THE ORDER IN THE WAR / RECENT EVENTS
JANUARY, 1980. The month was quiet in terms of conflict with the Death Eaters. With unseasonably freezing weather, the snow fall hampered stakeout missions and generally impeded how the Order traced and tracked the enemy. Around the 16th a safe house in Bedford was set alight. No Order member was harmed, and the house was empty at the time of the attack. Alastor Moody has been particularly gruff lately, mumbling about how it’s only a matter of time, those bastards, laying low, I’ll show ‘em, which, needless to say, is not doing much for morale. On the 25th Benjy Fenwick was followed by an unidentified Death Eater. He lost the trail before anything happened, although since then the same figure has been seen around various Order safe zones.
FEBRUARY, 1980. This month started out slow. No news from any of the stakeouts of known Death Eater quarters, nor have any of the Order’s tails pulled up any unusual activity. Don’t say it’s too quiet, Alastor, McGonagall muttered primly, exchanging looks with Moody across the table. But... it is too quiet. For heaven’s sake, what are they waiting for? The unease can be felt even among those who haven’t taken sides in the war. People hurry home when they used to linger; Floo is rumored to be safer than apparating. Some say the Ministry might impose a curfew soon, but those are just whispers. Stay low, say the more senior Order members. Don’t do anything stupid. By stupid, of course, they mean throw a bloody party, but what else are we going to do? Between the boredom, restless energy, and hint of a death wish, there’s nothing else to do.
THE GROUP / ATMOSPHERE
Are currently based in London if they have no alternate accommodation. Missions have slowed down recently, due to a drop in Death Eater activity. There is an uneasy restlessness to the group and the Order as a whole. The use of concealment spells when out in Muggle London is strongly encouraged. There has been no official news about this supposed Ministry-sanctioned curfew, although Fabian Prewett has reported internal complications at the Ministry, which may be the cause for the hold up.
Snow continues to fall. The countryside is gripped with frost. Apartments in the city, if they are in muggle populated areas, must rely on non-magical forms of heating. This is the season for hot tea, big jumpers, thick socks, and curling up with both book and wand in hand if you’re on a stakeout.
Call it a need to be surrounded by something other than pinched faces and grim looks -- call it sheer youthful impatience -- but the group have decided to throw a small party. Check out the first event here!
