Authors Note= I feel this chapter is completely uneventful, which I am super sorry for. But, at least, it is super sweet and hopefully makes your heart happy! I just love Molly Weasley, and think she is exactly what Estelle needs right now (in moderation of course)! I promise the next chapter will be more exciting, I swear. Next chapter, you guys will get introductions to the different Order members (finally) and see Estelle's thoughts on them. So you will have that to look forward to!

I attempted to make my footsteps quiet as I crept over to the long, black-haired man on the other side of the room. The man who was sitting alone, the one who had caught my eye.

But it seemed that even though my presence in the doorway had gone unnoticed by the large group of unfamiliar faces, my trek across the room did not. And as soon as I had made it two strides into the dining room, I was spotted by that Molly woman. And she exclaimed in excitement at the sight of me. "Oh, Estelle darling, come sit over here!"

My eyes flickered over to where Molly was pointing, a seat between Harry and the other man from earlier, the scruffy one with the long, dark hair. It was almost at the head of the table, and in the middle of the entire group of people. But I didn't want to be near all of those people, I wanted to sit by the greasy-haired man in the corner, far from everyone else.

When my eyes went back to his, he had a questioning look. As if he was asking me where I was going to sit, either by him or by Harry and the rest of the people.

I took a step away from the table, and towards the man I was so captivated with. I didn't want to be in the middle of all of these magical people, I knew that for certain. But, my answer didn't seem to satisfy Molly or my brother. Because the second it looked like I wasn't going to take the seat they were providing, cries of protest erupted. One particularly loud comment coming from Harry, who exclaimed, "Jeez Estelle, just come and sit down!"

I turned back towards the table and my eyes found my brother's, his gaze fiery and filled with anger. I knew at that moment that there wasn't a choice in my seat, it was to be at the table with my brother. So, I turned away from the captivating man, my gaze finding the ground as I hastily walked over to my brother.

I knew all eyes in the room were on me as I sat down, and I prayed they would look away, but they never did. Instead, conversation remained silent as I slowly slid myself on the seat, me still not daring to make any eye contact.

I jumped, practically to the ceiling, when a plate suddenly appeared in front of me. My hands clutched my heart in fear, and I could hear silent chuckles from the magical people. But, I didn't care, I was scared of this magical food. Which looked like some sort of chicken.

I didn't trust anything that would just appear in front of me.

The tip of my finger reached out to touch the magical meal in uncertainty, retreating as soon as it made contact. I wanted to make sure it didn't just disappear, and that it was real.

"It's just chicken, Estelle. Just eat it." Harry snapped at me, the first one to speak since I had sat down. He obviously was annoyed at my cautiousness, which he often was. But when my eyes looked at the rest of the group hesitantly, under my eyelashes, to see if they felt the same, I could detect no negativity. Their faces either read of shock, compassion, or a tiny bit of fear. They seemed to not share in Harry's impatience.

My gaze focused back on the food, as I tried to move past the fact that it had appeared in front of me, to look at it's other features. Upon inspection, I quickly noticed the sheer amount of food in front of me. It felt like it was a whole chicken sitting on a magical plate, and I was expected to eat all of it. "It's so big." I whispered with wonder in my voice, and large eyes, trying to take it all in. My comment caused a few people at the table to chuckle, and at first I didn't understand why.

But then I realized the other implications of the comment, and my face drained of color. "No...I didn't...I don't…" came out in a rush as I tried to correct myself. I didn't want these regal, magical people to think I was improper like that. If I had even dared to say something like that in front of Petunia, especially during dinner, I would've gotten a backhand across the face.

Yet, when I braced for impact, none came. And when my eyes looked through my lashes again to scan the room, no one had moved. Some held faint smiles on their faces, but no one seemed angry either. Everyone just seemed mildly amused, with slight signs of pity.

They didn't want to strike me for my words, they didn't even seem mad, and I honestly didn't know what to do about it. So, I just took a deep breath, tried to reset myself from my previous loss of color, and looked at Molly. "Is this all for me, ma'am?" I asked her, assuming she was the coordinator of this large meal.

She looked taken back at my question, as if she hadn't expected me to ask it. Yet, she recovered quickly, and quickly gave me a fumbling response. "I mean, yes, my dear. That is your plate." She paused, as if trying to access how much I could consume of it, "And if you need more, please ask."

My eyes grew wide, more food? Who might want more of this? I glanced down back at my plate, to make sure we were looking at the same dish, before looking back at the red-headed matriarch, sitting diagonal from me. "More?" I questioned, voice growing soft as I confessed, "I have never been given this much food in my life."

The room got deathly still at that, like it wasn't already. Yet the quiet movements of eating that had been there before had ceased. Everyone just sat with down-turned eyes, and no movement, taking in the words I had just said.

I knew then that what I had said was obviously unacceptable. No one wanted to hear my problems, or my confessions, and their lack of responses reflected this. But, what pained me the most was the sad expression that had crossed Molly's face. She was upset at my words, for what reason, I was uncertain. Yet, I knew I had to find some way to fix the situation. I didn't want to upset any of these magical people, they were too special.

So, I quickly tried to use the fork and knife that were beside my plate to get myself a piece of the chicken. The utensils felt foreign in my hand as I struggled to break off a piece, and I was worried that my lack of experience with the tools would be obvious to the people around the room, all of which had gone back to watching me like hawks. They were hoping I wouldn't notice, I noticed.

After a minute and much struggle, I finally was able to get a bit in my mouth. And the second I closed my lips around it, I felt a wave of pleasure like never before. There was so much flavor in such a small bite, more flavor than I have ever tasted before. And my body responded to the sudden rush of flavor by closing my eyes and tipping my head back. A slight, unwilling moan left my lips in satisfaction as I chewed my piece, letting the flavor gather in my mouth before finally swallowing the chicken.

By the time I had opened my eyes, coming down from the sensations the food had given me, the room was still motionless and silent. But instead of the horrified expressions from before, the faces of the group held slight smiles at my obvious joy. If my judgement of the group had been correct, they had found my reaction to food endearing and charming.

The best reaction of all came when my eyes found Molly's from across the table. Her tragic face from before was replaced with a huge, beaming smile. Showing that she was happy and satisfied at my reaction. And when I gave her a smile and nod, as if to tell her it was everything I wanted, and she just burst.

Molly let out a small shriek of excitement and hastily got out of her chair, trying to push by people to get closer to me. She exclaimed on her way over, "I am so happy you liked it!"

Others sitting at the table protested as they got hit or pushed on by the determined matriarch, trying to make her way across the room to where I sat. =

At first, I was excited at her reaction. I had brought her happiness, in the form of a very genuine reaction to food. Yet, when I realized that her bounding over to me was for a hug, I froze. The idea of being wrapped up with that woman for any reason, including a hug, was terrifying. Yet, if she wanted to and it made her happy, I wasn't about to protest.

I didn't want her sad because of me, I wanted to please her and make her joyful. So, I said nothing, and instead just closed my eyes and wrapped my hands around my torso, bracing myself for the ever-impending physical contact I was going to have to make. Yet, none came.

There was no doom in the form of a crushing hug. Instead, when I cracked open my right eye, I saw her kneeling in front of me. The chair being low enough that her kneeling and me sitting meant we were practically looking each-other in the eyes. And, slowly, my face relaxed once more, with both eyes looking right into hers. She had remembered, no touching.

Instead, as full of heart as she could muster, she whispered, "Estelle, I will keep you safe, you are one of mine now."

And I cried.