Remus was still apprehensive about Dumbledore's plans to formally reinstate the order, and even properly nervous about the idea that new members were being recruited. It was amusing all the same to see Sirius, deeply uncomfortable in what had always been only Remus' shoes in the past: he could not contribute in the ways that he wanted to. Remus had never been able to offer the Order more than his loyalty and action, and now Sirius, the most wanted wizard in Britain, could only offer his home and finances.
It was entertaining to watch him in the house of his youth, tormenting Kreacher and trying to get things set up for the very first proper, formal meeting. People were Flooing into the kitchen downstairs, and the doorbell had rung so many times that they'd left off trying to keep Walburga - who was deeply distressed - covered with her curtains. It rang again, and Remus endured another barrage of insults and obscenities on his way to answer it.
"May I help you?" he asked, a little perplexed at the pink haired girl who stood on the stoop. She had found the house, which meant that she would have had to have something to do with the Order, but... Remus had a flash of himself, Sirius, Lily, James and Peter, fifteen years ago. They too had been too young for the journey they were about to embark on, probably the same age as the girl before him, and just as rebellious in spirit as she was in wardrobe.