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Reg

WWN Society Update ~ In Progress

WWN Broadcast
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."
Peering Around

Colin, Rose and Greg ~ Hogwarts Grounds and Hogsmeade ~ Complete

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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Scrimgeour

Bellatrix, Greg, Scrimgeour, Tonks, Harry, Anne and Snape :: London and Hogsmeade :: Complete

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.

Greg, Snape and Tonks ~ Hogsmeade ~ Incomplete


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.

Bella, Narcissa, Severus and Greg ~ Malfoy Manor to Hogsmeade ~ Incomplete

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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Greg • Anne • Charlie • Tonks • Hog's Head • Incomplete

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.

Greg and Percy ~ Greg’s Home ~ Complete



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.
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Various ~ Hogsmeade Park ~ MA ~ Incomplete

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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Recording

Christmas Day in England and the rest of the UK

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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