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first ever order meeting? DON'T MIND IF WE DO!
Who: Evie Baker, Sirius Black, Edgar Bones, Caradoc Dearborn, Elphias Doge, Aberforth Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore, Benjy Fenwick, Frank Longbottom, Remus Lupin, Minerva McGonagall, Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadowes, Alastor Moody, James Potter, Lily Potter, Alice Prewett, Fabian Prewett, Gideon Prewett, and Jack Sinistra. ie: the desired members of the Fault Lines Order of the Phoenix as of their first meeting.
When: October 19 1978. 8 pm.
Where: Near the back of the Dominion Theatre in Camden, London.
What: The very first meeting of the Order of the Phoenix.


Whatever else, no one could accuse Albus Dumbledore of narrow-mindedness in his recruiting efforts. From old friends to near strangers, from renowned genius Unspeakables and reputed Aurors to measly interns and trainees, from 18 year old kids to, well, Albus himself, it was difficult to pin down on sight what exactly had led to the attendees of the Order of the Phoenix's first meeting earning this particular space in history. Of course, Dumbledore knew damn well what he was doing, and so did the few present who knew him well enough to gauge his motives.

He'd invited people who cared. People who were aware enough of the circumstances to be upset over them, and willing to risk a little -- or a lot -- to change them.

While Dumbledore had personally taken care of most of the security -- with the help of the owner of the Dominion Theatre, who was not the same man the paperwork credited -- Moody had aided greatly, with Dumbledore's blessings. It was Moody who was crouched in a hidden nook of the theatre's framework, watching as one by one -- or two by two, or more -- people approached. It was Moody who identified on sight every invited guest, and discreetly placed various charms on those who had not received an invitation -- nothing they'd be aware of, nothing they could feel, but certainly enough to take care of them if it turned out there was a reason Dumbledore hadn't thought to invite them along for the ride.

It was Moody, naturally, who noticed the two Hit Wizards Dorcas Meadowes had failed to notice trailing her for the past number of days, and who stunned them from afar, sending Caradoc Dearborn, a particular favourite of his, down to put them away for later.

Eventually, everyone who was going to come had come, and been directed by Marlene McKinnon down the hidden passage in the Dominion that led to a large antechamber that probably should not have been able to physically exist in the small section of the theatre it occupied. It was obviously not much used; while clean and furnished, there were no personal touches to the decoration. Albus Dumbledore looked oddly out of place in the middle of such an unremarkable room, but he usually did. He looked very friendly for a man who had just organized a secret meeting of future guerrilla rebels.

Albus sat at the side of the table opposite the entrance. He did not sit at the head, largely because the table was -- whether by Albus's design or someone else's, no one but he knew -- round. There was very little conversation as they waited for the meeting to begin, but what little there was died down after Albus cleared his throat.