparate in.  That was inconvenient.  Caelani wondered how much of a fuss they'd put up if she tried to give them all a light mark.  A lot?  Probably a lot.

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Having a summer birthday was, in some ways, both a blessing and a curse. It meant that the boys were some of the youngest in their year, but it also meant that they could celebrate outside the confines of Hogwarts' grounds. And turning seventeen was nothing if not a brilliant reason to celebrate. They could apparate now, which was undoubtedly helpful for Apollo in his apprenticeship, and it meant he could meet Ace wherever for their continued attempts at figuring out what to do with the PA.

They only had a year left to save it, after all.

Luckily, she was over at his flat when the patronus arrived, as they were eating lunch and debating whether or not it was worth trying to set up a practice now that most of the students involved had gotten rid of the Trace. The cat bounded through the wall and stopped in front of them, and Christian almost couldn't believe it.

His eyes darted to Ace, trying to determine if she knew the voice or not. Someone from the Order wanted them to come for a meeting? Merlin, what for?

But the cat didn't seem interested in waiting, which was fair enough. They had places to be. So he snatched up his wand, entirely unsure how long this trip to the meeting spot would take. After all, Grimmuald was hardly an option now, was it? So he gestured for Ace to follow after first, prepared to just apparate them to catch up to the cat now and again. Hey, it was practice.

But luckily, it wasn't as tiring as expected, and they arrived outside of some museum. Before them, a ginger-haired man had arrived and was looking thoroughly confused. Particularly when he noticed that two teenagers were following along behind the same message.

Christian recognized him easily, though. That pub owner-slash-professor's friend. The one that got in trouble all the time. Merlin help them all. Still, he opened the door despite knowing Ace would rather do it herself, and followed them down into the room the cat led them to before dissipating.

Blinking, he looked around, a frown pulling at his face. What was this? And who on earth was that blonde woman? He gripped his wand a bit tighter, wondering for a moment whether they'd just walked into a huge mistake.

(This is during the summer? If not please say so I can edit the post)

Once upon a time, summer was Charlotte's favorite time in the year. It meant she will finally leave that boring school and be with her friends.
But this summer, she kinda misses school. During her sixth year there, she finally met some friends. She even misses Clair, even if he was only a trouble for her.

This morning she decided to meer Alice. Alice is her old friend, they particulary know each other since they were just kids.
While she was going to Alice, she saw one cat next to the Leaky Cauldron.
It wasn't actually a cat, it was just form of cat made of light. Now she know enough about magic to recognize patronus.

The cat was looking directly at her, like if she wanted something for her. And then, just like that cat decided to go into the Leaky Cauldron.
Charlotte decided to follow her. She put of her want because, to be honest she was now old enough to realize there is no place where she is safe. Except maybe Hogwarts. So she was caring her wand wherever she goes.

Once cat stoped walking, Charlotte was in the strange room.
There were people she doesn't know but then, she saw Ace and Christian. SHe approached to tame with confusion written all over her face.

"Hi guys." She smiled a little bit. "Do you know what we are doing here?"

Terry began to feel suspicious as the patronus neared the Bittel Museum. He had worked with Tifanie Bittel briefly, and he knew this wasn't her patronus. Of course, the building was open to the public, so anyone could have called them all here. That was precisely why his wand was drawn as he stepped into the room.

The scene before him wasn't at all what Terry had been expecting. He had been prepared for a run of the mill meeting, or possibly, to be set upon by a group of Death Eaters. But there were children here looking just as bewildered as he was feeling. Children were never allowed at Order meetings. They all knew Potter's Army existed, but they pretended they didn't, and certainly didn't encourage them.

His gaze moved from Alice and her friends, searching for the person who'd called them here. It didn't take a lot of effort. The family resemblance was strong enough that the blonde at the far end of the room must have been Tifanie's sister. The one who was supposed to be missing. And if there was any doubt, there was the mark on her left arm, which was not at all concealed by the sleeves of her summer dress.

Terry did not put away his wand as he walked further into the room to lean against a wall, presumably others would be arriving soon. But he also didn't demand an explanation. The patronus' message had implied that she wanted to reform the Order, so unless she suddenly attacked, he'd wait.

Percy had reason to know the patronuses of all of the members of the Order of the Phoenix. He did not recognise this one. Neither did he recognise the irritated voice delivering the message, so there was no thought of not investigating this anomaly.

Following the patronus through the streets of London without attracting attention wasn't an easy task, but it was especially galling that it turned out to be taking him to the Magical History Museum. It was then that Percy really began to suspect who had sent that message.

The caracal disintegrated outside the door in an underground hallway, but he hesitated before going inside. The Bittel girl was an unknown factor. Everyone knew she'd lead the Death Eaters, but how she'd managed to gain their loyalty had never been clear. What could it mean if she wanted The Order's attention?

Caelani nodded to the one who kept his wand out. At least all of The Order weren't stupid. Meanwhile, there was somebody dithering outside.

"Find out who that is and bring them in here," she ordered the children.

She looked around the room, which didn't take long because the room was rather large, bare except for a few shelves at the back, and there were only six people in it. Seven, if you counted the person in the hallway.

"This is a rather disappointing turnout," she commented. "I have to admit, I'd expected you all to be a bit more anxious to find out who burnt down your headquarters."

Christian frowned as the blonde turned her snappy commands towards those from Potter's Army who had shown up. He stayed put, figuring Charlotte might actually do it. Mainly, though, he didn't trust whoever this woman was, considering nobody had really greeted her properly. If they didn't know her - or worse, if they didn't like her - he wasn't going to turn his back on them.

But it was the man Christian and Ace had followed in who spoke up.

"Excuse me?" He started, glaring at her. "Are you saying that's why you're here?"

The hairs on Christian's arms stood up. Was this some kind of trap? The hand not holding his wand twitched a little, itching to reach out for Ace's arm even though he was certain the movement wouldn't go unnoticed completely.

"If this is your version of a threat, you're sorely outnumbered," Henry added.

Percy figured the jig was up when he heard Bittel tell someone to 'bring them in here'. He wasn't about to be humiliated by being fetched, so he pushed the door open, just in time to see Henry threaten her.

He was unsure whether to intervene. On one hand, he doubted she'd meant it as a threat (although her burning down Grimmauld Place wasn't entirely unbelievable). On the other, he didn't want to seem like he was supporting her. He didn't even know what she wanted yet.

But the gentleman in him (or was it the Hogwarts prefect?) insisted that Henry shouldn't go about threatening young women.

Percy cleared his throat.

"Miss Bittel formerly led the Death Eaters, Henry," he said. "I doubt she'd invite her enemies into a room just to threaten them."

Ace Longbottom fell back into business easier than an alcoholic fell back into drinking - and her tendency to do so was probably on par with addiction. Summer had given her the chance to breathe, and she had even slept in a few times. She had been taking a break for Real Work by tending to the accounts and schedules of Christian's shop, which was sort of a fun hobby of hers, when they were called into action.

Christian's look was unnecessary. Would there be any doubt she'd at least like to investigate?

What was strange was how quiet the usually outspoken Hufflepuff had become. The year had been long and ever since she had taken on Potter's Army, she had learned a lot. This wasn't like the summer where she defiantly told Declan Arryn that his apathy was just as bad as hostility, despite the fact that she could have been signing the death certificate on Potter's Army before they ever resurrected it. She had learned a few things, and shutting up so she could properly observe was one of them.

Her skin prickled in the presence of Bittel - this woman was undeniably a Death Eater. Her hand remained where it was in her jacket, fingers curled around her wand because, Trace-Be-Damned, vigilance was the lifeblood of her heart.

So focused was she, she didn't even have time to be irritated that Waldorf was there.

The whole stay quiet so she could observe thing was working (two exits nearby, 4 blunt instruments to her left, a memorization of Bittel's face and clothes) but soon tested by the woman's command to herself, Christian, and Charlotte. Her face clouded over, chest swelling, and anyone who knew her knew that a tirade of indignation was soon to follow.

But the other man there was quick to it, and they were joined again by a new figure, and a more familiar one. Though Ace was probably least connected to Percy of all the Weasley adults, she did find some comfort in the familiar, sturdy presence.

And then in stumbled Jack Dyllan.

Jack had been doing her job - or rather, doing someone else's job, as Bishop kept reminding her. But there was some murkiness into Márcio Álvarez's case... Though Bishop would argue that apprehending was certainly an Auror issue, nothing mysterious about it. But she had been at the right place and the right time.

Evidence of their duel was in the blackened marks around her hairline, a growing bruise under her chin, and the extra frizziness to her usually unkept mane of red hair. The patronus had found her late, side effect of all the apparating she had to do to get Álvarez into custody but here she was and, boy, did she have a few questions.

She strode in as Percy spoke and she shrugged, twirling her wand as she did so. "I dunno, that's all either side seems to do nowadays - threaten. Though, someone did decide to skip the threats and jump right into arson, so what do I know." Her eyes fell on Bittel. "Nice of you to take an interest in our predicament."

Dealing with the Order of the Phoenix was a lot different than dealing with the Death Eaters. The Death Eaters were easy to control; you just had to keep them in fear. Getting the Order on side was going to require winning their trust, a far more difficult task.

Caelani tossed her head so her hair flicked behind her shoulder.

"At least someone appreciates it," she replied to Jack, letting the girl's sarcasm go.

"Just so you know," she said, mainly to Henry Tross, "I didn't burn down that mouldering old house. Though Merlin knows, whoever did did us all a favour. That place was an eyesore. Even if I was going to do something like that, feindfyre isn't my style."

"And I don't threaten people."

She walked to the centre of the room, where she conjured up a table for them all. Circular, because, you know, symbolism.

"What I meant was there hasn't been any talk on the grapevine about retributions against, well, anyone really," she said, taking a seat. "I suppose that could mean you're being magnanimous, but back when I was a Death Eater, the Order wouldn't have just lain back and taken something like this."