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[Nov. 4th, 2009|11:07 pm] |
Who: Fred and Saorise
When: Tonight.
Where: The WWW flat.
What: Weirder things have happened.
Rating: PG-13? Language, and drinking, and A KISS.
( werewolves in london...HOWL! ) |
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[Oct. 1st, 2009|07:04 pm] |
Characters: Fred and Michael
Where: Michael's Flat
When: Thursday Mid Evening
What: Bro-Bonding, Fred Crashing on Michael's couch.
Rating/Status: PG-13/Private InComplete
( Studying and beer went hand in hand. ) |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2009|04:26 pm] |
Who: Fred Weasley & Brooke Church, appearance by my poorly NPCed George
Where: WWW flat
When: Late Saturday morning, 20 June 2023
What: The itchy rock finds Brooke and Fred.
Warnings/Notes/Rating: THERE ARE NAKED PEOPLE!!!!! But nothing explicitly described, and hints of drinking, sexual relations, maybe drugs, from the night before.
( The Weasley-Potter clan probably invented the definition of 'pub crawl'... ) |
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| OOC/IC log |
[Jun. 20th, 2009|11:35 pm] |
Who: Victoire, Teddy, Molly II, Colin, James II, Dominique, Lucy, Fred II, Michael, Rose and those others that were invited (and are 17 and somewhat permission from parents)
When: Friday June 19th, evening.
Where: Starting at the Leaky and going on.
What: Pub crawl!!
Victoire started them at the Leaky and put the rules DOWN. There would be no drinking and apparating, there would be no magic in front of muggles (and those who didn't think they could keep their wands hidden were requested to hand them over). Those who were turning things blue were told not to touch anything and that straws would be provided. Victoire was going sober (for not obvious reasons duh lol) but said it was just to make sure everyone had a good time. She also said if anyone got out of hand, Teddy would take them home to their parents. If they all behaved themselves, they were allowed to crash at her place for the rest of the night and given pancakes and help with hangovers the next morning.
They started at the Leaky but made their way into Muggle London and rode the tube to get to Victoire's favorite street to party on and basically made their way down the block. She had (fake) ids made up for people, because I believe the drinking age is 18 if it's not with a meal or something like that (according to wikipedia).
So just comment to this post, because I am too lazy to write up an actual post for logging, and say what your charas did/didn't do and stuff! |
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[Jun. 1st, 2009|09:27 pm] |
Who: Fred Weasley, Brooke Church, closed.
Where: The Astronomy Tower.
When: 1 June 2023; night
Why: Sometimes talking is more important than snogging.
( Fred had a serious problem. ) |
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[Apr. 12th, 2009|08:33 pm] |
Who: Fred Weasley, Brooke Church
Where: Fred's Home
What: Some drinking possibly? Talking likely.
When: Sunday Evening
Status: Locked Private/Complete
( Her mother was indeed not going to miss her. ) |
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| Fred & James; completed |
[Mar. 9th, 2009|10:12 pm] |
Who: Fred and James
Where: Boys dorm
When: The Thursday before last Thursday; the 26th?
What: Poor attempt at apologies. Boys are thick.
( ...no idea where to go from here... ) |
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| Locked to Fred and Brooke, Tuesday Afternoon |
[Feb. 17th, 2009|03:22 pm] |
Who: Fred Weasley and Brooke Church
Where: Down by the Quidditch Pitch
When: Tuesday After Classes
What: Talking OMG Talking
Locked/Complete
( She had no idea what they were doing. ) |
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| RP: Blowing Off Steam |
[Jan. 21st, 2009|11:36 pm] |
Characters: Fred Weasley, Brooke Church and... ??
Where: Hogwarts Grounds after the Funeral
What: Snow Ball Fight, of course...
Status: Public... (and I also sort of discussed this with Fred's player and I'm SO SORRY for spamming you again. Anyone that wants in....)
Brooke was tired of the quiet. And if she knew anything about Fred he was tired of it too. It hadn't been... planned, exactly. But somehow after the funeral, they'd found themselves out on the grounds putting the idea into action.
Of course it was only fair that they had the majority of their snow balls already in place... behind a perfectly marvelous charmed fortress along the main courtyard.
Now they just had to find a good target... or two. Or three. Or twenty. Of course people to help them wouldn't be bad either.
Brooke poked Fred with her elbow, glad she'd impervioed her black track pants as she knelt in the snow. "Target at ten o'clock. Oooh. And he's wearing a hat." |
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