ginny278 - Thanks for the review! This chapter's a little slow but you get to see your namesake a bunch at least.

"Chris, where's Ron?" said Ginny agitatedly. "I haven't seen him for two hours, and he can't have taken that long to interview the girl - can he?"

Chris shrugged. "I doubt it. Perhaps he's in his room?"

Ginny nodded, exasperated. "Yes, Chris, perhaps he is, but since I don't happen to be some kind of simpleton, I have looked there already you know."

Chris flushed red. A naturally twitchy and nervous person, he only got more so when he was next to very pretty girls until he got accustomed to being with them, and Ginny was the only one he talked to on a regular basis. When he had seen Fleur for the first time, he had looked at his hands for the entire duration of the five minutes he was there and hadn't spoken for a full half-hour afterwards. It was quite funny, really, especially when Bill noticed and winked good-naturedly at Chris.

"Sorry - I mean I didn't mean - I didn't - not to imply that - I mean - well I don't know where he is, either, really, Gin."

Gin grinned apologetically.

"Sorry, Chris. No need to become -"

"Excuse me?" A soft but audible voice interrupted Ginny's comments. Ginny and Chris turned around to see a girl somewhere in her mid-teens.

"Hello," Ginny said pleasantly, extending a hand forward. She had an educated guess as to who this was already. She looked expectantly at Chris, but Chris didn't meet her gaze, as his was down at his shoes, and a rosy-tinged blush had already started to suffuse from his cheeks. Ginny stifled a laugh as the (very pretty) girl looked confusedly at Chris.

"What's your name?" Ginny asked, saving Chris the trouble of the girl's gaze.

"Oh! It's Rebecca, but call me Becky please. I'm sorry to intrude like this but Ron told me that I could talk to you if I wanted to and I didn't really know anyone -"

"Why of course you can!" said Ginny excitedly. Ron must have known that she would like a new girl companion. Ginny had been extremely disappointed to find out precisely how male-dominated the Order, on the whole, was. "Chris and I will show you the ropes - come on, Chris! I'm Ginny, by the way. Ginny Weasley. And this is Chris."Becky suddenly exclaimed. "Why, you're the man who saved me! Thank you so much, sir! Thanks!" She thrust her hand upon his and shook it vigorously, aware that a hug might be too forward. Chris took it and flushed bright red quickly, but all the same looked rather pleased, and finally managed to stutter something out.

"It was - it was the least I could do," Chris said, sighing and seeming a little relieved after Becky had stopped shaking his hand, but he flushed a brilliant red again as soon as she beamed at him excitedly. "I'm Chris, by the way." Ginny stifled her giggles when Chris shot her a death glare, and led the two along.

"The first thing you'll want is a tour. Feel free to ask any questions while I guide you," Ginny said, in her element of bossiness. Becky raised her eyebrows at Chris, who hacked his laughing off as a cough.

"Well...alright," said Becky, amused.

"This is the West Wing," said Ginny, gesturing majestically with her hand towards the corridor to her left. "That's the East. Down there, that's downstairs - there - no - right, that's the kitchen - and under is just the library. That's usually where we meet."

"Where who meets?" asked Rachel, curious.

"We. Us. The Order," said Ginny, failing to find the right representatives. "Or whoever's not on an assignment at the moment."

"Speaking of...am I part of the Order now, or what?" said Becky, searching for her place in the organization.

"Uh...I don't know, really. I mean, you're underage, aren't you?"

"I'm of age in three weeks."

"Well, you can't be until then...but obviously you'll have to stay here - I mean there's nowhere else for you to go, is there?" said Ginny.

Becky shook her head.

"We'll probably end up putting you to work eventually, but you won't be going on any assignments for quite a while. You'll need some training, and I suppose you never really completed your magical schooling, did you?"

"I was half-way through my last year before my school closed, so I know most of it. I did pretty well on my O.W.L.s," said Rachel defensively.

Ginny snorted. "Well, we'll evaluate you, and then we'll see how much we have to teach you. Well, uh, that's the tour," Ginny said, regretful that the Order Headquarters did not actually offer anything of particularly great mystique.

"Where am I?" Becky asked, realizing for the first time that geographically speaking, she had no idea where she was.

Ginny shrugged. "A good few miles away from London. We used to have our Headquarters there, but we had to relocate pretty fast. Swarming with Death Eaters all the time." Ginny sighed heavily. "So you're in a secluded old building that was abandoned before we came here, cleaned it up a little, and of course, made it invisible and all that, protections. Pretty good for short notice, but it's not exactly optimal. Still, it's better than Grimmauld Place...at least we don't have that painting..."

"What painting?" Chris and Becky asked at the same time, as Chris had joined after the relocation.

"Trust me, you don't want to know. Suffice it to say that there was a rather unpleasant portrait at Grimmauld Place that was not removable. Ron!"

A tired-looking Ron had crossed their paths, holding a sheaf of parchment in his hand.

"Hey, Gin, Chris - Becky! I see you've met Gin."

"The shorter and prettier you," Becky confirmed. Ginny giggled for a moment, while Chris looked confused.

"She'll talk your head off if you let her though, you might want to watch out for that," said Ron.

"Surely you tease, brother."

"Surely," said Ron with an evident streak of sarcasm in his voice. "Anyway, I was just going to go see one of the higher-ups. I'll be back soon though."

"Should we come?" asked Ginny.

Ron waved his hand dismissively.

"McGonagall would only send you guys away if you did. By the way, Chris, if I get this plan approved, I was hoping you'd be part of the strike force - but of course you're not obligated."

"Of course I'll come," said Chris quickly, with a sidelong glance at Becky. "Glad to help."

Ron nodded. "Excellent. Although, I would prefer that you don't throw any hissy fights this time. Not all people are as tolerant as me."

"That was - I wasn't - oh damn," said Chris, protesting to Ron's retreating back. He turned and appealed to a giggling Ginny. "Now, he really needn't have said that!"

Ginny shrugged.

"I suppose not, but you can't deny it was funny."

"I very well can and will," Chris hissed under his breath vehemently. Ginny sighed dramatically and turned to Becky.

"So Becky, since there's not all that much to do at the moment, how about a game of chess?"

Becky nodded and the two, followed by a still grumbling and disgruntled Chris, went downstairs to pass the time.