Remus and Harry
As Order Meetings went, Remus supposed this wasn't as bad the last one at least. Remaining in the back, as near the corner where Regulus was as he could get without risking curious looks, he'd managed to remain quiet except when something required his input without getting into an argument. That was maybe the most important part. After this last week, he didn't have the strength to argue with anyone any longer.
But, thinking of the arguments they'd managed to survive by some miracle reminded him he wanted to talk to Harry before Sunday. Truthfully, Remus wouldn't mind not talking to anyone else and slipping out of the mingling as early as could be prudently excused. He did need to talk to Harry, though, about their brunches -- and hope Harry would understand.
Seeing his friend was free for the moment, Remus pushed off from the wall he'd been holding up and went to intercept him before he could be rushed off into another conversation. Harry didn't get to blend into the background quite as much as Remus did, after all.
"Harry?" he asked quietly. "Do you have a moment?"