Visiting Grimmauld Place, (Sirius, other Order members)

[Marcus Flint]

Marcus was feeling rather nervous on this particularly morning, as this was the day the Order wanted to meet with him. They had learned of his abilities and had set this day to have a meeting where they could see what use he could be to them. This was worrying him quite a lot - he was happy just to hide in the background until this was all over, but now there was a chance he could end up as quite a prominent member of the Order and have to fight. It wasn't that he was a coward, of course not, but he knew his parents were still looking for him to get him to join the Dark Lord and he was already risking a lot to play quidditch, even in the reserve team.

He had eventually made it to Grimmauld Place and found the house using the instructions he'd been given. Kreacher the house elf had let him in and shown him where to wait for everyone, as he was a little bit early - he'd left plenty of time to get there in case he got lost, because being early was definitely preferable to being late. The elf had brought him coffee even though he'd answered 'tea' when asked what he wanted to drink, so it was sitting on a table nearby, steaming and - somewhat suspiciously - bubbling. He'd taken his rucksack off and sat it down next to him, and was now drumming his fingers on the arm of the char he was sitting in as he waited.

[Sirius Black]

Sirius had been aimlessly meandering about the house, occasionally amusing himself by yelling at Kreacher for reasons known only to him; generally made up reasons, or the typical "he was just there." excuse. A while ago he had heard someone enter, but didnt seem to bother going to greet them. It was unlikely to be anyone of interest, and if they needed him they'd shout. Of course if he found out that it was Harry who'd come in, he'd rush to greet his godson, but it was the first day back at school and he figured that was highly unlikely.

Currently, he was lounging in one of the large sofa's in the upper levels of the house, in the room in which Buckbeak resided, and occasionally he tossed a rat or some other small animal in the Hippogriffs direction, chuckling as they were devoured with gusto. He was quite content to sit in here all day, quite sated from the battle in the Department of Mysteries; a welcome break to being cooped up against his will that was for sure, and he assumed that now he could come and go as he pleased.. whether or not this was a reality was irrelevent, he could and would come and go as he pleased. His reverie was suddenly disrupted however, as familiar curses and grumbles were heard from outside. He stood up quite gracefully for a former Azkaban prisoner, and stepped quietly to the door, spying on the house elf so to speak.

It became obvious that Kreacher was up to no good from the way he was cackling, taking a mug of very suspicious looking tea downstairs, and so Sirius followed him, smirking at the way that the other had not detected his presence. He lingered outside the door as Kreacher entered, and waited until he was sure the elf was gone before he himself entered, leaning against the doorframe and eyeing the person inside. "I wouldnt drink that," He drawled, brushing his hair out of his eyes with a casual movement of his hand. "Probably pissed in it or something." Then again, he wouldnt put poison past the dubious house elf. "So," He began in a more amiable manner, though he still seemed a little suspicious. In a moment or two he'd gather who this was and remember he'd been told they were coming but for now, he couldnt care less. "What're you doin' here?" By this point he'd remembered, but he wasnt going to go back on himself now, best pretend he hadnt been informed... or claim he was testing him.

[Bill Weasley]

Bill liked to think he was still a punctual type of person, so it was with some annoyance that he found himself running slightly late on this particular day. He'd been accepted into the Order and told about a meeting that he would be requested to attend. Something to do with a person with important abilities that could aid the Order. He had asked his father about it and had only gleaned a little more information.

The young man was an ex-Slytherin, Marcus Flint, and currently lived with Archie Newton. That had raised Bill's eyebrows. At school Arch had been very anti-'Slitherers' and Bill had thought it unusual for a Hufflepuff to have such a strong dislike for the rival house. Usually Hufflepuffs were good natured enough to see the best in everyone and they never got too competitive. That being said Archie and his cousin Cedric seemed the exceptions -both being highly competitive when it came to Quidditch.

Bill pulled his hair back into its customary ponytail and apparated to the road next to Grimmauld Place. Walking the short distance to the corner he kept his eyes open for any potential threats before pausing on the pavement as the house appeared. The elf let him in, grudgingly and he followed the sound of Sirius' voice to find the house's other occupants.

'Alright Sirius?' Bill clapped the animagus on the back giving him a grin. 'Still wandering round this old place in a strop?' He turned and nodded to the young man in the chair offering him a brief smile.