Broadcast: The Wizarding Wireless Begins Again
Date: May 29, 2006 Characters: Lee Jordan (aka River), everyone with Wireless access Location: new Wireless headquaters (Kevin's place), the audio is everywhere a wireless is. Private/Public: Public Rating: ? (depends on the reactions) Warnings: PG-13 for mild language Summary: Lee finally has the WWN back up and running, and he makes his first broadcast.
Lee worked very hard with Kevin to get the wireless up and running. Finally, he was certain it was ready for its first broadcasting début in quite awhile. Most radios had probably been left in an ON position, as magical radio didn’t have the problems with static and the transmitters have been down for some time. He would successfully reach at least a few people today, and then news would spread by word of mouth.
Flicking a couple of switches and a couple of spells, he pulled the wireless mic toward him and settled the headphones, also wireless, on his head. He took a deep breath and started to speak in a voice that put even his pleasant speaking voice to shame: it was smooth, deep, and undeniably enjoyable to listen to.
“Ladies and gentlemen, witches and wizards, it is my privilege to bring the good ol’ Wizarding Wireless Network back for your enjoyment! Yes, the WWN is back in business, so to speak. This is your new host and DJ, River, at the helm of the new and hopefully improved radio.
You will have to bear with me for awhile, as we’re still working out the broadcasting glitches, but we are here to stay.”
Lee leaned back in his chair, feet on his desk, and the mic pulled close.
“No worries, my viewers, you will indeed be getting music and light hearted programming and news, but I am also going to inflict upon you, hopefully to your pleasure, my blunt opinions on the new and definitely NOT improved Ministry, and more importantly, our infamous Minister of Magic, the Uber-Bitch – forgive me, Umbridge the Unclean.
“I feel free to assume by now that everyone knows of the newest decree – the Fear of Birds law. Ugly Umbridge must have been reading horror stories again, though personally the thought of siccing my owl on her has been a fond dream.
“On a more serious note, this means that she plans on tracking out correspondence and likely snooping in our mail. To this, I tell you all – write nonsense. Love poems. Bad love poems. Dirty notes. Let your children practice their lettering and send it out. Give her too much nonsense to search through.”
He chuckled, a deep, slow sound.
“But enough of my ranting for the moment. I’m going to turn this over to music – a new album never heard here by a popular wizarding group on the continent. Sit back and enjoy. This is my show, River Runs Through It, on the WWN, and this is River. Stay tuned and have a brilliant day.”
He flicked a switch and another spell, and the program switched over to the promised music. He couldn’t help but smile, satisfied, that he was back where he belonged at last.