If you're gonna bring me something, bring me something I can use
*It's as dark as midnight outside, the season refusing to give them many hours of daylight anymore. Moody takes the darkened Autumn sky to heart, knowing it gives them better cover for gathering together and gives him justification to simply act as though everyone is late. Order members who arrive alone are told to stop wasting time outside, and ones who arrive in groups of two or more gain access into Moody's small house only to be given a glare and a reminder of the importance of not drawing attention to themselves, hustling them inside in the process but unable to let this slip in security go without reprimanded. Once he has packed everyone inside like a tin of sardines, he brusquely points the Potters out of his kitchen and into the stuffed living room to begin the meeting.*
This isn't a house party, go stand by Lupin. He's got space if he leans against the bookcase. Budge up, boy.