He sat down at the long table, finding a seat squashed uncomfortably between Longbottom and Professor Trelawney, who kept glaring at him most unnervingly with those bulging eyes. Merlin only knew why the crazy old bat was even needed here; she wasn’t an active member of the Order. Looking around the crowded table, Draco realised for the first time how truly pitiful the numbers on this side of the war were. To be fair, most of the soldiers weren’t present – only the more important members able to attend – but even so the Order seemed insignificant in comparison to the number of allies and followers the Dark Lord had collected over the past year.