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Friday, June 29th ~ Evening

"- I had know that was all it would take to keep that hag Witherpool off my case and away from my stories, I would have volunteered to bring lunch for everyone before. It is not my fault she's got a thing for chicken salad. How was I supposed to know you aren't supposed to use the entire - What? - What do you mean I'm on the air? Already? Why didn't you say something sooner?"

"This is Rita Skeeter live in the gardens of the Black Orchid Hotel - which is the closest I can get thanks to security and that restraining order. That sound you hear is an almost tribal rhythm emanating from the hotel ballroom."

The noise grew momentarily louder before being drowned out by the unmistakable sounds of snapping twigs and a whispered curse. "They nearly saw me that time."

"Almost a primal beat, primal enough to remind this reporter of the events that occurred in that very ballroom just a few short months ago. Will tonight's festivities end in yet another veil of silence, much like the day after the Valentine's Ball and the rumored, yet sadly unsubstantiated, orgy that may or may not have taken place?"

"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."
Every Rose Has Its Thorn
Wednesday, June 20th ~ Late Evening

Colin has been waiting for a nice clear night, without too much moon or too little, to play with the new toys he'd picked up on his last visit home.

The special lens and film were supposed let him get some amazing shots in the dark, with a sort of eerie effect.

Which is why Colin was lurking in the bushes near the Hogwarts' gate after dark; camera pressed to his eye, breath held, as he waited for the small creature near the tree to come just a bit further out of the darkness.

Somewhere to the left, a twig snapped, and Colin froze, the creature gone in a split-second.

For a moment he was in the midst of another grove of trees, spells were flying overhead, and Colin nearly called out for his brother before he remembered where - and when - he was.

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I got my mob scene in my eyes
You can ignore the voices of the people,
This is the beginning.

They say no consequence.
This is the beginning of the end.
Monday, June 11 :: Morning

"This is to be a precision operation. Secure the area, retrieve Lestrange and bring her back to Azkaban for interrogation."

Scrimgeour steepled his hands and looked across his desk at the hand-picked group of Aurors listening attentively to every one of his words.

Kingsley Shacklebolt wasn't among them. The Minister had wanted disciplined, obedient officers on this mission, and while he respected the Head of the Auror Office, Scrimgeour didn't trust Shacklebolt to see what was best in this case.

For instance, Kingsley would probably think it necessary to inform the Hogsmeade office of what was about to go down in their town, and that couldn't be allowed.
You are only young once,
but you can be immature for a lifetime.
-John P. Grier
Wednesday, June 6th ~ Afternoon

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Owl to GregCollapse )

I may be going crazy, but at least I'm not going alone.
Sunday, June 3rd ~*~ Afternoon

It was a fine day to be outside. The sun was shining, birds were chirping. Several owls were flying through the air to deliver messages to their owners. One owl seemed a little different then the others. It carried no message or parcel. Rather then flying in a direction for a purpose it circled lazily around the town.

After a while it flew down into a small alley.

A few moments later, Gregory Goyle walked out of the alley, shielding his eyes with his hand against the bright sunlight.
The first step to getting the things you want out of life is this: Decide what you want.
~ Ben Stein
Friday, May 4th ~ Morning

Since Lucius was absent for an extended period on business matters, there was really no hurry. However, having made her mind up, Narcissa wanted to be completely moved and established in her new home before he returned. Mostly because she didn't trust him. Narcissa had no doubt Lucius would take whatever steps he felt were necessary to keep her in their - his home and her skills with a wand were pitiful at best.

For that matter, what's to stop him from simply removing me from the penthouse and depositing me back here again? made a frown appear between her brows. Then and there she decided to ask Draco and Severus for assistance in setting up proper deterrents against that possibility. It wouldn't stop him if he happened to catch her out in the open, but at least she could sleep at night knowing nothing would happen.

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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.

Thursday, February 1 ~ Evening

Greg glanced at the clock and set the pot on the stove to simmer. The cold winter air and snow just inspired him to attempt to make hot cider. It had taken all day and several failed attempts that went down the sink but he felt he managed a lightly spiced cider. The entire house likely smelled of cinnamon and apples.

He heard the door open and close as Percy came home. “In the kitchen!” He called out as he stirred the mixture adding just a touch more of the spices.
Not everyone finds the idea of being pelted with frozen water appealing. The thrilling sensation of getting lost in a blizzard, of freezing to death in the woods and having to eat your friend's buttocks to stay alive.
That is lost on many people.
- Gilmore Girls
Tuesday, January 30th ~ Early Evening

Draco stepped back from his creation and tilted his head to the side. Perfect. Looking up as a woman passed muttering something or other about public indecency - the very idea, he was a Malfoy and therefor far beyond mere decency and into the realm of the superior - and promptly blew a raspberry in her direction.

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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."

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Im already missing you
But I'm not even gone
In time we'll be together again
And it wont be long
-- Evanescence, "Missing You"

Tuesday, November 21 - Early evening

When the sun had begun to set, Percy had lit a few candles rather than turn the lights on. He sat on his couch, cuddled with his favourite cushion, and the radio was playing some of his favourite music.

Yet none of it could make him feel any better.

He was still reeling over the weekend's encounter with his parents. Why did they have to be so difficult? Why did his father have to misunderstand anything he said? Why did they have to keep comparing him to his siblings?

Why couldn't they simply be happy that he had found someone he cared for?

He sighed and rolled his head back along the couch, wondering why it seemed sometimes that everything he touched turned into an unmitigated disaster.
The great advantage of living in a large family is that early lesson of life's essential unfairness. ~Nancy Mitford

Friday, November 10 - Evening

With the news of a new Auror being commissioned to Hogsmeade had come an increase in work around the Ministry office, and by Friday, Percy had the beginnings of a fantastic headache. The memory of his 'conversation' with his older brothers on Sunday had also been on his mind, and had not helped one bit. The only thing that had kept Percy sane was the knowledge that come Friday - today - he would be joining Greg at his place for their 'standing appointment' and would finally be able to put work behind him, if only for a little while.

The idea of spending the night in Greg's arms didn't hurt, either.

It had only been two weeks since the night they had made love at Percy's apartment, and Percy still felt nervous tingles at the thought of seeing Greg again. He apparated outside the front door and knocked, holding a bag behind his back containing some dessert he had picked up between leaving work and arriving home to change into something more comfortable.
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."
And the moon is out and the stars are bright
And whatever comes is gonna be alright
Cause tonight you will be mine - up on cloud number nine
And there aint no place that I'd rather be
And we cant go back but youre here with me
Yeah, the weather is really fine - up on cloud number nine

Wednesday, October 25, Early Evening

Percy heaved a heavy sigh and wondered what on earth he had been thinking when inviting Greg over to his place for dinner. His apartment was immaculately clean - he would accept nothing less - but remained relatively unchanged from when he had first moved in. Compared to Greg's massive home, this small apartment was rather... quaint.

And to top it all off, his cooking abilities were somewhat less than stellar.

Thank Merlin Un Peu De Ciel had a take-out menu. All it had taken was a quick owl from work, and everything had been ready when he'd stopped by on his way home. He'd really have to express his thanks to the owner sometime in the future - perhaps let her know she definitely had a friend in the Ministry office after unknowingly helping to arrange this particular feast.

Thankfully, what Percy lacked in actually cooking ability, he more than made up for in presentation. The plain plates were set out on the counter, and he took the containers from the restaurant bag one-by-one, artfully placing each of the items on the plates in just the right amounts, and in a way that was pleasing to the eye. Garlic mashed potatoes with just a hint of orange food colouring, choice cuts of roast beef au jus, and spears of asparagus. Once everything was perfect in his eyes, he placed the plates in the already heated over to keep them warm until dinner was to be served.

Now, all that he needed was his guest.

Patience is a virtue that takes too long - Unknown
Friday, October 20, 2006 - evening

The steam wafted from the pot simmering on the stove. The scent of basil, cilantro, oregano and tomatoes floated in the air as Greg dipped a spoon into the sauce and tasted it. The spices seemed well balanced to compliment the tang of the sundried tomatoes and ground sausage. Greg really wasn’t a master chef. He had learned how to make a few dishes pretty well. Italian was the simplest for him to learn. While he wanted to impress Percy with his abilities, he decided to stick with what he knew best. He didn’t want to create a meal that was inedible.

Turning down the heat, Greg turned to chopping the fruit for the salad. He rather hoped that Percy liked Italian, he wasn’t too sure. It would be mostly comfort foods for this evening. Appetizer of cheese and crackers with a seafood dip, dinner of pasta with marinara sauce, garlic bread and fruit salad. Desert was in the fridge and would be a surprise. He hadn’t set the table yet since he didn’t know where Percy would prefer to eat.

"#20 - Despite its proven stress-relieving effect, I will not indulge in maniacal laughter. When so occupied, it's too easy to miss unexpected developments that a more attentive individual could adjust to accordingly. Peter's Evil Overlord List

Wednesday, October 18, 2006 - afternoon

Greg touched his temple with the tip of his wand and pulled out a silver thread. The memory of telling Lucius Malfoy what he 'knew about Draco' was just too priceless to keep to himself. Draco had to see the expression on the man's face.

After bottling the memory into a small individual memory container he penned his note.


I hope you have a pensieve. This is just too amusing. Words cannot describe it, you have to see this yourself.


A few minutes later a dignified owl winged into the sky towards Draco's home, bearing the note and bottle.

A little something to remember me by
Tuesday, October 17, 2006 - Morning

Greg finished shrinking the package to the size an owl could handle. He hoped that the instructions would be enough to have Percy work it and plug it in. He hoped that Percy would appreciate the Espresso/Cappuccino machine as well as the month's supply of Starbuck's coffee beans.

He let his owl fly to Percy's office with strict instructions to leave it by the office door.


I thought I could bring the little bit of American convenience to you.


You don't remember my name
I don't really care
Can we play the game your way?
Can I really lose control?

Just once in my life
I think it'd be nice
Just to lose control - just once
With all the pretty flowers in the dust

Thursday, October 12, Early Afternoon


“#54 I will not strike a bargain with a demonic being then attempt to double-cross it simply because I feel like being contrary” – Peter’s Evil Overlord List

Monday, October 9, 2006 - Afternoon

Going to the very seat of the Malfoy power always made Goyle feel both jealousy and pity for Draco. The surroundings were opulent and the epitome of taste. It displayed just how wealthy his old school friend was. Now, the Goyle family was not shabbily off. They had enough to make certain that they and their heirs never had to work again as long as they invested well and lived inside a budget. However, the Malfoys came from a completely different world.

It was that sense of disconnection from the simpler things in life and how the world on the outside must seem to someone who grew up with this that made Goyle feel a bit sorry for Draco. To grow up isolated amongst such richness and beauty and then be thrust into the real world, must make the rest of the world seem like a very harsh and ugly place.

Goyle waited patiently in his seat for Lucius Malfoy to see him. When he arrived, he had made certain to ask the house elf if Draco was at home first. After being told that he wasn’t, he then asked for the master of the house.

"You may know what you need, but to get what you want, better see that you keep what you have." - Into the Woods
Thursday, September 21 2006 - afternoon

Greg over looked the mail he needed to send Draco for a third time. It was important that Draco got this information but there was no possible way he wanted it to fall into the wrong hands.

If you want something done right, do it yourself.
A few moments later a large barn owl left the Goyle home, message held by a ribbon in it's beak.


Your father has made me an offer I didn't refuse. He wants me to be his eyes and ears into your life. This should make things a bit more interesting. Anything you want me to tell him now?


I may be going crazy, but at least I'm not going alone - Roger Harrison
Friday, September 15, 2006 - Afternoon

With winter coming closer, it was time to start getting the garden ready for it. Having magical plants in it often attracted it's share of magical inhabitants wanting a comfortable place to winter over. He didn't get angry at them for it. After all, they didn't know any better. All they thought was they had found a great place full of food to stay.

Most pests he was able to deal with. The garden gnomes were caught in humane traps and stacked in a corner to be released into the wild. Cornish pixies were being repelled by the herbal smoke bombs he was letting off. However, there was one creature in his garden he didn't recognizeCollapse )
Friends are defined on how far they are willing to carry your lifeless body through the desert.
Thursday, September 7th~Afternoon

Things were not going well within the walls of the manor. Draco's departure had left behind a underlying tension, tension that made him edgy. Strategy was needed, the kid gloves pulled on, to deal with his son's defiance so not to alienate him completely. It was time to call on the Slytherin instinct.

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Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I'll go over to the person's house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of its head with a note that says 'You.' After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.
- Jack Handey
Wednesday, September 6th ~ Evening

Upon leaving the Manor, Draco had started to drink. Only to be met with a crisis.

Either Winky had been lax in her duties while he was away - or she had moved onto his favorite scotch. Not in the mood to go anywhere at the moment, Draco started to pen a letter to Harry. Stopping he crumpled it up - Potter had no reason not to tell him just to tell his father to go straight to hell - and while he could sympathize - he couldn't really understand.

Frowning he penned out another note and sent it off with Hades before he could change his mind. Or come to his senses - whichever one.

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This is your birthday song. It isn't very long.

Monday, Sept. 4th ~ Late Afternoon/Evening

Everything was set up and ready - with some extra help from Greg - for Rose's birthday party and she could hardly contain her excitement.

Now all the party needed were the guests. Making her way to the front of the restaurant, Rose was ready to greet them.