I'm so, so, so excited about this chapter!! And now I've totally jinxed it by setting the bar really high... This chapter was the premise of the story. Of course, once you read it, having it stand alone would have made a somewhat superficial fic, without much substance. So I started to build up around it. Call it my "foundation piece" if you will. Enough rambling now.

Thanks to Dan Helsing for the review!!

Disclaimer: I doubt that what you are about to read really happened; and I think JKR would murder me if she ever read this…

Picture Perfect

Chapter VI:
The Order Meeting

"The greasy git's back," Bill announced with a look of displeasure as he stood in the doorway of the cramped kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Everyone to their rooms," Mrs. Weasley announced firmly, waving her arms to herd the group of teenagers up the staircase. Despite her tone, the usual grumbles and under breath protests filled the room as the small party slowly filed up the staircase. They continued their complaints as they made their way up to the second floor landing where they disappeared into their bedrooms. Mrs. Weasley, however, ignored the grumbles and waited at the top of the staircase of the kitchen, her son, Mr. Weasley, Sirius Black, and various other members of Albus Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix made their way down the rickety stairs, making themselves comfortable (or as comfortable as the narrow kitchen would allow them), waiting for the rest of their party to arrive.

The locks of the front door clicked like a tersely trained orchestra, and Mrs. Weasley listened closely. Yes, there was no mistaking the clunk of Mad-Eye Moody's wooden leg, it was them. Within seconds, the group had make its way toward her and she warmly greeted Harry Potter, relieved that he had safely arrived at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. She informed, in a hushed tone, the others that Snape had arrived before leading Harry up the narrow staircase to his bedroom. As she hurried back to the meeting, hoping that Snape had not divulged anything too important, she felt, rather than heard, Harry's roars of frustration. Sighing deeply—she had, after all, expected this—she rushed down the stairs. She was in such a hurry that she almost ran into the head of the Order, Albus Dumbledore.

"Oh, Albus, I'm sorry!" she squeaked, grabbing the gargoyle at the bottom of the steps to keep from knocking the headmaster of Hogwarts into the old troll foot hatstand.

"It's quite all right," he smiled reassuringly as he stepped back so she could lead the way to the kitchen.

"We didn't think you would come," she started.

"Ahh, well, I thought I would check in and see what Snape had to report."

She slowly pushed the once handsome (but now quite worn) oak door open before scurrying down the few steps and slipping into the seat next to her husband. Dumbledore quietly took a seat at the foot of the staircase, not wishing to distract the others' attention from Snape's report.

"And as you can see," Snape was saying with an air of self importance (Bill furtively rolled his eyes at the ceiling), "it appears that the Death Eaters are—"

"Damn!"

Snape abruptly halted his speech and, his eyes shut tight (as though willing himself to be patient), he slowly turned to regard the weathered ex-Auror. "Yes, Alastor?" he said coldly.

"Don't 'Yes, Alastor,' me," growled Mad-Eye Moody. He Summoned a cup from the end of the table and jabbed his wand at the empty glass as it skittered across the tabletop, "Aguamenti." Water filled it and he plunged a finger and thumb into the socket of his whirling eye (now stuck, staring downwards).

"Mad-Eye," Tonks began, looking at him with mild concern.

He ignored her. His eye emitted a loud squelch as the eyeball popped out and started to whirl slowly in the palm of his hand. He plunged it into the cup of water.

"That's the second time today, that is," he growled, prodding the eyeball with the tip of his wand. "It's a pity that Scourgify-ing it makes it burn when I have it in."

"As I was saying," Snape resumed his speech, clearly attempting to steer the room's attention back to the original topic, "it's quite clear that—"

Moody's eye, however, had other plans. Agitated at being prodded by Moody's wand, the eyeball started to whirl and turn, gradually increasing its speed until—

"Oh!"

It upended its container, spilling water on the ancient Black Family table (or so the late Mrs. Black proudly dubbed it), heading straight for Emmeline Vance's wide-eyed expression of horror. She did not have time to grab for her wand but resorted to throwing her arms out as a quick reflex. The whirling ball of x-ray vision and doom ricocheted off her hands at an angle and headed straight for Bill Weasley, who was sitting at the far end of the long rectangular table. Bill, despite his Curse Breaking days in Egypt, reacted in a similar fashion as Emmeline. This time, however, the eye came from a much higher angle, not unlike a falling meatball, shot down into his palm. Slightly grossed that he was holding another person's eye, Bill found himself juggling the eyeball.

"Eugh!" cried Hestia Jones when it landed in her lap. Moody's ball of doom almost immediately shot off her lap and bounced off…

…Dedalus Diggle's ridiculously tall top hat before heading for…

…Elphias Doge's flyaway tuft of white hair. He ducked in time. It zipped over him, slightly ruffling his hair, before ricocheting off the wall and attacking Sturgis Podmore (who tried to bat it away with his hands) before seeking out the Weasleys, Tonks, and then Remus…

Dumbledore, who was sitting in the back of the room, smiled serenely at the scene that was playing out before him, conjured a camera out of his pocket. He calmly took a picture, capturing Tonks in mid-juggle as she pumped the eyeball with the palm of her hand while Moody (who was on her right) attempted to snatch back his visionary tool, and the rest of the room bursted with chaos that could only be caused by a whirling magical eye. Snape stood in the background, lips pursed, eyebrows furrowed.

Snape finally snapped as Moody's eye escaped from Tonks hands, landing back in its glass as though nothing had happened (Bill was sure that it was twiddling its nonexistent eyeball-thumbs), waiting for Moody to plunge it back into his eye socket.

"Are we are or are we not professionals?" Snape roared furiously as Dumbledore slipped out the door.

Yeppp. THAT is what happened during the Order meeting in OotP. Mundungus slept through the whole thing, and the parchment with the building plans lay forgotten because of the attack of Moody's eye.

Was it too much? Too little? Should I have left the Order meeting alone? Let me know what you think by dropping a review!!

With hope of hearing from you soon,
Chikin Wang