Someone will have to do this, now that the Order is dead. He thought darkly, looking over at the remnants of the rag-tag organization. Hagrid was in a corner, awkwardly trying to not get in anyone's way but still being just enough of a klutz to make a scene. Minerva was consoling George as Charlie worked to get his parents away from the open bar as they drunkenly and loudly argued over Arthur's fetish for muggle technology. He even noticed Ginny had smuggled in a flask of something and restrained a frown at the family.