"...and to end our little salute to St Patrick, we bring you some little known facts about a drink I'm sure the majority of you will have consumed before the evening is over."
A slight rustle of paper is heard and a throat is cleared lightly.
"About 4000 years ago, it was the accepted practice in Babylonia that for a month after the wedding, the bride's father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer, and because their calender was lunar based, this period was called the 'honey month' or what we know today as the 'Honeymoon'.
Take Me Out To See Quidditch, Take Me Out To The Crowd...
Tuesday, March 14th - Evening
Hermione tried not to wear a hole in the rug as she paced back and forth, half-starkers, in front of the closet in her personal quarters. She had three minutes left to find something to wear before Ron would be at her door to pick her up for the Quidditch game. The problem was, should she dress in something a little less than her usual reserve for a date or dress in super-comfy-casual so as not to let on that she had feelings for him?
She tried to think back to the way he had asked her about this evening. The trouble was, he hadn't made it sound like a date...or had he? Hermione grunted at the selection in her closet and rested her head agaist the closet door jam in an exhausted thud. A half-second later, two additional thuds sounded from the other room. To Hermione's despair, she realized that it was Ron knocking. He was early!
"Just a moment!" She called, quickly wrapping a dressing robe around her so she could open the door without giving Ron a free peep show.
A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it. ~ George Moore Monday, March 13th ~ Evening
Charlie had apparated in the woods near Hogsmeade, feeling it would be safer, since he knew the place had changed and didn't want to Apparate in a wall. He'd had enough trouble with Apparition when he was younger. Of course, his choice for a place of arrival had nothing to do with the fact that Molly would most likely be waiting for him, unless the owl had gotten lost somehow. That would be brilliant...or not.
He lifted his travel bag on his shoulder, took a deep breath and walked towards Hogsmeade and the new family business, which he had incidentally never visited.
"I Don't Give A Damn What Your Job Description Is, Witherpool. This. Is. My. Story!" Wednesday, March 8th ~ Mid Afternoon
Rita looked up and down the busy street, moved over to a pleasant looking women and snatched the microphone out of her hands. "Damn it, Anastasia! This is my story! I spent the night under that table with their smelly feet - although the view wasn't bad - I deserve this! Shoo!"
Bumping the shocked woman aside, Rita smiled at the crowd and turned on the mic. "Good afternoon to all our listeners! Rita Skeeter here with a special live fuck, I hope very lively broadcast from Hogsmeade! As you may all recall, last night The Three Broomsticks held a poker tournament exclusive to men. Like I was about to stay away from that! Well ladies, it seems they have decided to make it up to us!"
If, after the first twenty minutes, you don't know who the sucker at the table is, it's you. ~ Unknown Tuesday, March 7th ~ Evening
"The preceding program was brought to you by the Three Broomsticks who have a challenge for all the gentlemen in our listening audience. Looking for something fun to do on a dull night? Something stimulating, but not serious? Join us at the Three Broomsticks for our first ever Poker Night! No money will be involved, but there will be prizes in the form of free drinks, free meals and a grand prize for the big winner of the evening.
"As always ladies and gentlemen WWN is always interested in the comments and concerns of our listeners. If you have one, please contact us by owl or floo. We appreciate the interest shown and will respond as soon as possible. The Wizarding Wireless Network now returns you to our regularly scheduled programing."
No, You May Not Break The Pool Cues Over Each Others Heads. Friday, February 24th ~ Evening
Harry had invited Ron over to play some pool. He'd enjoyed the evening at the pub the other night, but missed having a chance to just talk. Since Harry'd started seeing Daphne, their normal activities had ground to a halt. After they had a quick dinner, Harry rose from the table and headed toward the den.
"I've just got a quick owl to send, Ron, if you want to head upstairs and set up the first game. There should be plenty of soda or ale in the small fridge up there if you want anything."