Ron grabs toast, passes it to Hermione, who butters and passes it to Harry. The same routine every morning, the same normalcy to keep them sane. They are moving as one mind without even realizing it.
Harry passes a cup to Ron, who fills it with juice and gives it to Hermione. The people that watch them are envious of their little dance. Hermione takes a plate of eggs and passes it to Harry, who puts a link of sausage on it, and then Ron puts it down to grab another plate and start again.
Fred and George are moving as one mind as well, they are designing more 'pranks' for the Order, expanding their defensive line.
Ginny sits nearby doing a little dance of her own, gathering her food and glancing, worriedly, at Harry in regular intervals. Charlie is trying to cheer her up, charming his pancakes to fight each other.
Bill and Fleur nearby are barely touching their food; both are nervous, worrying about their looming wedding day. Bill's face is healed and Fleur has picked the ugliest bridesmaid outfits, puke green and bright orange.
Mrs. Weasley's routine is a mix of glancing anxiously at Harry, sighing sympathetically at Ginny, and encouraging Fleur's wedding choices, all of which she does with splendid simplicity. Mr. Weasley is beside her, swiftly moving his quill over his report for the Order.
