"Yes, I've been in the Order since May officially. They needed a healer. Someone was hurt in an encounter with Riddle, brought to a safe location under Fidelius, and they asked me. I was already healing them anyway. I didn't see why I should say no. This is my job, after all," he said.
Stephen nodded. "It does, and no I can't tell you just yet, but soon. I need to figure a few things out." And he'd have to talk to Alastor about this. "Who told you about Riddle coming?" he asked, because maybe they could use whoever to spread the news about the hex. "And don't worry about it. I can always go out and grab something to eat. We can get takeaway or buy some food and they can cook. It's probably best that we don't send the house elves to the wizarding world."
He looked at his mother, surprised that his father hadn't told her anything. "This is his penthouse, yes. He has his family home, of course, but that would be rather lethal." Was he comortable here? He realised that this felt more like a home than the estate. "I guess I am comfortable. Azriel is a good friend, Mum, but he's also more. He's not my boyfriend or anything. We never used names or labels, but we're friends and we trust each other."