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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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Got hair in a curl
That flows to her bones
And a comb in her pocket
If the wind get blown
Sunday, December 17 • Morning



Sunday mornings at inns were incredibly dull, in Tonks' opinion. Drinking some tea, laughing at the things printed in the paper and watching people check out and then go about their business was good for about an hour, but then things quieted down.

No shops open, no home to putter about yet, and no visiting to do yet ... as that was one nest of Doxies she wasn't quite yet ready to dive into.

Hence: rattling about the office. ... Theo surely wouldn't object to a bit of colour at her desk, would he? Tonks regarded the print before her dubiously before shrugging and waving her wand to plaster it to the wall. It wasn't like she was girling up the place with plushed animals or anything, and besides, the thing had been Charmed so that clients would see the cover of Kirley McCormack Duke's solo album, not the men of the Kenmare Kestrels.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Let's siphon up some gas, let's get this show on the road
Said the coma girl to the excitement gang
Friday, December 8 :: Afternoon



On one hand, it was heartening that mum had pushed her out the door so soon with a lead on a job in the wizarding world.

On the other, being reminded of Andromeda Tonks' formidable connections was a bit intimidating. Getting set back up with a paycheck quickly was well and good, but once that was done she would sure as anything move on to the lovelife.

Distracted by that incredibly frightening thought, Tonks barely missed a gaggle of young witches. A parcel caught her on the arm and sent her stumbling against the side of the record store next to The Leaky Cauldron.

Right-o. Have to visit there next, good to remember.

She straightened herself up and brushed her jacket off.

Wouldn't do to show up at an interview with this Mr. Nott with brick dust all over, would it? The holes in the jacket he'd have to accept, though. That was vintage denim.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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?
 
 
 
 
 
 
Like a thief in the night
I'm gonna steal what's mine
Wednesday, Nov. 1 || Late night



Hardly a proper test.

A doddering fool of an Auror, the cover of a quiet night and a key. Everything had been provided, everything was in readiness. If Mr. Nott failed, Bellatrix would feel it almost a kindness, the steps she would have to take to cover her tracks.

Almost she yearned for that opportunity; it had been so very quiet lately.

Bellatrix buried her impatience and waited for Mr. Nott to return.

He would succeed, the test would be passed.

A profitable arrangement for them both.
 
 
 
 
 
 
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste.
Saturday, Oct. 21 || Afternoon



An increase in activities in the shadows and outside of the law had not escaped Bellatrix's notice, although from all appearances it largely had escaped the notice of the Aurors and Hit Wizards.

Bella's hooded eyes scanned a piece of parchment, both a report confirming the identity of the wizard behind so many items of interest lately and a letter of recommendation for the same.

Her plans, some in motion even now, some still ripening, needed darkness and quiet to succeed. There was no spare room for someone else's meddling. A grand scheme, something of worth — that she might be willing to accommodate and make room for.

Petty thefts, however. She would not allow something so small to jeopardize her aims. Either this Mr. Nott would have the skills to continue to keep his activities beneath the notice of the noxious authorities, or he was a threat to be eliminated.

And so she would put him to the test. Bellatrix drew a cloak around herself and entered the alley behind a building rumor indicated would soon be the site of a ... "security firm."

Mr. Nott would either prove useful, or would be quieted.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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."
 
 
 
 
 
 
A homecoming of sorts
Wednesday, April 26th - Afternoon




Dung stubbed out his cigarette and thought longingly of the pipe packed safely away in his bag back at the inn. He'd been in a hurry to meet his contact and hadn't wanted to take the time to find it.

"Where are you? I've got t'ings ta do, can't be lurking 'bout waitin' all day," he grumbled under his breath, still trying to blend in with the rest of the afternoon crowd at the Hog's Head. He'd chosen a booth in the back, near the almost hidden back door he'd discovered on a prior visit when a quiet, unobserved exit had been needed.

Long, nimble fingers dug into his cigarette pack for another smoke.
 
 
 
 
 
 
History of Valentine's Day
~ The History Channel ~
Tuesday, February 14th ~ Evening



"Every February, across the country, candy, flowers, and gifts are exchanged between loved ones, all in the name of St. Valentine. But who is this mysterious saint and why do we celebrate this holiday?

"The history of Valentine's Day -- and its patron saint -- is shrouded in mystery. But we do know that February has long been a month of romance. St. Valentine's Day, as we know it today, contains vestiges of both Christian and ancient Roman tradition.

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Old Friends
Wednesday, February 1st ~*~ Afternoon




Muggle London was just like she'd remembered from her days as a student at the Le Corden Bleu Academie D'Art Culinaire and Daphne was beginning to think that maybe moving back to London wouldn't be such a horrid idea after all.

She sipped her soda and looked out at the busy street from her chair at a little outdoor cafe.

It certainly couldn't be any worse than all that had happened since she returned to Hogsmeade. At least during the years she'd lived amongst the Muggles she'd never been seduced by a vampire, never felt like her heart was being broken in two - several times - by the same damn wizard, never been attacked by a demented over-protective house-elf, never ended up covered in Circe knew what numerous times... never fallen in love, never opened her own place and felt that all consuming sense of pride when it didn't fail...

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