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Arrival in Hogsmeade.
Thursday, December 7th ~ Late morning.

Kevin had found, to his slight surprise, that in the various piles of books in his apartment there were also a large range of exploding and singing items that he honestly didn't remember ever getting. He had very deliberately not packed them, and with a a bag, mostly containing heavy books, slung over his shoulder, had apparated to the outskirts of Hogsmeade, near where his new apartment was.

Peering around the street and checking the map for where the apartment was, he quickly turned and headed towards his destination.
If I'm going to help, I have to know all the details.
All the details.
Wednesday, November 29 ~ Afternoon

The deeper days of autumn always made Pomona Sprout a bit blue. The leaves were gone, everything was dormant and there wasn't even any snow yet to blanket the plants for the long winter.

Oh, her greenhouses were as vibrant as ever, but one couldn't stay in them forever. Soon enough the holiday greenery would abound everywhere, and Sprout liked to help the season along by starting her Christmas shopping early.

"Ronald Weasely! How are you, you sly young thing, sneaking about the country and leaving us poor ladies behind having to listen to Quidditch updates to know the least thing?

"Tell me all about the handsome young men you've been gadding about with, and tell me what sort of broom I should be getting my grand niece."
So just call on me brother, when you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem that you'd understand
We all need somebody to lean on

Saturday, October 21 - Late afternoon

Percy walked into the Three Broomsticks, still elated from his date the night before. Every time he thought of Greg, a smile crossed his face, and he wouldn't have it any other way. In his elation, he'd thought to stop by his parents' pub for a quick bite to eat... and maybe to see his mother, if she wasn't busy. The only trick would be to not let on that he had been out with Greg. Things were still very new between the two of them, and Percy had no idea how his mother would react upon learning about his choice in men.

The moment he entered, however, his plans quickly changed as he spotted his oldest brother sitting at a table in the corner. He had yet to speak to any of his brothers since his return, and decided that this was the Fates' way of saying Get on with it, already!

Gathering his courage, he walked over to his brother's table. "Bill?"

Were you surprised? I was surprised.

Friday, September 29th ~ Evening

Quick, everyone hide! Hermione is coming and this is her surprise party.

The Curse of Being a Weasley (How many of us are there again?)
Sunday, September 24, Afternoon

All right, so it was cliched, but women liked flowers. It was a tried and true practice, you gave a woman flowers to show you liked her, to apologize, for a gift. Charlie figured he'd go with it and made his way to Anne's house, a small bouquet of fall flowers tied with a bow in his hand.

He'd been thinking of her since that day at the market and trying not to think about the afternoon spent with her and Bill eating the melon. Bill had been subtle, for him, but still he'd told Anne enough embarrassing things about Charlie that he wondered if she would look at him again without laughing. There was one way to find out. Running a hand through his hair, he took a breath and knocked on the door.
This is your birthday song. It isn't very long.

Monday, Sept. 4th ~ Late Afternoon/Evening

Everything was set up and ready - with some extra help from Greg - for Rose's birthday party and she could hardly contain her excitement.

Now all the party needed were the guests. Making her way to the front of the restaurant, Rose was ready to greet them.
Experience is a dear teacher,
but fools will learn at no other.
~ Benjamin Franklin
Tuesday, August 29th ~ Evening

The Great Hall has once again been temporarily revamped. The long student tables have been removed and round ones accompanied by comfortable dining chairs have taken their place. They dot the floor under the enchanted ceiling, the soft ivory tone of the linen covering the table tops invite you to sit and enjoy yourself.

It's been a year since the re-dedication ceremony and six years since the Dark Lord was finally defeated. This is an evening for reflection, celebration and if Minerva will allow it, more than a few glasses of good wine with friends, both old and new.
Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping into the future
Sunday afternoon

The newscaster wrapped up the report on a minor river troll rampage and moved to a tiny bit of business news before the segue back into music:

"Enterprising mums are getting the hop on the back-to-school season by doing their shopping a bit ahead of the crowds soon to be swamping Diagon Alley. Shopkeepers report their early August sales receipts are up 5 percentile points from last year."

"Meanwhile, all the young folk, soon to be bright scholars once more, are eager to capture all the idyllic moments remaining before the carefree days of this summer are gone forever."

"And the perfect soundtrack to accompany all your summer fun is just around the corner — a little birdie has slipped the WWN the latest from the Weird Sisters! We'll be bringing it to you before it hits the shops, right after these messages."
I find that a great part of the information I have was acquired by looking up something and finding something else on the way.
~ Franklin P. Adams
Friday, August 18th ~ Evening

From what Remus had told her, if they managed to find the missing people in the Fae world, it would require a great deal of coordinated efforts on their part to have even a chance of a successful rescue. Glancing around the room, Minerva had to wonder what their chances were. Her eyes lingered for a moment on Luna and she mentally shook her head.

Ravenclaw? I just don't see it, but that's why we have the Sorting Hat.

At least Horace isn't here.

She still didn't see what Doris saw in him, but having him go off to be with her saved Minerva some aggravation so she wasn't going to object. Rising to her feet, Minerva cleared her throat lightly and when the small bit of chattering died down she raised her chin slightly.

"I think we all know why we're here and I'm not going to waste any time expounding on it. Remus? What do you want us to do and how?"
Everything has gone topsy-turvy.
August 8th -- Mid-morning

Nothing like being woken up at the arse-crack of dawn by a temperamental demon owl and a letter from Snape. Snape of all people. He's lucky the owl made it out in one piece after the bastard tried to bite Bill's thumb.

"Wanker." At this point Bill wasn't sure if he was talking about the damn owl or Snape.

The letter had woken him right up.Collapse )
Show me someone who never gossips,
and I'll show you someone who
isn't interested in people.
~Barbara Walters

Sunday, July 30th ~ Afternoon

"...such varied and interesting uses for the common rutabaga. I know I'll be giving some of them a try when I get home."

"Don't even think about it, Rita."

"Spoilsport. I'll make it worth your while, Anchorman."

"One final bit of trivia to share with my dear listeners today. Tomorrow is July thirty-first, twenty-six years ago tomorrow the Boy Who Lived to become one deliciously tasty hunk of man flesh was born. One would think that this bachelor - until someone puts a ring on his finger he's still fair game, maybe even after if I can get him drunk enough - and former man about town would have no end of parties to attend, all in his honor, but I haven't heard one peep. Damn it.

If you know where the Boy Wonder will be spending his birthday...Collapse )
Sent to Remus and Izabel, Ron and (reluctantly) Draco.

The invitationCollapse )
Working Hard, Really
June 30th, Friday -- Afternoon

With the new visitors, Ron was making sure everything on display was shining and looking very professional. He was always rather proud of what he had done with his shop, how great it looked and made all the kids drool.

After that morning, having a just a handful of customers, Ron was bringing out some of the older supplies from the storage room and setting them on his counter.

I really need to have a sale... not an early bird sale because that means I have to get up early... Maybe a clearance sale and I dedicate that little section to all of my older models. Yeah... and a Help Wanted sign. I'm sick of working alone.

Ron was off into his Happy Place while thinking of new things to do with his shop.
No Really, I Am Helpful
Tuesday, June 27th -- Early morning just after midnight

Ginny had sent Ron a letter asking for his help to move her things out of The Phoenix and despite it being late, or early morning however you looked at it, he went out to help her as soon as he got the letter. She had told him in the letter that she didn't want to be near Snape and Ron could understand that, after all he wouldn't want to be near Snape either.

Standing in the doorway, Ron looked around the room for a moment with a frown before stepping in. "Even though we're family and see each other a lot, maybe more that we might want to, I'm sorry you're leaving The Phoenix."

Ron shrugged and then said with a smile, just because he hated being so serious and sentimental, "Hi, by the way. I'm here to help and be useful."
Midsummer's Festival
Saturday, June 24th ~ Early Evening

"This is Anastasia Witherpool, live in downtown Hogsmeade where the Midsummer's Festival is well under way. People are crowding the streets, vendors are out offering their - "

A slight scuffle is heard over the air, ending in Anastasia muffling a curse and muttering about her foot.

"Rita Skeeter here. Voting for this year's Litha Queen is still open and remember, every vote counts some more than others so be sure to come out and vote for your favorite candidate. Someone you know and trust, someone you would welcome into your homes every evening during her segment on the nightly news. Someone, for instance, like me?"

-back that microphone, woman, before I -

"Ezekiel Brunderbluss, back at the WWN studio once more. We seem to be experiencing some technical difficulties with our live broadcast.

"Please remember WWN is always interested in the comments and concerns of our listeners. Feel free to, contact us by owl or floo. We appreciate the interest shown and will respond as soon as possible. The Wizarding Wireless Network will return you to Rita Skeeter and Anastasia Witherpool live at the Midsummer's Festival in Hogsmeade after these messages from our sponsors."
Birthdays are good for you. Statistics show that the people who have the most live the longest.
Larry Lorenzoni
Wednesday, June 21st ~ Evening

Everything was set up and ready to go, the pub now decked out in western flair. Draco still wasn't sure what the purpose of the mechanical bull that had been set up in the back room was - but he was more than willing to watch the waiter's jean clad thighs clench as he demonstrated.

I wonder if he rides everything that well?

As the man was thrown, Draco checked his watch and went out to greet the people starting to arrive.
Summer afternoon - Summer afternoon... the two most beautiful words in the English language.
-- Henry James

Friday, June 16th ~ Afternoon

"Thank you, Ezekiel.

"This is Anastasia Witherpool, live at Hogsmeade Station where the Hogwarts Express has just left, carrying many a thrilled boy and girl. To them school is out and summer has officially begun. Many a student mentioned plans for a celebration tonight.

"Here at home, things shall undoubtedly be quieter. Back to you Ezekiel."

...I said I'm on the air Rita, come back later.

"What was that?"

Someone cleared their throat and the anchorman's voice filled the airwaves. "Thank you, Anastasia, for that brief, yet informative update.

"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."
There's Always the 'Sticks
Monday, June 12 -- Late Afternoon

"..You see the thing about my cat is that, despite how much it spazzes out and jumps around like it's taking magic mushrooms and seeing fairies, it's cute. Women love cute cats and so it's like a free pass into Cooty Ball land. Which is why if the both of us were still single and not such push overs for our women, I would recommend getting a cat." Ron finished telling Harry his advice before taking a drink.

"Of course, the cat is a bit of a Peeping Tom so that's not a bonus. And we have our women so my advice is rubbish, but hey it's the thought that counts and yadda yadda yadda."

Ron had really missed having a drink with Harry, like old times. Like a year ago. They would go to the bar, scope out the women while drinking and exchanging advice. And now look at the two of them, talking about cats as a last resort for some advice. Although really, Ron was doing the talking about cats.
Brotherly visit
Tuesday, May, 16th ~ Early evening

Charlie looked up, examining the shop closely. He'd actually never been here before, and, after getting off work, he'd suddenly felt like paying his little brother a friendly visit. He pushed the door open, welcomed by the ringing of the bell. He looked around curiously, looking for Ron.
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Friday, May 12th/Saturday, May 13th * The Witching Hour

The corridors of Hogwarts were still, except for the occasional ghost or House Elf, and in their dormitories the students safely slumbered.

But in the staff meeting room, chaos reigned.

Professors in various states of alertness — some groggy and in nightdress, others prepared and eager to go out and face the night and whatever might be in it — had answered their Headmistress' summons.

( Firenze stood and watched Madame Pomfrey attempt to calm the Flying instructor. )

Simple Escapes

Tuesday, April 18-- Late night

Hermione removed the double chocolate chip biscuits from the oven and set them down to cool. She wiped a bit of flour off her nose with her sleeve and stole a glance at Ron. Turning from the fresh baked goodies, she approached the bread dough on the counter and sunk her hands into it, feeling it squish between her fingers.

"I hope I'm not keeping you from anything, I just had to get out of Hogwart's for a bit. This is much more pleasant than grading papers," she smiled a small smile. "Plus, smelling muggle-style baking really calms my nerves. Not to mention kneading the dough. It's quite theraputic, you know? I guess, because I remember baking with my mum. Did you ever bake with your mum?"
In this house of broken things
Everyone could use some help
Monday, April 17 || Afternoon

Unbelievably, unexpectedly — it had been a quiet week. All that worry, and nothing. Remus had slept without interruption the past few days for the first time in months.

Perhaps the werewolf had seen them resetting the wards after all, and had moved along.

Lupin didn't think so, however. And judging from what Bill was saying, he agreed.

A note materializing on Remus' desktop halted their pessimistic musings.

"The staff's been summoned to an emergency meeting." Lupin looked up. "Want to bet our furry friend's involved? Let's go."
I don't have any solution,
but I certainly admire the problem.
~ Ashleigh Brilliant ~
Friday, April 14th ~ Late Afternoon

The last class of the day was over. Harry had refused to set up any classes for the instructors on Friday evenings and he was doubly glad now. Closing the door of his office behind him, he headed for his desk intent on getting the few things taken care of he needed to before heading out to the Broomsticks for a much needed drink.

He had learned a few things the hard way the first day of classes. First and foremost on the list - never, ever look at a note that a student handed you in front of the other ones. They were stuffed in his pocket to look at later.

I wonder what kind of notes the other ones are getting? he wondered idly as he pulled them out and then sat down hard in his chair.

Good, Gods. Is that even possible?

I gotta show this to Ron,
he decided while leaving the rest of the notes and moving toward the door. Failing to find him in his office, Harry decided to see if Doris knew where he was and quickly went down the stairs to her office. Knocking briefly, he stuck his head in the door.

"Doris, have you seen Ron?"
Desperately Seeking Ron

Wednesday, April 5-- Late night

Hermione stood outside Ron's shop in a coat and pajamas. A few minutes before she had been figety and not quite awake, although the cold night air had taken care of that quickly enough. All she knew was that she needed to go somewhere she felt safe, with someone she could be comfortable.

She stared at the door, debating her next move. She couldn't believe she was standing there; moreover, that she was going to knock at his door so late in the evening.

Merlin, what am I doing? I'm still in my night things. This is ridiculous! He probably isn't even home.

She was just turning to go when the door opened behind her.
Open House At The Phoenix
Sunday, April 2nd ~ Early Afternoon

"Good Afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. Ezekiel Brunderbluss here with you for a brief moment. Rita Skeeter will be bringing the festivities of the open house at The Phoenix into your homes this afternoon. I only wish I was there myself to see exactly what we can expect from this innovative idea.

"Please remember 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 takes you to the open house at The Phoenix."