Mrs. Weasley's disapproval was everywhere. Some was mild, some was strong. But most of the time, every time she looked at her twin sons, or Caprice, she had a look of anger or disappointment or just plain disapproval in her eyes.

They had grown to ignore the glares though. Her glaring wasn't uncommon, but after several weeks of the three seventeen-year-olds being on the receiving end of the classic Molly Weasley frown, they just glanced with minimal interest and moved on quickly. They didn't pause to linger. They honestly had stopped caring.

Most of the time.

"My mum hates me!" Fred groaned one night. He and Caprice were sitting on the couch together, Caprice in his lap and his chin resting on her shoulder, right after dinner. No one was in yet, since they were all eating dessert while Caprice and Fred skipped it.

"No, Fred, your mum hates me."

Fred rolled his eyes, "She could never hate you."

"She does. I bet she thinks I'm stealing you… I feel awful."

"Stealing me?"

"Like… I'm taking her precious son away. It happens all the time with a mother and her son's partners. My dad's mum still hates my own. She never stopped even after twenty years of knowing my mum."

"Well my mum disapproves of me and you. Clearly."

Caprice pointed out, "When has your mum approved of anything you do?"

He shrugged, "Once the business gets going, I suppose she'll be pretty proud."

"Well you'll be successful then. You'll have money and a big business and even though the business is in pranking merchandise, I'm sure she'll be happy for you."

He grinned, "It's partly thanks to you, Capri."

Caprice blushed, "I didn't do much."

"Please, you're handling so much of what George and I could never…"

"Just the money."

Fred sighed, "And in case you hadn't noticed, the money is a pretty big part of a joke shop business. Or any business. We get paid in money. And you're handling loads more than that, like real-estate, and you're helping with the products."

"You guys are doing most of the products," she argued, "I don't help that much."

"But since you got great grades in potions, you're helping just by telling us what's gonna happen with a batch of ingredients even before we've brewed it."

"But then you guys still didn't listen when I told you that you shouldn't mix porcupine quills and boomslang skins together in that potion you made to cure acne."

Fred rubbed his cheek where it had broken out in boils for three days until Caprice could fix it. He and George had both hidden in their rooms until the gigantic red boils were gone. Although it didn't dissuade much suspicion from Mrs. Weasley, going out with boils on their faces would have caused much more suspicion in the first place.

"Well that was George insisting we try it, since he thought it had to work with the boomslang skins."

"Obviously it did not. He should learn to listen to me more, don't you think?"

Fred smiled into her shoulder, "Absolutely, love."

"I'm sure that if he did, things would turn out in his favor much more often."

"He won't take advice from anyone."

"Neither will you, really."

Fred just laughed, "I'm sure you're more stubborn than me."

Caprice didn't respond. She did, however, move away from his lap as soon as Lupin, Tonks and Sirius entered the room, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley following closely and Ron, Hermione, Christi, Ginny and George coming right after.

"How come you two didn't want dessert?" Mrs. Weasley asked Caprice and Fred with an intense, viciously interrogating glare.

"I was just a little stuffed from the stew, Mrs. Weasley. The dinner was excellent." Caprice answered simply.

"You missed out, Caprice," Christi told her sister, "The bread pudding was great!"

George nodded to his twin, "Yeah, Fred. Mum said the berries were picked fresh yesterday."

Mrs. Weasley nodded, "Kingsley was so kind to bring them when he stopped by. Speaking of which, he's going to come by again tonight with the rest of the group. Only time anyone was available for another meeting was late tonight."

Mr. Weasley nodded, "Right… I'm sure Kingsley will also want some of that bread pudding, too. Caprice, Fred, there is some left in case you want some later on. I'll be sure to save some for you both."

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Caprice smiled nicely, "You are too kind."

"Yeah, thanks, Mum," Fred smiled at his mother.

"So who are all the people coming over all the time, Mum?" Ron asked.

Despite the entire Order of the Phoenix being over at Grimmauld Place for meetings rather often, the kids had never properly met any of them. They barely knew any of their names. They didn't even know why they were there, or anything about the Order. They had asked more than once but never got answers, and the adults weren't planning on telling any of them.

Mrs. Weasley didn't directly answer Ron's question. In fact, she stayed silent until Ginny asked if they could at least meet them. "I suppose if you want to meet them, I'll introduce you to everyone tonight. They'll be over any moment."

"What do they come over for, anyways?" Hermione questioned.

Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley looked at each other, and at Sirius, Tonks and Lupin, shiftily. "Well," Mr. Weasley sighed, "We can't exactly tell you."

"I don't see what the big deal would be with informing them of what's going on," Sirius commented, "I mean, we don't have to tell them everything. We don't even have to tell them the purpose of what we're doing or anything, just what the Order is."

"The Order?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well now that Sirius has let the cat out of the bag…" Mrs. Weasley grumbled, "You may as well tell them what the Order is."

She got up promptly and went to the kitchen in a huff. Mr. Weasley sighed and said, "Kids, we are the Order of the Phoenix."

"And what is that?" Christi asked when he didn't continue.

Lupin answered her, "The Order of the Phoenix is an organization set up by Dumbledore dedicated to fighting Dark forces. We aren't official to the Ministry and we're very undercover, so you can't tell anyone."

"You guys are fighting You-Know-Who?" Ron asked, "How?"

"We can't tell you that," his father answered, "We're not exactly fighting, but we're doing very important things. We can't tell you what, though."

"Dumbledore set it all up?" Hermione inquired. The three men reluctantly nodded.

Sirius said, "There was an old Order back in the seventies, but it split apart when Voldemort fell. We're back now, anyways, but that's all we can tell you."

"And kids, we'd appreciate it if you kept it to yourselves and didn't tell anyone that you write letters to, that you go to school with… You can't tell anyone at all," Lupin said.

"Don't even tell Harry if he comes," Mr. Weasley said, "We'll tell him ourselves in our own way."

"We won't tell anyone," Ron nodded, and everyone else promised as well.

Caprice interjected, "I want to be part of it."

Everyone looked at her, and Mr. Weasley said after some hesitation, "No… You can't be."

"I'm almost eighteen, Mr. Weasley," she pointed out, "I'm above legal age to do what I want. I want to join the Order and help!"

"Caprice, you're still in school," Lupin said, "You need to stay in school and—"

"Mr. Lupin, with all due respect, I needn't really do anything. But it's my choice to finish school; it's my choice to join the Order. And I want to join."

"Caprice, would you give up school for this?"

"Of course!"

He shook his head, "We won't let you in. You need to finish school. We understand that you're almost eighteen, you're over seventeen—"

"—and this goes for you boys, too," Mr. Weasley looked pointedly at Fred and George before he let Lupin continue.

"You all after over seventeen, but you're still in school. You must get a good education so that you can do what you want in the future."

"We already have a plan, Lupin," George said, "and we don't need to finish school for it."

Mr. Weasley sighed, "I understand, boys, that you have the entire joke shop planned out and everything, but if it fails, you'll need a proper education to get another job. You can't just depend on pranks to get you through life. And Caprice can't either, she—"

"She's involved in everything, too, Dad," George said, "The three of us are set."

"Once again, no," Mr. Weasley said, "The three of you will finish school. I have no control over you Caprice but I know for a fact you parents will force you to finish school. And Fred, George, I have plenty of power over what you both do. And you will finish school."

"At least talk to the rest of the Order about it, Mr. Weasley, Lupin, Sirius," Caprice said, "I should be allowed."

"You can join next June once you get out of school, Caprice," Lupin said firmly, "And that's that."

All three of the grown men left the room, leaving Caprice scowling. "You know, if I can't join, I should at least be able to know exactly what they're doing."

"You know they won't tell us until Harry gets here. Even then they might not tell us anything," Hermione pointed out, "Whatever it is it must be really big and secretive. Very important. I'm not getting my hopes up on any of us finding anything out."

Ron said, "I hate being a kid sometimes, you know?"

Fred told him, "Don't worry about it, mate. Soon enough you'll find yourself in your seventh year and you'll be wondering what the hell you're going to do after you finish Hogwarts, what you'll do with the NEWTS you have, what's gonna happen to you…"

Christi asked, "I thought you guys had that all figured out."

"We do," Fred nodded.

"But we know people who don't," George said.

Christi asked her sister, "Do you have it all figured out?"

Caprice glanced at Fred and George, "Yeah, for the most part."

"And I'm sure it doesn't really conform to what Mum and Dad want from you."

Caprice shook her head and laughed, "Probably not."

Christi was about to respond, but they heard somebody entering the house. They all heard them go into the kitchen and start talking, and Molly called them in there.

"So now you all can meet the Order," she said with a slight frown, "So this is Kingsley Shacklebolt, Alastor Moody, my son Bill, then there's the other members of the Advance Guard, Dedalus Diggle, Elphias Doge, Hestia Jones, Emmeline Vance and Sturgis Podmore, and lastly is Mundungus Fletcher. We can't tell you what any of them exactly do, but since you've been asking to meet them, there they are. And everyone, you know my three sons and daughter, and then there's Hermione Granger, Ron's friend, and Christi and Caprice Venizelos."

"Venizelos," the one named Mundungus Fletcher said, eyeing them, "Your father has screwed me over numerous times."

"I have trouble believing that," Christi said lowly as he shook their hands.

"Mundungus Fletcher, but call me Dung."

Mrs. Weasley said, "The kids were just poking around a bit, asking questions."

"That's been handled, though," Mr. Weasley said quickly, "Kids, go upstairs, we're going to start the meeting. And no, none of you can sit in."

He looked pointedly at Caprice and the twins when he said this. Caprice sighed in an exasperated way and left the room quickly. When they all got upstairs, she said, "So who died and made them my parents?"

"Well I don't think Mum and Dad would appreciate you knowing all this stuff about the Order, whatever it is." Christi said. Caprice shook her head.

"Who gives a damn? I'm still seventeen, I should be allowed… Whatever," she looked at Fred and George, "C'mon, we've got business to do."

"I hope you know that we all realize most of what you're doing in your rooms, right?" Ron called out.

"Yeah, right!" Fred laughed.

George followed with, "You probably don't know the half of it. We're gonna be famous, Ronnikins! Rich!"

"We'll be billionaires when we get through!" Fred said, "And we'll be admired all around the UK!"

"Good luck with that," Ron scoffed, "You'll need it!"