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Breaking News

WWN Society News Update ~ In Progress

WWN Broadcast
Wednesday, February 14th ~ Evening




"We interrupt the 'Lover's Serenade' to bring you news from the Black Orchid Hotel. This is good, so straighten your clothes and listen to Rita for a moment, you lucky lovers out there.

"Witnesses say Healers from St. Mungo's had to be called to the scene because of a scandalous outbreak on the main dancefloor.

"Spokespeople for the Malfoy-owned establishment had no official comment to give, but according to guests it was socialite and friend of the family Pansy Parkinson who caused the disturbance. Gentlemen, please, if you're going to start panting and rioting over a witch, do it over someone with her own nose. This is 100-percent Skeeter here — get it while it's hot!

"Apparently the scene has quieted down now, but with a near-orgy going on out in the open, who knows what might have happened in the more secluded rooms? Shocking behavior indeed to be linked with one of the wizarding world's stiffly upstanding (Floo me, Lucius!) families.

"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."
Blowing Kiss

Pansy ~ Hogsmeade ~ Complete

Left Wanting
Tuesday, January 30th ~ Early Afternoon




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"Hey babe, that was - wow that was something else, but I'm uh..."

Pansy pulled her shirt dress on and quickly buttoned it. "I know, babe."

She paused to fluff her hair in the mirror on the wall and smiled at the sight of him trying to roll off the bed and having to flop back, out of breath. "I was hoping for something more, myself."

Then she let herself out of the flat.
Dark

Pansy and Remus • The Phoenix • MA • Complete

Watch out, you might get what you're after
Cool babies — strange but not a stranger
I'm an ordinary guy
Burning down the house
Tuesday, January 23 • Early evening



The human was frankly mystifying to the wolf; there was no end to the power he could grasp, if he could just be convinced to do so.

In an effort to tempt the human into seeing sense, the wolf had prodded him into ... brushing up on certain areas of the Dark Arts. Not as satisfactory as tooth and claw, but the wolf had developed an appreciation of the weapons available to humans.

Soon shall they be ours.

He'd exhausted Lupin's supply at the school, and now he sought the more ... esoteric volumes hidden in his office at the Phoenix.

Remus passed quietly through the corridors, nodding here and there to what students remained to chat. Upon reaching his destination, his hand moved toward the doorknob, then stopped. The door should have been warded against intruders. Not Potter, not the elderly female, but no one else should have been able to get in ... and yet the threshold was as unprotected as a newborn babe.

Lupin opened the door slowly, wand in hand.
Purple

Pansy and Bill ~ Bill's Cottage ~ Complete

One brother is as good as another.

Wednesday, January 17th ~ Evening




Pansy didn't particularly care which of the two Weasley brothers opened the door when she knocked. Either of them would suit her purposes for the evening.

Her fingers flicked yet another button open on her blouse as she waited.

When the door finally opened and the bigger one was standing there, scowling, Pansy felt a shiver of excitement race through her.
Reg

WWN News Update ~ In Progress ~ Complete

WWN News Update
Saturday, January 6 ~ Evening




"... And as parents across the commonwealth well know, this weekend the Hogwarts Express will speed across the land to bring the students back to their books.

"Tonight, though, the members of the Board of Governors and select members of the Hogsmeade community were welcomed to the castle ahead of the start of second term by the staff.

"Percy Weasley, the director of the Hogsmeade Ministry office, spoke at length and quite knowlegeably about traditional and non-traditional spellcasting methods.

"So, students, take comfort in this as you head back to class: even over the holidays, your teachers went in for a little learning themselves."

"Never too old, eh?"

The sound of a door creaking open floated over the airwaves, and if one listened closely, a fiercely whispered exchange could be heard:

"Tell them about the after-party! The drunken debauchery! Tell them what really happened!"

"Rita, get the hell out of here! You don't have any sources, we'll get sued ..."

"Some greedy witch got engaged before I could have a fair crack at the groom-to-be! That's injustice! I should write an editorial ..."


A fierce rustling was heard, and the original voice returned.

"This has been Ezekiel Brunderbluss with your evening news and as always ladies and gentlemen WWN is 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."
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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Draco, Theo and Pansy ~ Hogsmeade ~ MA ~ Incomplete

Consider the daffodil.
And while you're doing that, I'll be over here, looking through your stuff.
- Jack Handey
Wednesday, December 6th ~ Evening



Theo had come to Hogsmeade with a plan - a plan that had seemed perfect. Unfortunately his prey had made other plans and not shown.

How very inconsiderate.

He was vehement that the appointment would be kept this time - he was even willing to come to them if necessary. Which would go to explain his first stop, climbing over the balcony of Draco Malfoy's penthouse and slipping through his wards.

Now, if I was a vain and vapid git, where would I keep...

The closet.

Fucking hell, Malfoy - which one?
Not Pleased

Pansy and Charlie - Bill and Charlie's Cabin - MA - Complete

You're not the Weasley I came here for, but you'll do for now.

Tuesday, November 28th - Late Afternoon




Bad enough that he hadn't come to her again but that - that man had ruined everything by going to Harry if the wireless was to be believed. Pansy had no idea if she'd be able to salvage her plans for Harry or not, and she had never liked being unsure of something.

I can not believe I'm out here. Again! Bill Weasley deserves to have his tongue ripped out for this. Wait, no, I like that tongue. Fuck it, I'll think of something appropriate.

She stormed across the porch to bang on the front door. "Weasley! You and I need to have a long talk!"
Eyes

Bill and Pansy ~ His cottage ~ Complete

I either want less corruption, or more chance to participate in it.
~ Ashleigh Brilliant
Saturday, November 18th ~ Evening



It had been over two weeks.

Sixteen damned days and fifteen fucking nights.

Not that I'm counting...

Who the hell am I kidding, of course I'm counting and he should have come crawling on his knees to me by now begging for another - another chance to 'comfort' me.


Pansy didn't know which was worse. That he hadn't or that she was the one almost ready to do some begging. Something inside her tightened in anticipation whenever she thought about him.

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Not Pleased

Pansy and Bill ~ The 'Sticks and her flat ~ MA ~ Complete

One can hunger for many things.

Friday, November 3rd ~ Late afternoon




Pansy picked through her fruit salad with obvious distaste. All of the colorful chunks were common and most likely found at the market in town, not a single exotic bit of flesh to sink her teeth into. She speared another slice of melon and tossed it the spare plate she'd requested, then dropped her fork in disgust.

She was hungry, starving; yet nothing appealed to her appetite.

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