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At least it's not a poison pen letter
Sunday, March 18th ~ Late Afternoon




The barn owl managed to only get lost once before it delivered the red envelope to the distraught-looking house-elf. The elf then carefully carried the envelope to the master of the house, apologizing the entire way.

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"Do not cease to drink beer, to eat, to intoxicate thyself, to make love, and to celebrate the good days"
~ Egyptian Proverb

Sunday, January 14th ~ Evening




Bill was giddy. No, not giddy, manly men did not get giddy.

Screw it, he was giddy.

Gabby had gotten married and freed Bill of his obligation. Best yet, she'd told Arthur and Molly so that Bill didn't have to.

He wiped the wide grin off his face and pulled open the door to the 'Sticks. Remember, you've just been dumped. No giggling.

Neither of his parents were at the bar when he walked in so Bill ordered an ale and a sandwich and found himself a table near the back.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Not good, not good at all.
Wednesday, November 22nd ~ Late Afternoon




Arthur hadn't heard the broadcast since he was in his little office at the Ministry working on trying to figure out the latest Muggle device that had been brought it. It was called a DVD something or other. It had been taken from the home of an older witch and it had been given to her by her grandson. When the device started throwing hard little discs at her, she'd panicked and flooed his office. Arthur had been trying to get it to do the things the witch swore it would do, but all it did was sit there.

I wonder what kind of spell she threw at it...

His thoughts were interrupted when one of his colleagues stopped in and offered his condolences about the breakup of Bill and his fiance. Arthur had stared at the man for a few moments before he demanded to know what the other man had heard. After squashing the 'rumor' as best he could - Arthur took the rest of the afternoon off and headed for Hogsmeade. He'd considered stopping by Gringotts to ask Bill if he'd totally lost his mind, but considering the way things had turned out with Percy...

We need a plan.
 
 
 
 
 
 
And, Mama, you've always said,
Better look before you leap!
Maybe so, but here I go
Lettin' my heart lead me
-- The Judds

Sunday, November 19 - afternoon





It had been over a week since Percy and Greg had talked about a potential dinner with the Weasleys, and between work and trying to make some personal time with his boyfriend - not to mention trying to figure out what to say to his mother - it had taken him this long to get up his courage to face the inevitable.

He had in his hands a dozen red roses - it couldn't hurt to butter his mother up a little before telling her about Greg - and he walked through the front door of The Three Broomsticks. After a wave to the serving girl, he went straight to the kitchen at the back as he'd become accustomed to doing whenever coming to visit with his mother.

"Mum?" he called out as he stepped through the back door.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Covering his bum
Wednesday, November 1st ~ Afternoon




It wasn't that Bill had forgotten so much as it had just slipped his mind. He'd meant to get a gift for Mum's birthday, had even set aside some galleons for it, but he'd never come up with anything that seemed right and kept putting it off.

And now he was screwed.

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Two Sides of the Coin
Birthday Wishes Narcissa and Molly
Monday, October 20




The elegant restaurant was strangely empty save for two occupants seated at the best table in the house. Lucius had arranged it that way, having no wish to dine with any undesirables. The owner was very compliant to closing the place to the public for the night, paid handsomely for the favor.

A waiter refilled their champagne glasses, melting away as quickly as he came once the service was finished. The table was laden with choice plates, the skill of the chef shining through for the well-paying, intimidating guests of the evening.

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Women will forgive anything.
Otherwise, the race would have died out long ago.
--Robert A. Heinlein
Saturday, October 28th ~ Afternoon



Arthur wanted to go and he wanted Molly to go along with him. He'd never been to Harry's house and this was the perfect opportunity to see what kind of Muggle items the younger wizard had installed. It wasn't a wizarding house at all and the idea that electricity flowed through the walls...

Arthur got glassy-eyed just thinking about all the possibilities. He fingered the portkey that had come with their invitation and glanced toward the kitchen as his wife came out before placing it on the shelf just under the bar. If he talked to her about it while holding it - his battle was lost before it even started.

"Molly, what kind of nightshirt do you think I should wear tonight? The ordinary everyday one or the silky one I save for special occasions? I don't think they'd care for the everyday one since it has the little monkey faces on it, but you never know. It might lead to some interesting conversations about where the different ones live. The ones from Central America are quite fascinating actually."
 
 
 
 
 
 
Maybe I'm still hurting
I can't turn the other cheek
But you know that I still love you
It's just that I can't speak
I looked for you in everyone
And they called me on that too
I lived alone but I was only
Coming back to you
-- Leonard Cohen

Sunday, October 8, late afternoon




After his usual morning jog and cup of coffee, Percy had spent all day thinking over the conversation he had the night before with his father and sister.Collapse )
 
 
 
 
 
 
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."
 
 
 
 
 
 
When two people are under the influence of the most violent,
most insane, most delusive, and most transient of passions.
They are required to swear that they will remain in that excited,
abnormal, and exhausting condition continuously
until death do them part."
~ George Bernard Shaw
Tuesday, June 20th ~ Afternoon



When he heard the news, Arthur had been very, very torn. He was glad in a way, because he'd always liked her, but he was terrified that her return would mean the ninth child would rear its head in Molly's line of vision again.

No, no, no. Not now. Not when the future-possibly-on-its-way-soon-grandchild is so close to wiping out that little bugger for all time.

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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.

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Empty Nest
Monday, March 13th, Noon



My dearest Charlie,

I do wish you'd come see us for a while. We all miss you so.

Bill especially could use his brothers support. He's engaged to Gabrielle Delacour, yes Fleur Delacour's sister. I was a bit taken back by the news, your father found out through a friend of his that works at Gringotts as well. They haven't told her family yet, are trying to keep the news hush-hush until they figure out how to break it. Perhaps if you knocked some sense into him I could finally get one of my boys wed!

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Let Them Eat Cake!
Wednesday, March 1 -- Late Afternoon





If there was one thing Ron held close to his heart, it was food and on birthdays you got a lot of food. A lot of cake too.

So he was very, very excited when he walked into The Three Broomsticks on his birthday to see his mum and dad.

To be honest he was more excited to see his mum as she was probably the one with the food and his dad would more than likely be trying to steal it...
 
 
 
 
 
 
What's The Wizarding Family Next To You Doing These Days?
Saturday, February 4th ~ Evening




".... and that was interesting wasn't it? I'll be sure and keep you up to date on the developments as I make them appear they occur. With all the *sniff* spectacular stories lately concerning Azkaban, which I'm sure would have been of a great deal more interest if given from the woman's point of view, I'd like to bring you something a little lighter.

"With the holidays over, many people are finding themselves in a slump. What better time to have a party, just for the sake of seeing friends and relatives. If you'd care to have a special guest that could give one sided but glowing reports of your social calender, be sure a drop me an owl here at WWN and I'll see if I can fit it in my schedule.

"I was fortunate enough to slip into such a party earlier this evening. It was termed a house warming party and in my opinion, parts of it were so scorching it should have burned the building down. The night started mind numbingly dull bland enough, with sickening heartwarming displays of incestuous undertones sibling affection and the bondage? bonds of friendship. Luckily the bar was well stocked and with the promise of men to ogle and wine to drink a colorful gathering, I settled down on a wall to observe."

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I'm Alright!
Friday, January 27th ~ Evening



During his lunch hour Arthur, being the obedient husband that he was and also not a fool, ran the errands that Molly wanted done which included a trip to Gringotts to arrange for the change they would need at the Three Broomsticks over the weekend. He'd come out a much happier man than when he'd gone in. Since the little fiasco over the misunderstanding about Harry, Junior it had been more and more difficult to distract or outright ignore the hints Molly was giving about having that dreaded ninth child.

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Telling Her Parents
Thursday, January 19th - Evening




When he'd told Ginevra that he was willing to be there when she broke the news to her parents - mostly Molly - Severus hadn't really thought ahead to just what that would mean.

Now he was wishing that he'd given it a tad more thought. There was no more time to prepare and many protective spells he had hoped to cast before giving Molly Weasley a go at unmanning him. Not to mention if Arthur or any of the boys took it into their heads to defend Ginevra's honor from the big bad bat.

The things I do for her.
 
 
 
 
 
 
This Program Was Sponsored By The Three Broomsticks...
Monday, January 16th ~ Afternoon



"The proceeding program was brought to you by the Three Broomsticks, located in central Hogsmeade. Stop in for a bite and a pint, or ask about their back room, available for party reservations! Book now, leave the cooking and cleaning to someone else while you sit back and enjoy your event."

"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."
 
 
 
 
 
 
...And The Children Were Nestled, All Snug In Their Beds...
Saturday, January 7 ~ Late Evening



"...Parents are breathing a sigh of relief as students prepare to return to school from winter break. The Hogwarts Express pulls out sharply on time, don't be late! Teachers arrived at the school today, no doubt either enjoying those last few moments of peace or frantically finishing up in time for the new term to begin on Monday. We've been unable to reach Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress for any comment, representatives from her office have expressed her regrets, as she is also indisposed during this busy time."

"We here at the Wizarding Wireless Network wish the students and their families all the best in this upcoming year, we know they're in good hands."

"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."
 
 
 
 
 
 
In-Laws - Of A Sort
Thursday, December 29th ~ Mid Afternoon



Molly slapped a hand over her mouth and glanced up from her guest list to the floo. The oversight - this far into the planning really required a personal visit - but who knew what would happen if she tried to approach that doorstep. Her husband is in Azkaban, she was never implicated beyond her marriage... She's his mother, Molly! You're practically in-laws!

Resolved, Molly rose from the table and threw in the floo powder, calling out, "Malfoy Manor." If she flinched slightly or glanced around for some sort of defensive spells - well - she was only human after all. The elf that answered her summons with a suspicious look on its face, as though it knew she shouldn't be there, did nothing to appease her concerns.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Homecoming
Tuesday, December 27th ~ VERY early morning





It was late; very, very late. Ginny had arranged for her things to arrive the following morning, only carrying a small bag with her as she walked through the streets of Hogsmeade. She didn't know why, but she had wanted to arrive in town after it had fallen into slumber for the night.

She had left without warning and was now returning without warning, which she knew was going to be met with less than quiet once the word was out. Mum, alone, is going to be heard all the way to London. So, she enjoyed this moment of quiet all to herself, the calm before the storm.

Things looked the same, but different, which was a familiar feeling to Ginny as of late. Taking that apprenticeship had been a blessing and a curse for her. She had learned so much, mainly about a lifestyle she had thought she wanted, but turned out to hate. Things moved slower for her now, now that she had no want of the fast lane. Instead she found that she did indeed want home, and home was here.

She smiled as The Three Broomsticks came into view. She ran her fingers across the glass of the front window, tempted to knock and see if anyone would answer at this hour. But she resisted, she really wasn't ready yet. She needed just a few more minutes to herself and the quiet.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Happy Birthday, Bill!
Friday, December 2nd - Evening




Dad had owled asking him to stop by and help tend the Friday night crowd. Something about Molly being busy and after the last accident with the gas powered toaster explosion - Bill had paused at this point and wondered what in Hades his father had down now before realizing it didn't matter because he'd never understand how Arthur's mind worked - she preferred that someone was around to assist him. Bill read between the lines and deduced that Mum wanted a babysitter.

And I've been elected.

Bill pulled open the door to the bar and stepped in, shaking snow out of his hair.
 
 
 
 
 
 
So Many Howlers, So Little Time
Thursday, December 1st ~ Afternoon



Gabrielle sat down at a small open table and looked around. Although she had officially lived here for more than six months - she hadn't actually lived here for most of that time. Now that she had all the stock set for her store, less trips were necessary and she could finally start making some contacts within the existing business community.

By herself. Sighing she picked up the menu and ignored the urge to order take away.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Where's The Birthday Boy?
Tuesday, November 29th ~ Evening



Arthur grabbed his hat and headed toward the door, hoping to sneak out before Molly caught him. He'd only be gone for a short time and he really needed to check with Georgette at the pub. The creak of the door opening gave him away and he froze.

Blast. I knew I'd forgotten something.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Birthday Greetings
Sunday, October 30th - Early Afternoon




Bill tightened his hold on the small package for his mum and stepped into the floo. Moments later he stepped out of the grate at the Three Broomsticks and brushed ash and dust from his clothes as he looked for either of his parents.
 
 
 
 
 
 
"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity."
- Gilda Radner -




Ezekiel Brunderbluss here, ladies and gentleman.Collapse )