The meeting passed along uneventfully, unlistened to, and even unattended by the Order members that could get away with it. Nevertheless is dragged itself along at a snails pace as if continuing only by the law of inertia, until someone could exert a deathly blow and kill the monotony. The drone of whoever happened to be speaking in a dully uninterested voice did nothing to break up the monotony. The speaker was definitely not being listened to and it's doubtful even he was paying attention to himself. In fact the boredom in the room had reached the point where the speaker could have made a very shocking personal confession and not elicit any more than a snore. The speaker may have even made this shocking confession already, but it can only be speculated at because no on was paying him any mind
The weather filled out the monotonous soundtrack with the gentle pitter patter of the rain against the the roof. Sirius sat leaning heavily on an elbow with his head bowed, and he tap tap tapped the a rhythm with the rain against the table with his finger tips. Mundungus had all but slid under the table, he was slouched so far down in his chair, and Snape shot him withering looks between adding items to a list or somesort, probably a hit list or a grocery list. Even Molly sought some other occupation. She pulled out her needles and unobtrusively begand to knit. Her needles clicked quietly. Pitter patter tap click click, Pitter patter tap tap click. Over and over again.
Nymphadora tried to stay awake, but the lull of the meeting was overcoming her. Not of course that there is very much to overcome in an overworked Order member. Her lids drooped, and the short magenta cut that she was known to sport fell in her face as her head dipped forward. Nevertheless she continued feeble attempt to combat sleep, and every so often her head would pop up comically before beginning to dip again. The drone of the pitter patter tap tap click proved too much for her, and after what could be called a valiant effort she fell asleep.
Her breathing slowed and her head fell slightly to the side displaying the base of her jaw. Her lips gently fell apart, the top one protruding just a hairs breadth more than the bottom one, and her eyelashes cast delicate flickering shadows on her cheeks in the candle light.
Molly's knitting needle fell to the ground with a metallic clatter echoing off the walls, and soon after the meeting drew to a close. Chairs began to scrape away from the table. Molly picked up her needle and sat finishing up whatever row she was knitting, Sirius poked an elbow at Dung to wake him up. Then he conspicuously inspected his elbow for whatever it was that Dung left behind when he touched things. The stood up together and struck up a conversation in the back corner of the room near the pantry. Snape turned his head just so, and his neck pop popped., before standing up to leave with his list carefully stowed away in the folds of his robes. Tonks was roused by this sudden commotion, and her head perked up groggily. She opened her eyes to find Remus Lupin staring back at her. She blinked sleepily, but he was still staring. "Why're you lookin' at me?" She asked quizzically with her voice raspy from disuse.
"Hmm, the look on your face, it's delicate." He replied in a far away voice. A proper blush crept across his cheeks as realization set in so he stood up to push in his chair. By the time Nymphadora had roused herself enough to interpret his statement he was across the room with Sirius and Dung with his back quite carefully toward her.