James felt like he was in a zoo on display, the feeling of a million pairs of eyes sitting upon him. Dumbledore had set up the Hog's Head as an 'informational meeting' of sorts, for people they had all suggested, thought of, and found to be highly trustworthy. These people were going to be offered to put their lives on the line for their dying secret society, and James was surprised as hell that so many had actually shown up.

They were all idiots, he believed.

But then again, they must all think that he and the rest of the original Order (he felt so old, saying that) were out of their minds. To them, the Order was just a bunch of kids who got caught up in a big, ugly mess and were now crying for help. Which it felt like, sometimes, but James wasn't ready to admit that out loud. He wasn't sure if he ever could, which was why he was staying uncharacteristically silent through the whole engagement. He was slumped in one of the booths of the tavern, eyes following the mingling and quite chatter that was going on.

Drinks will be served! Dumbledore had ended jovially, and James had sighed. Part of him felt like a wretched person for getting more and more people involved into the war, but the other, very tired part of him was ready to hand over the reigns and let Voldemort get some new toys to play with.

( OOC )

For a birthday, it sure didn't feel like it.

Normally, birthdays for the Bones children were a big event. The whole family got together and had a party and cake, and they talked and laughed and ate until any of them could barely Apparate home. That was something that her parents had always done for their kids, even though all of them were grown up and married and had families of their own to do that for them now. It was nice, it brought the family together away from their busy and individual lives for a rare moment to revisit their childhood. It was something Amelia had loved, despite that she was now nearly 30 years old and had far outgrown her mum's annual pink-and-yellow princess cakes and fuzzy birthday crown.

On the up side, though, at least it was her birthday she'd ruined first. If it had been Ed's or Jonathan's---well, she didn't need to give either one of her brothers any more reason to hate her than she already had. Not that they would admit to any animosity they were feeling towards her, of course. Merlin, she would have been relieved for either of them to lash out at her for even a second. Amelia knew that they had to blame her, at least a little. Just acting like none of this had happened due to her own actions only made the whole situation that much more painful. That---and the sympathy she had coming from Megan wasn't doing much either. Her sister-in-law, who had been weepy and pregnant and hormonal and doing just about everything she could to try and make things better, had even offered to throw her a party. A party she neither needed nor deserved, and the guilt was driving Amelia up the bloody wall.

That was why she was now sitting home, laying back on the couch and very adamantly refusing to answer any of her family's owls pecking at the kitchen window. Mara, who was sitting supported on her stomach, watched the birds curiously, occasionally giggling and reaching out as if she could touch one. Amelia ran her fingers through the baby's soft curls and sighed in response to the smile on her face. "Oy, at least someone's happy today."

Who: Berkeley & Amelia Doge
What: Late night hospital stays and big name decisions
Where: St. Mungo's
When: Tonight

( Along with...Honoria Nutcombe...that's...that name is quite...honorable? )

WHO: Amelia Bones and Edgar Bones
WHAT: Ed has something to tell his older sister :O
WHERE: Mia's place
WHEN: LMAO like a few days backdated :o The night when the Ministry posted the M.A.G.I.C. Act!

(  As crazy as it all sounded, she didn't think he was lying to her. Her brothers had always been terrible at lying to her face, and Edgar looked serious--no, not just serious, he looked almost grim. )

WHO: Jonathan Bones & Amelia Bones
WHAT: They need to have a talk.
WHEN: Today
WHERE: Jonathan & Megan's place
STATUS: Completing in comments

( 'Amelia, you've only been married for five months. To an *Auror.*' )

Who: The Doges!
What: News!
Where: Amelia's office!
When: Monday at Lunch!

( Pregnant with...concern? )

Who: Amelia Bones-Doge (:]) and Berkeley Doge
What: Late night after party musings
Where: Their bedroom (totally G, you pervs)

( For an auror, he had a lot of small, awkward tendencies )