ORDER OF THE PHOENIX MEETING {JUNIOR & FULL}

[` MISS SAMMY !]

LEADER = HARRY POTTER
DISCUSSIONS = FUTURE PLANS,
ISSUES = DEFENSE, ROWAN & THE DE's.

MEMBERS AND JUNIOR MEMBERS MAY ATTEND.

ANYONE MAY BEGIN

SETTING: NUMBER 12 GRIMMAULD PLACE

[shabam]

Sasha had found an owl the other day that announced a meeting of some sort for the Order of the Phoenix, and as a junior member it was her duty to come. It had to be on a day when she was busy, but as a member she had to make time for it whether she had plans or not. Sasha walked into the room, it was beautifuly decorated and was perfect for a meeting. Nobody was there at the time, the room was empty like it had been abandoned just seconds before she had arrived. Even candles had been lit, someone had to have been there already, it only made sense. Sasha was wearing a nice button down pink blouse with a white knee length skirt and her white high heels.

"Hm, wonder where everyone else is," Sasha said looking around the room, it was silent Sasha just leaned back in a chair and relaxed. There were quite a few topics they needed to talk about, especially about their lack of leadership in the Order. She crossed her legs and tapped her fingers along a long wooden table as if she was in a meeting, this started out rather boring as she thought more and more about what was needed to be disscussed. She was slowly closing her eyes sitting there for minutes wondering if anyone besides her would ever show up. She was tempted to leave, if nobody showed up and she waited in this place for hours when Sasha had other things to do, it would not be on her good side.

"A new leader would help with arriving on time," Sasha mumbled to herself, it seemed like hours had went by already although it had been a few minutes. Sasha huffed as her head fell to the table her arms wrapped underneath them as she laid her head down. She was slowly falling asleep, Sasha yawned closing her eyes letting herself slowly drift off into her own little world. Even in there she was busy all she could think about was the stuff she needed to do especially the exam paper that needs turned in tomorrow. All she did in her dream was write the paper and keep writing it over and over again, it was slowly going to drive her crazy, but all she needed to do was to wake up.

[DAHLIA YVETTE DE LUCA]

I AM THE WORDS WHEN YOU ARE SILENT, I AM THE COMFORT WHEN YOU'RE GONE
I AM THE THOUGHT BEHIND YOUR ACTIONS
I'M ON THE END OF YOUR LAST BREATH
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Even from here she could hear the slight mutterings of someone else in the room that was her final destination, and as her feet ate up the distance between her and the meeting space, her heels clicking loudly on the stone floor she found herself hoping it was someone she liked. Of course with a organization such as this she didn't have any enemies, but who knew how long it would take for others to turn up, if she was stuck in there with someone she didn't know, or one of the older members she would undoubtedly feel slightly awkward and start dithering, not something that she enjoyed doing. Such a habit made her want to slap herself in the face, so surely no one else could enjoy it.

Trying to push away any worries she pulled her head high, fixed a dashing smile upon her blood red lips that had been covered in a thin layer of gloss to enhance them, she one more fixed her attentions of the meeting at hand. It had been called only recently and was no doubt going to address the matters that were becoming slowly inescapable, and Dahlia wouldn't have been surprised if Harry wanted to discuss the problem of the Ball. Dahlia herself had been apprehensive of having so many important figures in one room and the thought of Meissa Riddle being stood only a few feet away from Professor Rowan was more than a worrying situation.

Spotting the door she fixed her hair, pushing the curls into a much more manageable state before she would have to be seen fully. Of course she had made an effort, she always did for things like this, not only had she only recently been allowed to become a full member, but her heritage always seemed to make her stand out. With a family full of Death Eaters she was of course a questionable ally and she had heard many whisper about how trust worthy she really was. Yet then again, any who had actually met her, knew that she was as genuine with her hatred of both the Death Eaters and Rowan's Army as she was with her hatred of her family. It all meant she was slightly self conscious as she pushed open the doors, but her extra effort of course was also because she wanted to impress, there were a number of very attractive Order members that had always caught her attention, not to mention Teddy Lupin, but apparently he was too old for her... not that she would ever let that stop her advances.

Already cheered up, the smile had turned genuine and she pushed open the door easily, ready for what was to greet her, except the sight of a familiar blonde head. Her breath stopped slightly short and she felt a frown descend upon her lips as she recognized Sasha Grawl. Of course she had known the junior's would be invited too, she just hadn't expected the blonde to be the first, and she hadn't expected to have been forced to converse. After all, Dahlia was still feeling rather annoyed with the girls behavior on their last encounter when she had completely blown Dahlia's lack of love for Quidditch out of proportion. If she had been a bitch, Dahlia would have docked her points, but as it was, she was giving the girl the benefit of the doubt. Lucky for Dahlia however, the girl was sat in an odd position and evidently not complete awake, maybe she'd be unnoticed until someone else arrived.

After a few moments however it was beginning plain awkward and she wasn't a hundred percent happy with the fact that Sasha was snoozing during an important meeting, even if the rest were here or not. Evening Sasha, she finally forced out, though there was a slightly icy air to the words.

[ASHLEY ELIZABETH RIDER]

London, beautiful London in the evening. She wasn't here to be like the many young muggle's. Get to some party, get drunk and who know what else they would. She had apparated herself here, of course no one saw and she hadn't been in hogwarts obviously, and now she stood here. She could either apparate further to her destination or she could take a little walk trough muggle London. She had lived eleven years thinking she was a muggle, or at least some normal rich kid, but she wasn't. She had been happy when she got her letter, maybe now with what was going on. With the fact that they had the death eaters and Rowan's army to worry about she looked at the muggles and saw that they actually didn't have anything to worry about. Good for them.

She even looked like a muggle but that wasn't something she found a bad thing. Her outfit were normal muggle clothes. Some jeans a black top and because it was evening and quite chilly she also wore a gray vest kind of thing. It all and all looked nice. Ooh and heels of course, Ashley liked wearing heels. She heard the sound of music, laughter (probably some drunk guys) catcalls (to herself and some other girls) and more of those noises as she left the part of young muggle London. They had no clue of anything that was going on right under their noses.

She made sure that she could be seen by no one and she apparated, yet again, but this time to another part of London. She didn't go directly to Grimmauld place. She liked to walk, made her feel normal. Well normal as muggles might see normal because she was a normal witch. There were a few things that muggles invented that Ashley couldn't see her life if they weren't in it. A watch was one of them and she had one checking the time she knew that it would be time to go to the meeting. It wouldn't have started by now, there was sometime. But still better be early then late.

She went trough the door, another wonderful muggle invention (apparating was handy but horrible). This place looked normal from the outside, just another house in London right? No wrong this was a magical house in London, not at all like it looked from the outside. As she entered she heard someone else speak, thank god she wasn't the first one, introduction as it sounded to her. Was she wrong if she had heard a little bit of ice there? She walked toward them and saw two girls that she knew all to well. Both of them being students of her, one in the junior order and one in the normal version. "Evening Sasha, Dahlia" she greeted both of them.

[VICTOIRE GABRIELLE WEASLEY]

BUT STOP THE TAPE
the sunset still looks fake to me
THE HERO LOOKS LIKE HE CAN’T BREATHE
THE DAMSEL JUST LEFT EVERYTHING

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Victoire’s heels clicked rhythmically on the floor as she made her way to the designated meeting area, and she couldn’t help but feel that she familiar sound seemed as if it was wrecking the silence of the hallway. The sharp, staccato noise of her own footsteps seemed as if it was a disturbance in an otherwise quiet place. Despite her odd feeling that she was intruding upon the silence of Grimmauld Place, Victoire kept her chin level and her stride normal. Her imagination wasn’t so active that she’d let it control the way she behaved.

Luckily, as she got closer and closer to the room in which the meeting would take place, Vee began to hear muffled voices coming through the door. She was glad that there was no longer the almost oppressive silence of an old, empty house. There were people here, and they were speaking through the door. Although she was an observational person, and she could usually pick up on all sorts of underlying emotions just by analyzing body language or voices, because of the closed door separating the owners of the voices from Vee’s ears. She stopped right outside the door, listening for one more moment before entering. It never hurt to be prepared, and she was just trying to get a feel for how many people were already inside. It only took her a second to note that there only seemed to be a few voices, all of them feminine, as far as she could tell, and she liked to think that she was good at this guessing game.

She ran a hand through her blonde hair, but didn’t feel the need to fix her appearance otherwise, seeing as there wasn’t much of a chance that she looked so different from the last time she had looked in the mirror: right before she apparated to Grimmauld Place. She still had on the same pair of dark-washed jeans, a white linen shirt, and a tailored brown leather jacket. She had stayed away from her more far-fetched outfits for the night, seeing as this was a very serious meeting and she could save her fashion statements for another, more appropriate time. Vee doubted that apparating to the doorstep and the short walk down the hallway had done anything to her appearance, so without further ado she pulled open the door and stepped inside.

Victoire noted that she had been right in her guess that all the voices had been female. Not many people had arrived yet, it seemed. Just Sasha Growl—a junior member, Ashley Rider—a professor at Hogwarts, and Dahlia De Luca—a full member, but still a Hogwarts student. She couldn’t help but remember that Dahlia seemed to have a fascination with Teddy, or at least she had last time Victoire had seen the two of them together. That fact made her eyes narrow imperceptibly, but Vee told herself that Teddy was none of her business at the moment, and she shouldn’t be thinking about him or Dahlia. It was harder than it sounded.

Even so, Victoire fixed a small smile on her face as she looked at the other Order members. “Nice to see you, Ashley, Dahlia, Diana,” she said, nodding to each of them in turn. She walked over to the table, but didn’t take a seat, instead choosing to lean up against the side. She looked curiously around the mostly-empty room. Odd, Victoire usually wasn’t good at being on time. And yet it seemed as if she was early to this meeting. “I don’t suppose any of you know when the others are supposed to show up?” she remarked casually, going for the option of making small talk.

[HADEN JORDAN WHITTLORE]

Three days ago, his owl soared into the dormitory he occupied and dropped the letter on his bed before making a U-turn and soaring back the way he came. At that time, he had been in a potions class but when he took a detour to the Ravenclaw tower just to get a change of books for his next class, he saw the note and initially did not make much of it and instead of reading it to find out what it was about, he slipped it into his Charms text and headed off to class. It was not till later that evening that he remembered the note…well…he did not remember it intentionally. While flipping through his Charms text book for something to help him write his essay before he had to get started on a new charm they had been taught, he saw the beige envelope stuck in the book and he almost missed it to. He flipped back a few pages, pulled the envelope out and turned to look at it. Nothing special about it, it only had his name written a bit scratchily on the front. Without waiting for the desire to sit and ponder on who could have sent him this letter, he tore it open and pulled out the neatly folded paper. As he read, his eyebrows met, his forehead creased and his thoughts are set to work how he was going to get out of the castle and mostly on the fact that he was so close to missing this meeting, and it was to be an important one and he wanted in on it badly.

The following two days were spent working on a way of getting out of the castle for this meeting. At first he had absolutely no luck but a bit of looking and listening led him to a decision. Simply sneaking out would not have been enough, he needed something solid, something plausible. He sat down when he had time and wrote a note to his parents who were more than happy to help him out even given that they were neutral but still, he was their son and they would do anything for him and before he knew it, the morning of the meeting, he was escorted into Hogsmeade by the caretaker where he was joined by his parents. They sat in at the Three Broomsticks, had a drink and talked for a bit before they got up and left for the outskirts of the village. By then evening had arrived and from the outside, it would have seemed that they had all apparated home but only his parents did while he took himself to Grimmauld Place.

The evening in London was a bit nice; a tad on the humid side but it was a fair enough evening from his standpoint. Standing there in public, he was thankful to have been dressed in such a way that he just blended in. Back in the Three Broomsticks, his parents did more than just talk to him, they passed him a change of muggle clothing he chose to have at home and allowed him to slip away from they to the bathroom to change and come back dressed in a pair of rich dark blue jeans, a navy blue hooded sweat shirt and a pair of blue and white sneakers from Nike, one of many shoe brand makers and one of his favourites at that. He tucked his wand into his pocket, brought his sweat shirt down over it and set off alone Grimmauld Place with his hood pulled overhead. He had no idea how shady he appeared, in his mind’s eye, he looked like a muggle, plain and simple but the young woman with groceries heading in his direction deliberately moved to the far side of the street, hastening till they had passed each other and the officer who was patrolling as was just job gave him a look he chose not to decipher…maybe the hood was a bit much. Having decided, he pulled hit down, ran a hand through his blond hair and set his green eyes on Number 11 and Number 13 Grimmauld Place.

He glanced up and down the street which was absent of anyone beside him, then he turned to the upstairs window at Number 13…it seemed that someone was having a dispute, a violent one given that one shadow just hit the other in the face. He continued to watch for a bit before his eyes jerked away to the line between 11 and 13. No longer was it just a line, but steadily, it was growing wider and wider until he stood some feet away from the doorstep to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Only twice before had he been here and he had the feeling that when he graduated from Hogwarts, he’d be seeing this place a lot more, not that he was complaining. With a careful glance about him, he turned and headed up the few steps, stood on the doorstep and let himself into the home, closing the old door behind him. Once inside, the warmth the home rushed at him confirmed his notion that the evening weather seriously could be better. But that was the least important thing on his, what was, was this meeting so he set himself on getting acquainted with who had already arrived. He certainly knew of Grawl given that he’s opposed her in a few matches, that and she too was a prefect, and then there was De Luca, the head girl of course, there was also Professor Rider and the other he didn’t know much of but he certainly knew her name given the family she’s come from: Victoire Weasley. “Hmmm…good evening ladies.” Haden announced, taking note of the fact that he was the sole male here at the moment, not that he had a problem with it…he most certainly did not…but, he hoped that would change soon.

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