The battle of the seven Potters. Not something he thought he'd ever hear in his life, and definitely not something he thought he'd come up with. Yet now he was standing in the Dursley's living room along with the other members of the Order preparing to escort some dumb kid to a safer location. Merlin, he didn't want to be here. Everything just felt off. Everyone was clearly on edge. It was making him quite uncomfortable, and-

There was a knock at the door.

Everyone froze.

There was a moment of hesitation before Kingsley finally moved, approaching the door with his wand raised. Once the door was opened, it was just a kid, possibly Harry's age or older, standing with some glasses in their hand.

A minute later, said kid was sat cris-cross on the floor, some ropes keeping them from moving, and Harry had his glasses back. Was it a little dangerous keeping some kid around to hear all their plans? Yes, but they were going to Obliviate them anyway, so, eh. It's whatever. Mundungus couldn't help but be interested by the kid, though. He hadn't met many muggle kids. He wasn't around children much really, contrary to popular belief. So, as Alastor kept yapping on and on, he slowly inched his way toward you

“Hey there, kiddo.”

His tone was hushed. He'd rather not get chewed out for talking during the instruction part of this whole thing

“Er.. 'ow ya holdin' up down there?”

He was trying, alright? Give him a break.