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We need to talk. Meet me soon.

Padfoot.

Rabastan was in a bad fucking mood.

He'd been in a bad mood for about a week, probably a bit before then because he'd somehow been dragged into decorating the entire bloody manor with his mother. She'd guilted him, to be honest, crying about how she didn't have grandchildren and he snapped that he'd help her put the bloody garland up if she would stop her ridiculous attempts at getting him to procreate.

St. Mungo's was ridiculously obnoxious with its brightly lit corridors and bustling employees. How could anyone possibly be jolly all the fucking time? Rabastan supposed it let him slip in and out of the crowds a bit easier, but still. When you were trying to create a bloody scene to save a man's life (not something he found himself thinking--ever), it became irritating, quickly.

He turned a corner and pulled out his wand, extracting the spell from the walls of the hospital that kept it lit so brightly. Rabastan grinned as the light flashed and turned into darkness, his wand spinning once in his hands.

Well, then.

James sat in the corner of the Order house's living room, bending his shoulders in to fit against the walls. With his knees up and head pushed as far back as he could, it seemed that he was literally trying to disappear between the cracks, to become one with the stagnant, unfeeling wall. He couldn't hear the soft murmuring that was going around the house, he'd tuned himself out of that what felt like ages ago. If he dared pay attention again, it would only force him to listen to the crying and horrible mutterings of the rest of the Order. The only reason he'd left the house was to await any sort of news from the Longbottoms, who had apparently come up with a valid way to capture Travers, the fucking bastard---

"James."

His eyes lifted to stare up at Emmeline Vance, who was far too dressed up to be here.

"Why are you wearing that?" he muttered. She looked down at the green dress and sighed, pulling at the ponytail that looked like it'd been done and undone a hundred times.

"I was at Jugson's wedding when--everything."

"Oh." James looked down and across the living room to try and garner the other members' faces. He didn't want to deal with them, but felt this unnerving need to. "What?" he asked when Emmeline didn't move.

"I took a calming serum from the basement," she said quietly, "for--Anneliese, my friend? She's--Jugson, and...pregnant, and--"

"Fine."

He watched her twitch and then she turned to cross the room again, and James' gaze dropped back down to the ground. What the hell did it matter, anyway? Not like they did any sort of good any more, the Order. They'd let one of their own get taken, right out from under their noses. What was the point?

( OOC )

"Say cheese!"

Alice set the camera on its timer and rushed forward to slide under Frank's arm. The room filled with a chorus of 'CHEESE' and a loud grumbling of 'No' as the flash nearly blinded everyone in the room.

"Goodness, Alice," Emmeline Vance mumbled, pressing her hands into her eyes. Alice blinked a few times to try and rid her vision of the rainbow-colored spots and hurried (well, stumbled, wow--that flash was very bright) back to the camera to catch the picture as it fell out of the front. Swiftly, she held it up to watch it come into focus and instantly her vision was cleared. Oh, see. They were such a lovely bunch, even if a few of them hated each other.

You were allowed to hate someone and still look lovely together, Alice believed.

"Okay! Well!" She waved her free hand around, anyone who wanted to look at the picture (though she could probably make copies! Ooh--) could come up and snatch it away from her...not without a fight, of course, "Food is---"

Alice watched as the group immediately dispersed toward the food and drinks and other activities she and Frank and Marlie had managed to set up in the Longbottom's rather expanse backyard. Yes, the Order, while amazing crime fighters, also had the keenest sense of of smell and taste--or was it just they were really hungry?

"All you've got to do is laugh at her jokes and like...talk!"

Peter repated this to himself in his best mocking 'James Potter' voice, pacing around his apartment as he ran his hands back and forth through his hair, trying to get himself to calm down enough. He had already ordered the food he would be taking to Dexter's place, and he was jsut waiting it to get to him before he coukld bring it to her. He had ordered Italian food, being that it was the first menu he had picked up, but because he didn't know what she liked, he had basically ordered pasta of different sorts with almost every sauce that was available. Alfredo, Vodka Sauce, Tomato, Marinara, etc. She said she was good with basically everything, but he just wasn't sure, so he wanted to be safe.

"Maybe I should just tell her I'm sick...like, I just came down with a sudden virus...aaah, no then they wouldn't ever let me live it down, and then I'd feel bad and I'd probably wind up running into her all the time, and-"

Oh, Peter was SO glad that there was a knock on the door, because he probably would have kept talking to himself. It wasn't like he always walked around having full conversations with well, him, but he did when he was nervous. And damn it, right now he was nervous.

Opening the door, he took the many many bags that the man had brought and paid him before he brought everything inside, taking out the food. He charmed one bag so it would hold everything, and made it weigh less so he could lift it and not look like he was really really weak...and also, so the bag wouldn't break. Of course.

Peter swallowed before he ran into the bathroom, fixing his hair and his shirt before he grabbed his wand that was on the table, and the bag ( he was almost sure he was going to forget it at home ) before he apparated to the front of Dexter's building. Oh, it looked really big from where he was standing. Maybe it was just his imagination, like the building was something huge and intimidating because his situation right now was huge and intimidating. Maybe. Then again Peter wasn't a very tall or large guy, so it could just be his perspective. Anyway.

Stepping to the door, he paused for about 5 minutes before he got up the nerve to push the buzzer. The noise made his stomach twist, now even more nervous than he was before. Honestly, you'd think he would be braver than this, being a Gryffindor and all. But he just wasn't used to girls paying any attention to him. Being surrounded by Remus, James, and Sirius, kind of deflated a guys ego.

Hearing the door unlock, he froze, but then opened the door and climbed up to the second floor, fixing his hair once again, almost tripping up the last step because he wasn't paying attention. Brows furrowed as he looked behind him, as though something was there that had tripped him, but no. No there wasn't. He was just a clutz. He sighed and turned around, stepping towards Dexter's door, taking another few seconds that felt like hours just to raise his hand and knock on the door.

Here we go.