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WWN ~ Rita Skeeter Program, In Progress ~ Complete

Show me someone who never gossips,
and I'll show you someone who
isn't interested in people.
~Barbara Walters

Sunday, July 30th ~ Afternoon





"...such varied and interesting uses for the common rutabaga. I know I'll be giving some of them a try when I get home."

"Don't even think about it, Rita."

"Spoilsport. I'll make it worth your while, Anchorman."


"One final bit of trivia to share with my dear listeners today. Tomorrow is July thirty-first, twenty-six years ago tomorrow the Boy Who Lived to become one deliciously tasty hunk of man flesh was born. One would think that this bachelor - until someone puts a ring on his finger he's still fair game, maybe even after if I can get him drunk enough - and former man about town would have no end of parties to attend, all in his honor, but I haven't heard one peep. Damn it.

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Dobby, Winky and Harry -- Glen Hollow -- Complete

Love, love is strange
Wednesday, May 17th -- Evening


Dobby was pleased that Winky had been able to visit during the middle of the week. Lately they had only been able to see each other on Sundays, the day the Great Harry Potter, Sir had given Dobby to spend anyway he chose.

But tonight was a special occasion. Tonight was Winky and Dobby's anniversary.

They were going to eat the dinner that Miss Daphne had made especially for them, and watch one of Winky's favorite movies (which Dobby wasn't terribly fond of - Winky got a funny look in her eyes when Mr. Johnny Castle was on the telly).

The soft pop of Apparation came from behind him and with a grin, Dobby turned around.

"Winky."
hand on face

Daphne, Harry and Dobby ~ Draco's Flat to Glen Hollow ~ Complete

Strange Dreams and Stranger Reality
Sunday, January 22nd ~ Afternoon



Important images were fading and he couldn't hold onto them or their meanings. More than once Harry shifted in the strange bed and tried to wake up, but something wouldn't let him. A part of him knitted back together inside which allowed him to finally relax and fall deeply asleep.

Where are the birds? was the first groggy thought that crossed Harry's mind when he started to rouse. His eyes opened briefly and then flew open when he realized he wasn't in his own bedroom. Sitting up, the bedding slid down and he noticed that he still had his jeans on.

Ah, I'm in Draco's spare bedroom.

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Draco and Dobby ~ Harry's House ~ Complete

The Price of a Free Meal
Saturday, November 26 ~ Evening



"Potter you bastard! Get out here!" Scowling, Draco watched the white glob slide down his arm and onto Potter's hard wood floor. Hmmph. He can clean it up. His fault anyway. Catching his reflection in the mirror he was grateful for Harry's affinity for Muggle things. If the sight of himself covered in whipped topping made him shriek, a laughing mirror would have resulted in copious amounts of damage.

"Damn it where are you? I opened the bloody can - like you said - and the thing exploded! Refrigerator is filthy!"
Asian Dress 2

Harry, Daphne and Dobby ~*~ Muggle London / Harry's House ~*~ Complete

Another Date Outing with a Friend
Sunday, November 13th ~*~ Evening




Daphne wiped her mouth with her napkin, still laughing at the amusing story Harry had shared. Going out to eat was a rare treat for her and when Harry had suggested a trip to Muggle London for Chinese she'd jumped at the opportunity.

"That was delicious. Thank you." She tilted her head and smiled. "All that's left is the fortune cookie."

Daphne reached for one and handed it to him. "You first."
Harry

Dobby and Harry ~ Harry's House ~ Mature Audiences ~ Complete

"Let Me Tell You 'bout The Birds And The Bees And The Flowers And The Trees..."
Saturday, November 12th ~ Afternoon



After Draco left, Harry spent the remainder of the morning making sure that the gutters and drain spouts on the outside of the house were clear of any leaves that had fallen. Smirking to himself, as his wand lifted and pulled the garbage from the depths, Harry could image the Ferret screaming about how undignified it was for a wizard to do manual labor - even if it did involve using a wand.

After going back inside the house and putting his broom away, Harry realized he was getting hungry. He really didn't expect Draco to return for lunch, but with him - you never knew for sure. Walking into the kitchen, he glanced in Dobby's direction.

"Hey, Dobby? What's for lunch? I don't know if Draco will be back or not, but it would probably be good to have enough on hand in case he shows."
concerned

Daphne, Harry and Dobby ~ Harry's Home ~ Complete

A belief is like a guillotine, just as heavy, just as light.
~ Franz Kafka ~
Sunday, November 6th ~ Late Afternoon



Glancing out over the small lake, Harry squinted at something that had broken the surface of the water.

"Maybe I should see about getting a squid, what do you think?" Harry asked as he leaned back on his elbows, glad that they'd used warming charms instead of trying to have a picnic while wearing bulky clothing.