A Story I Am Making Up Because I Desperately Want To Go Out With Remus Lupin
We all sat in the meeting room and all was pretty tense. It was clear – there is a traitor in our midst. We hadn't seen each other in full cast for a few weeks now, but although all embraced all, it was very stiff. Only James acted like normal, talking freely and embracing warmly. But Moody was talking and even James couldn't help but look slightly worried. Mad eye is talking about the many points where we can see that there is no chance that happened without a traitor from our side. When he mentioned the McKinnons I heard some snuffling noises besides me and found Lily's head buried in James's shoulder. She was eight month pregnant and Marlene had been one of her best friends. I put a reassuring hand on her knee and Sirius stands up from James's other side and puts his hands on her shoulder. Only Peter didn't do anything but his bent and he seemed to be crying himself. I could understand him. It had been two weeks since the death of the McKinnons and it was very hard on all of us. I mean, damn it, we're only twenty. Well, Sirius is twenty one but still, we're too young for this kind of stuff. I knew that any other twenty year old would cry after all these friends dying. It's just that we aren't any other twenty year olds. I, being a werewolf, was used to pain, both physical and mental, Sirius, being Sirius, was too manly to cry and James, being the noble git he is, could not cry inn front of his Lily flower, who needed his comforting. He did cry some when he was alone with us.
Just then the door opened and in Dumbledore. He looked as he always did these days, grave, but as he looked at us he winked and his twinkled momentarily.
"Alastor, I am sorry for interrupting, but I think you have had enough meetings for today."
Moody grunted, accepting.
"Now, I have a little announcement to make. Naomi?"
And with that the door opened and in came a girl, who looked about seventeen. She was short, less then a meter sixty and brown hair which hung in a long, think plait at the side of her face. She was tanned and freckled. She wasn't thin, but wasn't as portly as Peter was. She had a nice kind of plumpness. Her face looked kind but shy and her eyes seemed to be a light green. She was wearing muggle cloth – a white shirt, navy blue shorts and hiking boots. She didn't seem to be aware of the weather in Britain.
"This is Naomi Levi."Dumbledore told us. " She has come as a volunteer from Israel to help us in our battle. You five" he said, pointing vaguely at us, " please show our new guest around. You have the afternoon off. Kingsley, come with me please, I need to talk to you." And with that he left the room, Kingsley right behind him.