Having the biggest room in the house had its ups and downs. It depended on who was around and what was going on in the house. At first, Manda's room was easily a sanctuary but then the Order decided to take over the house and because her room was the biggest, all of the 'kids' (as they were so often referred to) would bundle up in her room so that if anyone came looking for them to give information, they would all be together and no one would be left out. It saved the adults a lot of time from hunting them all down and having to give the same information multiple times. That was if they even bothered to share the information that they had gathered anyway. 

Tonight was one of those nights so currently, Manda was lying on her bed with her six month old brother Noah asleep on her chest. George sat beside her with her head in his lap, playing with her hair which was currently a soft blonde, Fred was laying on the floor with his legs on the bed, while the trio and Ginny were all sat on the floor. Manda sighed softly as she traced small designs on Noah's back, holding her brother close to her in an almost protective position, as if she could protect him from all of the horrors she knew about the world. She felt Noah start to get fidgety and nudged Fred's foot with her own. He raised an eyebrow at her, not wanting to disturb the nice quiet that was settled over all of them so that they could attempt to make out the conversation downstairs. She nodded over at the stereo and Fred groaned as he got up, more from the effort of getting up than the fact that he had to do it. He then turned on the stereo, running a hand through his hair before he flopped back down on to the floor in his previous position.

Soft music filled the room, drowning out the comforting silence and the quiet arguing that could be heard in the dining room. Manda continued to trace small designs on Noah's back, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt George's hand run through her hair. She felt Noah start to relax and soon his little snores joined the sounds in the room, causing a small smile to grow on Manda's face. A smile that was then mirrored on George's face as he kissed Manda's forehead.

"You ever think about what you want to be when you're older?" Ginny asked, a frown etched on her face as she leant her feet on Manda's desk. The desk was old, one that looked like it had actually been stolen from Hogwarts about a decade or two ago. She'd never really asked her parents about it. It had just always been there. She'd never bothered to look at all of the carvings on it. 

Manda shrugged lightly, being careful not to jostle Noah. "Either a potions teacher or be like Antonia."

"Who's Antonia?" Ron asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Zabini's mum," Fred told him. "Keep up Ron. Manda runs with a different crowd. You can't be a part of conversations if you don't keep up."

Ron rolled his eyes but Hermione quickly saved them all from a sibling dispute by asking: "why Mrs Zabini?"

"That woman is a literal icon. She's definitely been killing her husbands for their money but she is so," she paused for a second to cover Noah's ears, "fucking pretty that guys just don't care and they marry her on the spot," Manda pointed out, uncovering Noah's ears once she was done. "Plus she made me cherry and chocolate brownies once because Blaise wouldn't do my homework for me. She's basically a second mum."

"So basically, what I'm hearing is that you either want to be a teacher or a widow?" Harry asked her with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes but a rich widow."

"Aren't you going to end up with that Black family fortune though?" Fred pointed out as he sat up and looked over at her.

"Plus you have your half of the Potter fortune from your mum as well," George added.

"Which I then have to share with Noah and any other kids my parents decide to suddenly have," Manda pointed out before she shrugged. "But then again, that isn't that much of a difference. Maybe I don't need to be a widow."

"You want to change your answer?" Ginny asked with an amused smile.

"And wouldn't you have to kill George if you want to be a widow?" Ron added.

"No, see, I would marry rich, they would mysteriously die and then I'd marry George and we'd live happily ever after and I would become a potions teacher just for fun," Manda told them all, causing George to let out a soft chuckle.

"Nice to know that you have the whole future planned out," he commented, kissing her cheek gently. "I think you'd be a great Potions teacher."

Before the conversation could continue any further, all of them were called down to dinner by a snippy Molly who sounded more than ready to not feed them if they didn't come down soon. Manda carefully sat up, making sure not to jostle Noah so that he continued sleep. Dinner was early that night which probably meant that the meeting hadn't exactly gone very well. She sighed softly and carefully carried Noah downstairs, leading all of the others.

Now they all just had to worry about getting as much information as possible from everyone in the meeting. It wouldn't be that hard...

Maybe.