Last night Norah was visited by an old ally. Dumbledore, he was her old headmaster at Hogwarts witchcraft and wizardry.
She was waken up by a knock at her apartment door and a motor cycle roar outside.
Norah let out a groan and looked at the clock to see it was 2am, "Ugh...I'm coming, I'm coming."
Cold air sat in the hallway clutching her ankles and bare feet as she walked ti the door. Wrapped in a knitted blanket, she cracked the door enough for the chain to straighten.
"Hello Norah, we need to speak." Dumbledore said with a grandfatherly tone.
Still trying to wake up, she wasn't sure if what she was seeing was real.
Shutting the door and removing the chain Norah opened the door for the old wizard while his giant companion waited outside.
"Norah, the magical world is in bigger danger than I have seen before. We need to move the order. And I need to move them to your house..."

Norah knew he meant her home in New York, near the city. She didn't need to verbalize her answer with a look and a nod of her head Dumbledore knew she had agreed.

"Alright they will all be here tomorrow night. I suggest you get a move on."

And with that he was gone. Hagrid outside revved his engine and took off.
Great, she thought to herself. Now she has to drive 8 hours to a home she uses once a year.

Finally arriving to the house Norah ran through so that she could speed clean. Filling the fridge with food and making sure rooms are stocked with blankets and pillows. These people will need all the rest they can get.

The sun was setting and Norah was still alone in the home, she decided to start dinner and wait for everyone to arrive.
She popped open a bottle of red wine and turned on some salsa music while she cooked.

The time is now 9pm, dinner is just about ready and Norah is still alone.
She was starting to think something bad had happened, she pulled out her radio that picked up the station that broadcast the names of those lost in the war against Voldemort, no sign of the guests waiting to arrive. Her home smelled of sandalwood and citrus. The living room windows were open and you could hear the beach and smell the salt water mix with the candle scents.
Soon the sounds of brooms sweeping the driveway began to fill the air. Her guests have arrived, before she could make her way to the door, it swung open. A wizard with a wonky eye and an abundance of red heads entered her home. The Order had arrived.