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  • _wwn_

WWN ~ Rita Skeeter Program, In Progress

When you are in trouble, people who call to sympathize are really looking for the particulars.

~Edgar Watson Howe, Country Town Sayings, 1911

Wednesday, November 22nd

One last delicious dish to share with you today, dear listeners.

After her sudden and mysterious disappearance a year ago, the delicate flower and socialite Pansy Parkinson has returned. One has to wonder what could have drawn her back.

Or who.

My sources tell me this perfect Pansy has been spreading her petals for not one but two of Hogsmeade's hunkiest catches. Men who were supposedly already off the market, at least as far as their girlfriend and fiance - yes, fiance - were probably concerned.

These two tasty testosterone packed men fought over her on Monday at the Phoenix according to eye witnesses. The photos are to die for. Not as gorgeous as the Streak, but still something to warm my -


What? I was going to say heart. We can talk about warming something else later, Zeke, now run along. Rita's working.

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Gabrielle and Fleur ~ Fleur's Flat ~ Incomplete

It's Not Official Until You're Huddled In The Corner Eating Your Hair.
Thursday, August 17th ~ Evening

Gabrielle knocked and eyed the door in front of her not unlike the way one would view a wild creature. Not that she was afraid of her sister - but well she didn't really want to go in but according to the letter she had found waiting for her when she had returned from her conveniently timed buying trip - not that she was avoiding the issue but she totally was - she really needed to find out what was going on. She'd left her bags - and the obnoxiously large basket of biscuits she'd found for Bill laying on the floor and it really was a good thing she'd never gotten a pet other than her owl and she was fairly certain he wouldn't eat them - upon reading Bill's letter. Apparently her sister had gotten involved with the Fae - AKA, according to Luna "The Bad People" - and had nearly been taken along with the ones they did take?

It was a bit confusing.

So much for her plans of dinner and a bath.

Gabrielle, Finvar and Luna ~ Femme Fatale ~ Complete

Great Talents Are The Most Lovely And Often The Most Dangerous Fruits On The Tree Of Humanity. They Hang Upon The Most Slender Twigs That Are Easily Snapped Off.
- Carl G. Jung
Thursday, June 29 ~ Evening

Gabrielle was counting up the days receipts, watching the clock tick off the moments until she could close. The last week had been very busy - happily for her register - but she was impatient to get off her feet and have a quiet dinner with Luna.

Not that she was avoiding going out lest she run into Fleur or Bill - but she was. She knew she should try and talk to her sister, but with the guilt of the deception and a layer of ire over it kept the impulse in check. She owed Bill an apology, probably more than a few biscuits as well, but every night she had been too worn out from the rush at the shop to begin to compose any letter more than halfway legible.

She looked up with a smile at the tinkling of the bells above the door - and stilled. That was definitely not Luna. "Can I help you?"
  • _wwn_

WWN ~ Special Broadcast ~ Complete

Midsummer's Festival
Saturday, June 24th ~ Early Evening

"This is Anastasia Witherpool, live in downtown Hogsmeade where the Midsummer's Festival is well under way. People are crowding the streets, vendors are out offering their - "

A slight scuffle is heard over the air, ending in Anastasia muffling a curse and muttering about her foot.

"Rita Skeeter here. Voting for this year's Litha Queen is still open and remember, every vote counts some more than others so be sure to come out and vote for your favorite candidate. Someone you know and trust, someone you would welcome into your homes every evening during her segment on the nightly news. Someone, for instance, like me?"

-back that microphone, woman, before I -

"Ezekiel Brunderbluss, back at the WWN studio once more. We seem to be experiencing some technical difficulties with our live broadcast.

"Please remember WWN is always interested in the comments and concerns of our listeners. Feel free to, contact us by owl or floo. We appreciate the interest shown and will respond as soon as possible. The Wizarding Wireless Network will return you to Rita Skeeter and Anastasia Witherpool live at the Midsummer's Festival in Hogsmeade after these messages from our sponsors."

Gabrielle, Fleur and Bill ~ Un Peu de Ciel ~ Complete

There She Stumbles
Falling To Her Knees
I Think She Tripped On Reality

Friday, June 23rd ~ Evening

Gabrielle was nervous. No - this went beyond nervous. Where usually she'd be a babbling wreck, now she was sitting there silent, afraid to open her mouth. Looking at the man that had just sat down across from her, she bit her lip and checked her watch for the fifteenth time.

You have to tell him why he had to meet you here. It's too close for him to bolt now. Tell him!

Gabrielle pasted a smile on her face and opened her mouth. "Bread?" she asked helplessly, holding the basket out to him.

No! Not right!
Listening, Surprised

Bill and Gabby -- Black Orchid Hotel -- Complete

Saturday, June 3rd -- Evening

Nothing was guaranteed to make a bloke feel his age like a weekend long party full of drinking and rich foods coupled with sleeping on a bloody too short couch.

Some how, some way, Bill was going to get back at Arthur. Oh, yes. There would be revenge.

He threw himself into one of the large chairs in the "Honeymoon" suite and glared at the evil couch that was several inches to short for his six foot four frame. Another burning mouthful of scotch, then his gaze softened slightly as he turned to look at his current roommate.

"Thanks for agreeing to come back up to the room so early. I don't think I could have taken another hour of... I will say that Malfoy does know how to throw one hell of a party, it's just not my thing. Maybe I'm turning into an old maid." One side of his mouth curved up slightly at his joke, inviting Gabby to join in the humor.

Various ~ Black Orchid ~ Complete

We Are All Born Naked And Screaming And If You're Lucky That Sort Of Thing Won't Stop There
Friday, June 2nd ~ Evening

"I have no idea who is screwing who so just check them in like they say and then send them to the ballroom. Oh!" Draco's eyes widened slightly and he leaned over to talk to the manager in a hushed tone, "If a Ron Weasely or a Daphne Greengrass check in send them out to the stable." He smirked and his grin fell slightly. "Well - only if she's alone. Idiot would get pissy otherwise."

Leaving the man with his final instructions, Draco made his way back to his accommodations - only the best of course - to freshen up, he had an entrance to make after all. So far things were moving along nicely - the staff was well trained and had easily accepted the booking of a Wizarding Proctologists Convention - allegedly to keep the press away, actually to keep his family away and the ruse seemed to have worked. Not to mention it provided him with endless personal amusement.

Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me...