A/N: SPOV
As Molly served everyone drinks, the fireplace roared to life and Albus stepped through. His cursed finger had spread to his wrist now, yet he kept a habit of using his sleeves to hide the unsightly truth that his death was near.
Only Severus knew that Albus' days were numbered, and that his demise was held in the hands of the one person that most of the Order didn't fully trust. It was Snape's own stubbornness to keep the reasoning behind his loyalty a complete secret that would be his undoing among his colleagues, yet now it was vital to Albus' plan that they not know.
Mad Eye's magical eye affixed to Snape's arm, then moved to his face. "How did you get your arm skinned, Snape?"
Molly shuddered at the thought of it as Severus kept his calm. "I displeased The Dark Lord."
"How? Unable to deliver more members of the Order to him?" Moody spat, his distrust evident.
Albus spoke up, ending the discussion. "I know what has happened, and that must be sufficient. Severus is not about to betray anyone in the Order any more than I am."
Mad Eye's gaze changed to Dumbledore, and Severus took the moment to gaze at Nymphadora. She was looking at Remus concernedly. He had to shift and live amongst his kind, obviously she is worried over him. He thought to himself dejectedly.
Tonks' eyes met his for a fleeting moment, and he wasn't sure if his face was conveying anything. He lowered his eyes from hers pointedly, then flicked them away towards Arthur as if nothing had been conveyed between the two.
"Now, Remus, how goes your attempt to reach out to the werewolves? Do they know that they do not have to follow Greyback?" Albus carried on the business of the meeting as he would at any other time.
Severus' eyes turned to Lupin, and the barest corner of his mouth turned down in an attempt to frown. Noticing his action, he shoved his disinterested mask back into place roughly as he stared down at the cat that was attempting to get his attention.
Snape didn't listen to what Lupin had to say, other than it was going slowly and that most of the werewolves do not trust Wizardkind and follow Fenrir out of fear rather than respect. Recruiting cowardly wolves to be the cannon fodder in the final days of the war; I know what you're up to you sick bastard. Those wandless do not even stand a chance.
"And Tonks," Albus continued, "how go the patrols of the grounds? Any weaknesses that you believe that may be exploited? Anywhere where our defenses might get penetrated?"
Snape turned his eyes to Nymphadora, knowing that he wouldn't be the only one. She seemed unable to respond immediately. What is on her mind? He wondered idly, trying to decide what was going though her head.