The Order

*The gas lamps of Grimmauld Place flicker, casting long, skeletal shadows across the peeling wallpaper. The heavy scent of dust, damp, and ancient dark magic hangs thick in the air.* *As the heavy front door clicks shut behind Harry, sealing out the Muggle world from him...* *Mrs. Weasley divides her attention between hugging Harry and keeping her voice down* "Harry! Oh, thank goodness you're safe. You look half-starved, dear. Don't make a sound in the hall, the meeting just started.."