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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."
Left Wanting
Tuesday, January 30th ~ Early Afternoon

Pansy gasped...Collapse )

"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.
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.
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.
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."
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."

The smooth voice of the narrator took up the thread.Collapse )
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?
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!"
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.

And that is totally - totally wrong.Collapse )
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.

The sparse pre-dinner crowd in the pub had been beneath her notice earlier.Collapse )
I've always loved a challenge.
Monday, October 30th ~ Afternoon

Dearest Lucius,

You can't imagine my surprise when I received your owl the other day. I would have responded sooner but I simply had to see for myself.

I attended a small, informal gathering over the weekend and saw your dear son.Collapse )
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."
All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.

~ T. E. Lawrence ~

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Ezekiel Brunderbluss here and tonight I'd like to take you on a little journey through the history of Halloween. We all know the modern traditions. Some of us hold parties, costumed or not, in order to celebrate and enjoy being with friends. Children go door to door in search of treats to fill their bags. We carve pumpkins and place lighted candles inside to show off our handy work from afar.

When you seek your bed this evening, will you check for monsters underneath or in the closet?Collapse )
Fancy Meeting You Here
Monday, September 19 ~ Afternoon

Pansy wandered down the street and stopped to peer in a window. It wasn't Paris or even London for that matter, but the dirty little burg had actually elevated itself to something remotely of interest. Especially when the new shops opened. She grinned at the sight of what looked to be a lingerie shop that would be absolutely scandalous in the eyes of the old timers of the wizarding world. Good. It was time they were shaken up a bit. The Victorian attitudes grated on her to no end. Her father's most of all. For some reason he had a bug up his... well, he wanted her close to home. She wasn't sure what he was afraid of. Her playmates had always been discrete with no hint of trouble while she was in Europe. For a chilling moment she wondered if he was trying to arrange a marriage. It would explain his strange behavior and why he seemed so intent on keeping her on a short leash...

Transfixed by the horrible thought, she stared unseeing at the shop window as people passed by her on the sidewalk.
Interesting Discoveries
Monday, August 29th, 2005

After talking with Poppy and considering leaving, Harry had wandered back outside to find a quiet place - with no people - to just sit and think. His eyebrows rose when he saw Remus pull Izabel toward a secluded area and disappear. Moving closer, he found an angle behind a tree that allowed him to see in without making his presence obvious. He couldn't hear what they were saying and briefly considered throwing an amplification spell, but remembered who he was dealing with.

Not that he'd kill me or anything, but I don't think it would be a wise idea. Still going to have to....

A frown creased his forehead when he observed the clinch the other two were in.

Damn, how am I going to break the news to Ron?

When Remus' hand moved up to cup her breast, Harry decided he'd seen enough and strode off in the other direction with a smirk on his face. He was going to have some fun later with this. Finding a favorite spot of his from when he'd been a student, Harry sat down on the grass and leaned back against a tree.

Too damned many people too soon, he decided. I need to get out of here.
"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 )