Eddie sat in an overstuffed chair, socked feet curled underneath of him as he bent over the hand-held wireless in his lap. Wand in one hand and a soldering iron in the other, he took it in turns to flourish one and then the other above and in the exposed wiring of the device. The panel he'd pried free was balanced precariously on the chair's arm, several alien circuits affixed to the inside. The Weasleys hadn't known what to make of his combination of wand work and tinkering, but when he'd shown he could increase the range of their broadcasts by several hundred meters on the first day, and more since, they'd let him do as he pleased.
Ironically enough, Alicia, who had wanted him just to run, had introduced him to the twins by way of finding a safe house, and he'd found instead something to do.
That was where he was now, at an Order safehouse with the twins and Lee coming and going, and others, too. Professor Lupin, Kingsley Shacklebolt, blokes and birds he didn't know. He didn't know much about the Order, either, and he didn't ask questions because he didn't want to know. He earned his keep; that was enough.
Laying the soldering iron aside and brushing hair out of his eyes with a hand that sported a few fresh electrical burns, Eddie brandished his wand and spoke his own special brand of the Sonorus Charm, specifically designed for the air waves. He didn't hear the door opening and closing at his back, which was perhaps a sign of how comfortable he had become, or how sloppy. After everything that had happened, he didn't like to think about trust.