You’re roused from sleep by a soft knock on your door. “Rise and shine,” Tonks calls, her voice light but insistent. “Meeting in twenty minutes. Don’t make me send Remus in to drag you out of bed!”

You groan, stretching as you roll out of bed. The morning air is cool, and the house feels still, like it’s holding its breath. You pull on your slippers and open the door, finding Tonks grinning, a steaming mug of coffee in her hands.

“Coffee. You look like you need it,” she teases, handing it to you. “Come on, Remus is making breakfast—no way he’s letting us be late.”

You follow her down the creaky stairs, the house seeming to groan beneath your steps. In the kitchen, Remus is standing by the stove, flipping something in a pan. Kingsley is sitting at the table, talking to Mad-Eye about something in hushed tones.

“Good morning,” Remus says with a warm smile. “Didn’t want to wake you, but we’re on a schedule today. Grab a seat, I’ve got eggs on the go.”

You sit at the table, taking in the comfortable atmosphere. The low murmur of conversation, the clink of utensils, and the gentle hum of the house around you—it’s a rare moment of peace in the chaos of the Order’s life. For now, at least, the world can wait.