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Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference,
'tween a lemon and a lime,
Pain and the pleasure,
And the church bells softly chime.
Monday, July 30 :: Early evening



Benefit of being the new boss: Playing hooky was completely without risk.

Penalty of being the boss: Taking off early came after a couple of days working overtime with the new recruits and trying to get the Station back to a semi-useful state after a couple years of neglect.

A few stores in Hogsmeade and London should have been delighted with the orders Tonks had made to restock the storerooms. The Station's budget overage had been approved right off, which was just as well; as it was Tonks was supremely proud of her determination that no matter what, she would not be asking the Minister what pet project the funds that should have been spent on Hogsmeade Station all along had gone to when she encountered him at Wilson's funeral service Thursday morning.

Scrimegour was Shacklebolt's project, not hers, although she'd help if she could. More importantly, the town was in her hands now.

Merlin help it.Collapse )
 
 
 
 
 
 
How did you survive all those fires and floods?
Saturday, July 21 :: Afternoon



Not too long ago Tonks wanted more than anything to get into this room. She wasn't a stickler for order or anything, but the state of Wilson's office went past a bit mussed into an outright detriment to anything they wanted to do.

He'd even had charms put on so the paper-airplane memos she sent never made it to him; they flew off to who knew where.

Nothing to keep her out of the supervisor's office now, though.

Tonks had made a couple of borderline-insubordinate comments this morning when Kingsley, who'd come up from London himself to direct the aftermath of last night's debacle, had suggested she go home and get some sleep after the initial interview were over.

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If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
Thursday, July 12 • Evening



Nymphadora Tonks had argued with herself all day.

You know you're going to throw yourself into this and be in over your head before you know it. Why not go slow this time? Because it's Bill, and I know him and ... What if he's just being gentlemanly and "sure, I'm interested in you" because of the moon and now it's "oops, I seem to have spent all night shagging you, so the polite thing to do is go for a bite to eat"? ... How about you stop worrying and just have some fun? Because that's what got me in trouble last time. ... Yeah, but we're both older now, smarter, and we're not going to end up not-friends over this.

All in all, dwelling over Bill, what had happened and what might happen if things went well tonight was definitely more interesting than spending all day worrying about the inquiry, which had gone surprisingly OK if "saying exactly what you thought and maybe torpedoing your career again, but pfft, this time you didn't do anything at all wrong, so suck it, Scrimmy" was going OK.

So Tonks was chuffed by the time she got home to get ready, her customary optimism in place. Heck, even the charms to keep her stocking seams up and straight seemed to be working, which was a minor miracle in and of itself.

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I said I'd write.
Tuesday, July 10th ~ Evening




Nymph,

I was detained a bit longer than I'd hoped expected. Nothing serious, no one in hospital or anything, just some red tape that had to be dealt with.

My bosses were dead set on a certain item being shipped to their vaults, and their Egyptian counter-parts were equally set on it going to theirs, and I was stuck in the middle since I was the only one at the time capable of moving the bloody thing without setting off at least three curses and a hex that would have done some nasty things.

But enough about business. Let's talk about pleasure.

I'm not sure what your schedule is like, but if you have a free day this week, or this weekend or whenever, I'm really not that picky, just desperate, and I'm so scratching that out. let me know and we can do that date thing.

- Stretch.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Owl to Tonks
Tuesday, July 3rd ~ Early Evening




Nymph,

About the other night I don't know why I'm sending an owl instead of showing up at your door I probably should have owled yesterday. I know we talked a bit about us on Sunday, but I still feel a little freaked out unsure.

I'm not real good at this sort of thing, but I'd rather not mess it up if I can help it.

Saturday made it clear that we're attracted to each other, but we both know there's more to it than that. What I think I'm trying to say is, would you like to go out to dinner with me.

On a date. A real, no excuses, date.

Bill
 
 
 
 
 
 
I would just like to go on record as saying I still think this is a bad idea.
Saturday, June 30th - Afternoon




Somehow, when the matter had been broached at Malfoy's party the night before, Bill hadn't been able to come up with a good enough excuse to keep Tonks away for the night.

No, he hadn't actually ever hurt anyone - that he could remember. There were a handful of moons he had managed to drink himself into such a stupor that he really didn't have a clue what had happened the next morning, other than the hangover. But that didn't mean the urge to break things, and people, hadn't been there.

That's why he'd kept Fleur away. Hell, that's why he kept just about everyone away, other than a few nights spent in the company of Chuckles, but Bill knew Charlie could take care of himself if something were to happen. The man dealt with dragons, for Merlin's sake.

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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."
 
 
 
 
 
 
When it is not necessary to make a decision, it is necessary not to make a decision.
~ Lord Falkland

Monday, June 18th ~ Morning



Almost a week had gone by since Anne had been out jogging and had had the misfortune to make the acquaintance of Bellatrix Lestrange. Anne understood the woman was dead and was no longer a threat, but that didn't stop the images that kept replaying in her mind through the potion induced haze of medication the healers insisted she take. Once or twice they'd been busy enough she'd received it a little late and there was no argument about taking it after that. Whatever hex it was the dead woman had managed to hit her with - hurt! Anne's left arm and shoulder still weren't responding the way they should, but the healers had assured her they would in time.Collapse )
 
 
 
 
 
 
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.
 
 
 
 
 
 
And so it begins.
Sunday, June 10th - Early Afternoon




Bill Apparated to Glen Hollow, one arm full of the carefully wrapped package, the other wrapped firmly around Tonks for a Side-Along Apparation.

Little had he known back when Tonks had told him about Longbottom's suspected fate - so that he could be ready in case Ginny needed comforting or a big brother's hold to keep her from going after someone for revenge - that he would be end up in the thick of everything.

"Remember, officially, I was just doing a favor for a friend when I agreed to look it over. Harry didn't go through Gringotts, and they could have my job if they thought I was doing paid, freelance work. If you weren't you, Nymph, I wouldn't even have told you what I found because it's Potter's, not mine, but this is big and - Oh, crap, this is big, isn't it?"

He knocked on the door once more, hoping the Potters were home and that someone would answer soon enough. The package was giving him the creeps, making the short hairs on his neck stand on end.
 
 
 
 
 
 
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces ...
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
Tuesday, June 5 :: Late evening



Filius had tried to teach them all to duel.

If worse had come to worst, and the less-skilled teachers who were to wait in their respective Houses' common rooms with the Founders' last-ditch protective measures were forced to pull down the wrath of the castle upon anyone not within one of the four sanctuaries — they had to be ready to take on any Death Eater who might have penetrated, because there'd be no one else left to protect the students.

The dueling master's calm, measured instructions ran through Vera's head, but she disregarded them while waiting for the Aurors to arrive.

If the thing she held at wandpoint so much as twitched, she'd have no great need of skill or nuance.

Eyes black with fear and rage watched for the right moment to call forth the Killing Curse.
 
 
 
 
 
 

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.
 
 
 
 
 
 
No, my child, this is not my desire
and then she said,
I'm digging for fire
Wednesday, May 30 :: Early evening



It was obvious in retrospect that her lease had one or two loopholes you could ride a hippogriff through. The wizened old witch who was the owner of the building in which Tonks had found a flat had come by just as Tonks was about to go up to the roof to enjoy the warm weather and fix a bite to eat.

Plans had quickly changed.

Fire hazard my arse.

She grumbled a bit and adjusted the paper sack in her arms to rest on her hip while she knocked on the door of Bill's cabin.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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.
 
 
 
 
 
 
He feels the presence of the wind around him
He feels the power of the past behind him
Friday, May 18 • Afternoon



I know, under the circumstances, that this can be but little comfort to you, but despite how it seems, I am sorry.

We both know it was no accident, and that any reasons I might give for what happened are just worthless excuses — there can be no justification offered for what was done to you.

Nor can you receive justice.Collapse )
 
 
 
 
 
 
It keeps coming up anyhow
Don't decoy, avoid, or make void the topic
'Cuz that ain't gonna stop it
Sunday, May 6 :: Morning



Sunlight tried to filter into Tonks' consciousness, but she was having none of it.

She'd kicked the covers off of her, as was her wont, and the dream with the ... was it a jungle? With an anaconda, or a tree branch, or something on her shoulders and anyway it went away for a while and now it was back but it was comfortable so she wasn't fighting it any longer.

"Mmmnph. Later."

Tonks stretched a bit, then turned over toward the center of the bed. She tightened her grip on the pillow under her head.

"Waffles?" she mumbled to herself.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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?"
 
 
 
 
 
 
I should really be getting paid for this.
Tuesday, May 1st ~ Early Afternoon




The one good thing about Bill's "condition" was the way he could say he was taking the afternoon off for personal reasons, add a glare or two, and get away without having to answer any questions. All it took today was one quick glance at the calendar by his boss, and there was a flurry of hand waving and "We'll see you on Thursday." Not that Bill made a habit of using the moon as an excuse to play hooky, but the goblins knew he was good for making up the missed time, and letting him go saved the entire department being forced to walk on eggshells in case his temper decided to flare up.

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Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.
~ George Bernard Shaw
Friday, April 27th ~ Morning



It was Friday. A mixed blessing in Doris' opinion. It wasn't as good as a Monday, but wasn't as bad as a Wednesday. By Friday, the instructors and students were looking forward to their weekends and there were any number of things Doris always managed to pull out of her bag of tricks to delay them as long as possible. New forms crinkled as she laid them out on her desk. Picking a student one up to read, she smiled.

I think I managed to get more trivial questions on this one than on all the others combined. Pity I can't make the teachers fill one out.

Or can I?


Doris' eyes narrowed in thought while her quill tapped against the side of the empty, sad looking in box on her desk.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Is this official business?
Monday, April 23rd - Early Evening




Severus heard the bell over the shoppe door tinkle, and ignored it for the moment. The small vial of Re'em blood had cost more than the Apothecary earned in a week, and he wasn't about to risk spoilage by not storing it correctly. He carefully inspected the seal to make sure it was air tight, and set the vial inside a padded container.

Once he was satisfied, he stopped to wash his hands, and then ventured out into the shoppe proper.

"Can I help you find something?"
 
 
 
 
 
 
Crimes have been swept aside
Somewhere where they can forget
Saturday, April 21 • Evening



"Anyway, I've been meaning to have you come along for an information session, but every time I try to schedule an appointment I'm told Harry's unavaliable after 5, and I doubted the goblins would let you come and play early. I could put my foot down, play the Auror card with more force — probably should, before I can be accused of favoritism — but pfft. He's a newlywed, and won't have his brain back where it can help an investigation for Merlin knows how long."

And it wasn't like there wasn't a backlog of other cases that needed her attention just as much.

Tonks shrugged and drew her knees up. She had her back to the wall, sitting sideways in what had become their usual booth. As she reached over to select a rapidly cooling chip out of the heaping pile left on the plate, her glance fell on the shiny golden star in Bill's hands.

"You should pin it on your shirt. Let people know who they're dealing with."
 
 
 
 
 
 
WWN Broadcast
Friday, April 6th ~ Evening




"This is Rita Skeeter, standing just outside, around the back, in an alley behind, the Three Broomsticks, where a reception for one of Hogsmeade's former most eligible bachelor's - and his blushing bride - is taking place, to bring you a WWN exclusive."

"Can it, Anastasia, I don't care who got the assignment from the boss, the story is Mine. Keep it up, and I just might forget to take that gag off before I leave. Understand?"

"Now, where was I? Oh, yes, the quicky wedding of hunky recluse and defense school owner, Harry Potter, to restaurateur and frump, Daphne Greengrass occurred weeks ago with almost no fanfare and a tragically small guest list. Once word of the marriage hit the streets, some of the most delicious rumors began to circulate over the mysterious circumstances behind the event."

"Some sources say the couple had been estranged, and were shocked to hear of the wedding when I told them, still others speculated on the need for such a rapid and quiet affair. So far there are no signs of impending motherhood - although the bride has been carrying a few extra pounds for quite some time - but one can't help but wonder if there might be a new member of the Potter family showing up soon."

"What? I said if, they can't sue us for merely voicing some of the public opinion, Anastasia. Stop being such a worrywart."

"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."
 
 
 
 
 
 
99 Bottles of butterbeer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer
Friday, March 23rd ~ Evening




Bill slipped through the door of the bar, and waved at Aberforth and a few others. He stopped to order a couple of bottles of ale and some of that greasy food that Tonks seemed to favor, and then headed to the back corner to claim their booth.

Perhaps he was enjoying these little under-cover gatherings a bit too much, but Bill was tired of going home or to the 'Sticks after work and wondering what the fuck was up with Charlie or if Mum and Dad were doing naughty things in the kitchen. Yeah, there was that whole "Stolen werewolf heart is sort of a big deal and needs to be found" aspect, but there was also getting to talk to someone he wasn't directly related to.

He shifted lower in his seat to put his feet up on the other booth bench and waited for Tonks to show up.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it
Friday, March 16 • Afternoon



The chart wasn't wrong. It was recording the data accurately, a vague golden mist seemingly hovering over the parchment in the dimmed light of Vector's office.

Vera crossed her arms and frowned at it, as if by sheer force of will she could get it to show her what she wanted.

Matter — energy — did not simply disappear; that was one of the fundamental laws of the universe. What remained of the two missing Aurors could be found. There was no question of that.

It just might take a more detailed chart and more power than she — or any one person — had to track the molecules if they'd been disappated and rearranged.

Air from their lungs, flakes of skin, hairs — the entire Hogsmeade area would be glowing if I went to that level. And it will take months, and what sort of fuel?

Was the investment of time and effort worth it, given that at this point they could only find where last the Aurors' bodies had rested? Vector finally looked back over her shoulder to the other witch in the room, who'd had the courtesy to remain silent while she'd worked and even after.

"I'm sorry. There's nothing here."