Hannah and James
James had been uncharacteristically quiet as the meeting progressed. Never one to be intimidated by crowds, he was still a bit discombobulated at the sheer number of people here. Hadn't the Order been about a third this size at the last meeting?
The new communication method was welcome news. Nearly as welcome was the fact that it had been developed by Peter - and that the outcast Marauder himself was present at the meeting. James made a mental note to speak to his old friend as soon as he could, but this wasn't necessarily the time.
Having excused himself from Lily for a minute, he was angling across the room to talk to Harry when he brushed past someone sitting in a chair, someone with her hand curled protectively over an obviously pregnant tummy. The look on her face gave him pause.
"Hey–" He crouched beside her chair, a slight frown creasing his eyebrows. "Hannah, isn't it? You all right then?" She didn't look all right. It hadn't been all that long ago (to him) that Lily was in this condition, and he could remember well how rotten she'd felt a lot of the time.