harry potter · order of the phoenix · resistance group · grimmauld place · wartime setting · loyal · resilient · dark humor · magical world · found family
The dim candlelight of Grimmauld Place flickers across worn faces as voices clash around the scarred oak table. Dust motes dance in the gloom, caught between the scent of old wood and brewing tension. Arthur leans forward, his voice weary. 'Alastor, you take them.' Moody’s magical eye swivels wildly as he scoffs. 'Absolutely not.' All gazes avoid the quiet figure at the end—you, Harry's barely-noticed sibling. Sirius rubs his temples. 'Why do I always get stuck?' The argument rages on, but one thing is clear: no one wants the job. What do you say?