Dumbledore's Request
"ENOUGH!" The wizard demanded in a booming tone of voice. The entire Order turned around to see a searing Dumbledore. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS? I'M GONE FOR TWO DAYS AND YOUR'E TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER? Explain yourselves!"
The order paused in their tracks, never had they seen Albus so infuriated. They gave each other nervous glances as they tried to determine who would explain to the extremely pissed sorcerer.
Arthur stepped forward. "You see Albus, Sirius and Severus had a verbal confrontation that… regrettably, turned rather violent." Arthur cocked his head to where Sirius stood, being restrained by Remus. He had an open gash on his lip and a massive migraine from the frying pan's impact. Severus was pinned to the wall by Moody, his nose gushing blood.
Albus shook his head. "I am very disappointed in you two, you are grown adults and I think now is the time to put aside your…."
"HE STARTED IT! THERE WOULDN'T BE A PROBLEM IF THAT BASTARD DIDN'T DISREPECT ME IN MY OWN HOUSE!" Sirius interrupted, whipping blood away from his chin.
"Let me finish, please Sirius. As I was saying, you two are grown adults. It is about time you put aside your differences for the sake of the Order and our mission. How can we fight the advance of Lord Voldemort if we are fighting ourselves as well? As a great man once said, 'A house divided cannot stand.'
Dumbledore paused and looked directly into Sirius's and Severus's faces. "That is why, as head of the Order of the Phoenix, I charge you two with reconciling your differences before the end of the month. I will return in about one week in hopes of actually getting something done. Whoever cannot do so will no longer be a member of this order."
With that, Dumbledore turned and left, slamming the door behind him. Sirius escaped Remus's grasp and stomped out of the kitchen, only pausing to give Snape a nasty glance. Snape nudged Moody off of him and too stomped out in the opposite direction of Sirius, leaving the Order to begin clean up from their brawl.
Fred tapped George on the shoulder. "I'll bet you 10 galleons Snape's going to be out." The two giggled as they picked up pieces of broken china.
Molly moaned. "This is going to be a hell of a week…"