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This is the night, it's a beautiful night and they call it Bella Notte
May 18th, Early Evening

One thing he could say with certainty, Charlie preferred going out on Friday night with Anne to working in the club. The club owner was sorry to see him go but Charlie no longer needed the money since Chauncy wasn't in the equation.

Charlie smiled down at Anne as he opened the door for her, thrilled that she was giving him a chance to make amends although it would be a bit hard to revert to hands off after their one morning together but he could do that. She was worth doing that.
If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.
- Abraham Sutzkever
Saturday, May 5th ~ Afternoon

Roger grabbed a bottle of ale and set the broom he had just dismounted carefully aside. Looking around he couldn't keep the grin off his face. Some friends, a picnic, a few rounds of Quidditch, and a cold ale to drink - there was no better way to celebrate your birthday in his opinion.

And the best was yet to come.

Roger made his way over to Vera, thinking of the surprise he had enlisted the house elves help in setting up back in his quarters. Roger couldn't stop smiling as he plopped down next to his - hopefully - future wife and gave her a kiss.

"And what have you been up to?"
It's a piece of cake to make a pretty cake
Tuesday, March 6 • Evening

There comes a time in every man’s life, no matter how health conscious he is, to have this craving for food that will clog the arteries and shorten the life span. Greg had entered Hog’s Head for the purpose of giving into that calling. Completely skipping the main dishes Greg gave into his desire to have a meal comprised completely of appetizers and desserts. Greasy chips and onion rings, Chicken wings, cake and pie. Oh yes, he was going to pass out tonight from carb overload.

Since he was sitting alone in a restaurant he found it rather awkward. There was no one to talk to. One could only stare at the fire so long before a person wondered if Greg had forgotten how to turn his head. Reaching into his coat pocket he found a pack of cards he kept there and began to entertain himself by shuffling them.
The only reason I would take up jogging
is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.
~ Erma Bombeck

Friday, March 16th ~ Morning

While Anne had been quite busy getting her practice set up, not to mention the office itself and the flat, she'd been unable to push Charlie that far out of her thoughts. Especially since the first consultation with Percy. Biting her tongue not to ask Percy if Charlie was gay too, had been very difficult. Asking herself why it mattered so much - found an answer she wasn't sure she liked.

Which was why she was currently walking towards the cabin he and Bill lived in.Collapse )
Something's gotta give
Monday, March 12~Afternoon

Charlie leaned on the broom he was sweeping up with, his eyes drooping. It had been a long weekend, doing three shows a night and filling in for a dancer off sick with the flu so technically he was doing six shows a night since he was on stage twice during each.

He wondered when it would ever stopCollapse )
WWN Broadcast
Wednesday, February 14th ~ Evening

"We interrupt the 'Lover's Serenade' to bring you news from the Black Orchid Hotel. This is good, so straighten your clothes and listen to Rita for a moment, you lucky lovers out there.

"Witnesses say Healers from St. Mungo's had to be called to the scene because of a scandalous outbreak on the main dancefloor.

"Spokespeople for the Malfoy-owned establishment had no official comment to give, but according to guests it was socialite and friend of the family Pansy Parkinson who caused the disturbance. Gentlemen, please, if you're going to start panting and rioting over a witch, do it over someone with her own nose. This is 100-percent Skeeter here — get it while it's hot!

"Apparently the scene has quieted down now, but with a near-orgy going on out in the open, who knows what might have happened in the more secluded rooms? Shocking behavior indeed to be linked with one of the wizarding world's stiffly upstanding (Floo me, Lucius!) families.

"As always, ladies and gentlemen, WWN is always interested in the comments and concerns of our listeners. More importantly, if you personally witnessed a sensational bit of scandal, owl me, Rita Skeeter, care of the WWN. The Wizarding Wireless Network now returns you to our regularly scheduled programing."
The time has come for me
To break out of the shell
I have to shout
That I'm coming out
-- Diana Ross
Saturday, January 27th - Afternoon

It had been over a week, and Percy had finally managed at least one good night's sleep without any of the dreams. However, he still could not stop thinking about what he had overheard at the Three Broomsticks. He had thought long and hard about what he could possibly do to help Charlie - preferably without having to face him and look him in the eye - and had decided that subtlety was the best course of action. If that didn't work, then he would have to take more drastic action.

Though he still couldn't think of an option that meant he would never have to see his brother again. Unfortunately, that was no longer an option.

And thus he made his way to his brothers' cabin, a copy of The Joy of Gay Sex shrunken and secreted about his person for later planting in an appropriate location.

Holding back a shiver of apprehension, and gathering up every last bit of his Gryffindor courage, he knocked at the door - a part of him desperately hoping only Bill was home.
The Only Trouble With Wearing A Bag On Your Head Is You Run Into a Lot of Trees.
Monday, January 22 ~ Afternoon

Honestly, he'd thought of calling in sick. Trouble with that was his Mum would be over at the cabin ASAP with soup and asking what was wrong. Damn, if that would work because Charlie knew that she would somehow know what was wrong and he'd definitely have to move to Timbuktu, not that he wasn't contemplating the move anyway.

As long as he didn't see any of the people at the club that nightCollapse )
They keep saying the right person will come along;
I think the knight bus hit mine a few years ago.
Friday, January 19th ~ Late Afternoon

Sitting down at her desk with a sigh, Anne pulled the top, right hand drawer open to find the latest forms the Ministry office had sent her to fill out.

"If I could spend as much time actually talking to the students as I do having to fill out the latest most comprehensive and efficient forms they send..." Anne was grumbling to herself as she lifted a stack of folders onto the desk top and leafed through them quickly. "Where the hell-oo. What's this?" Anne asked as one of the folders knocked over the pile of mail she hadn't taken care of yet. A colorful brochure caught her eye as it was revealed.

Pulling out the shiny foldout, her eyebrows rose at the images.

Hellloooo, handsome.Collapse )
Christmas Day broadcast

The quick fanfare announcing a feature piece lilted over the WWN airwaves, followed by the familiar voice of Horace Knickerbocker.

"Ciaran McIrney remembers his first Cribbage's Wizarding Cracker well."

A high-pitched male voice came over the network.

"I was two years old, and my older sisters were squabbling over the last cracker. I somehow got hold of one end when Marcia let go and sort of fell on it as it opened — my face was blue from the smoke for a month after. Mum was angry at the time, but brings the piccies out now whenever I have a bird over. Still have the Screaming Yo-yo I got from it, though."

The smooth voice of the narrator took up the thread.Collapse )
Bet you thought we forgot.

Saturday, December 16th ~ Early Morning

Bill unlocked the front door and propped it open so that it wouldn't bang shut when the others arrived, and then he went about making himself some breakfast. After a moment's thought he went ahead and made some eggs for Charlie too, after all it was the his birthday. Sort of.

Once everyone was in place, Bill lead the way back to Charlie's room and barged in, not bothering to knock.

Hey, if they managed to catch Chuckles in his shorts, more the better. They were all family, after all.
You are only young once, but you can be immature for a lifetime.- John P. Grier December 15, Evening

Charlie walked out of the alley where he'd apparated to, shoving his hands deep in his coat pockets. The street was alive with holiday shoppers and those out for a good time in the establishments offered. He barely noticed the gay lights and decorations lining the shops as he headed down the street, thankful that this 'job' was in a Muggle area and that no one he knew would ever venture into the establishment. Course of they did, maybe they would remember him. He couldn't believe that everyone had forgotten his birthday.Collapse )
Arrival in Hogsmeade.
Thursday, December 7th ~ Late morning.

Kevin had found, to his slight surprise, that in the various piles of books in his apartment there were also a large range of exploding and singing items that he honestly didn't remember ever getting. He had very deliberately not packed them, and with a a bag, mostly containing heavy books, slung over his shoulder, had apparated to the outskirts of Hogsmeade, near where his new apartment was.

Peering around the street and checking the map for where the apartment was, he quickly turned and headed towards his destination.
If you can't make it better, you can laugh at it.
~ Erma Bombeck
Wednesday, December 6th ~ Early Evening

Anne knew that Percy had been teasing about her 'intentions' toward Charlie, but it still concerned her that maybe he and therefore his family were reading something into their few contacts. Since she didn't live at Hogwarts, Anne ate breakfast and dinner at her flat normally and decided the excuse of a meal would do to 'drop in' on Charlie and feel out the situation. Pushing open the door of The Three Broomsticks, Anne looked around and when she didn't seen him right away shrugged her shoulders and chose a table that gave her a view of the bar.
When you dig a hole, be careful not to fall in it.
Monday December 4, Afternoon

Mechanically Charlie went through the motions on his shift. Take the orders, serve the drinks, clean up, wash the glasses, take the orders, serve the drinks, clean up...his mind a thousand miles away, well about a hundred or so. He'd started his new job this weekend. Job. A flush rose to his face as he recalled just what his new job entailed.

Desperate times call for desperate measures, right?Collapse )
You're not the Weasley I came here for, but you'll do for now.

Tuesday, November 28th - Late Afternoon

Bad enough that he hadn't come to her again but that - that man had ruined everything by going to Harry if the wireless was to be believed. Pansy had no idea if she'd be able to salvage her plans for Harry or not, and she had never liked being unsure of something.

I can not believe I'm out here. Again! Bill Weasley deserves to have his tongue ripped out for this. Wait, no, I like that tongue. Fuck it, I'll think of something appropriate.

She stormed across the porch to bang on the front door. "Weasley! You and I need to have a long talk!"
Beginning to feel my age.
Sunday, November 5th -- Evening

His encounter with Pansy had been Friday and yet he was still feeling some of the after effects two days later. Nothing serious, he certainly wasn't about to go to St. Mungo's or Poppy and try to explain that he'd finally gotten laid ("Twice," Bill noted with no small amount of glee) again and woke up the next day feeling like he'd been sat on by Hagrid or something. Today was better than yesterday at least.

"Face it, Billy Boy, you're getting old. Oh gods, I'm too young to be too old for sex."

Which made him think of the older men that he knew...Collapse )
A spider crawled across my face,
Spreading its web on the human race …
Mama Loi, Papa Loi
I see fire in the dead man's eye
Saturday, Oct. 28 ~ Nightfall to dawn

"... Get your fun in while you can, because a cold front will be settling in tomorrow. Tonight will be a busy night across the land, with pubs packed and parties in full swing.

"And why do you think it is, my dear listeners? Just because the holiday proper falls on a weekday? Oh, no, I hardly think it's that simple.

"Hallowe'en is Tuesday. All Hallows' Eve, Samhain, the night when spirits may breech the barrier between their world and ours with ease.

"Let all the good little witches and wizards have their fun tonight. Make it your own. For Hallowe'en ... does not belong to us."
It's A Dirty Job...And I Can't Find a Damn House Elf
Saturday, October 21, Mid morning

Grimly Charlie hefted the dead yearling over his shoulders, staggering a moment under the weight. The young buck was large enough to satisfy Chauncy's appetite for at least two days.

Hagrid had been a bit useless in helping with getting the deer for the fledgling, his soft heart breaking whenever he killed one and Charlie had taken the task on instead. It didn't bother him, it was just a fact of life.

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Yeh Can' Tell A Soul
Wednesday, October 4th -- Early Evening

Hagrid had just returned from moving the large crate to its new home and was faced with trying to put to rights the mess in his hut.

For a baby, the little guy sure was destructive.

He'd just gotten the last evidence of still smoldering bedding out of the corner and was dragging the blankets through the door when he realized he wasn't alone.

Hagrid whipped around, quick for his size, and put himself between the visitor and the bedding. "Charlie!"
WWN News Update
Monday, October 2 ~ Afternoon

"... with continuing drizzle for the rest of the day."

"That does it for the regular afternoon news report, but stay tuned for a special briefing from the streets of
Hogsmeade, where everyone is awaiting the official announcement of the identity of the director of the Ministry Office.

"Horace Knickerbocker is out in the field to bring the conference to you; let's go out to him and see what the village can expect by way of its leadership."
There's Something You're Not Telling Me
Monday, October 2, Late Afternoon

Mondays were certainly one of the slower afternoons of the week. Charlie yawned broadly, hefting the large barrels of mead that had arrived an hour ago and stacking them in the corner. He preferred to do it manually than with magic, at least it helped keep his muscles from going south.

He placed the last one on top of the others and brushed his hands off on his jeans, not sure he could make it through another dull night. Weekends weren't bad, it was always lively, lots of conversation, the occasional fight. Maybe he'd start asking for Mondays off.

Were you surprised? I was surprised.

Friday, September 29th ~ Evening

Quick, everyone hide! Hermione is coming and this is her surprise party.

The Curse of Being a Weasley (How many of us are there again?)
Sunday, September 24, Afternoon

All right, so it was cliched, but women liked flowers. It was a tried and true practice, you gave a woman flowers to show you liked her, to apologize, for a gift. Charlie figured he'd go with it and made his way to Anne's house, a small bouquet of fall flowers tied with a bow in his hand.

He'd been thinking of her since that day at the market and trying not to think about the afternoon spent with her and Bill eating the melon. Bill had been subtle, for him, but still he'd told Anne enough embarrassing things about Charlie that he wondered if she would look at him again without laughing. There was one way to find out. Running a hand through his hair, he took a breath and knocked on the door.