IMPETUOUS

WHAT: The Warrington-Greengrass Wedding Reception
WHO: Everyone who would have a reason to be at the reception.
WHERE: Private property outside of London
WHEN: 24 July 2002; Early evening until late into the night. You can set your comments for different parts of the night if you'd like.
RATING: TBD (if you go higher than an R for any reason, put a warning in the comment subjects or something?)
STATUS: In Progress

( Something old, something new... )

Who: Lavender Brown and Roger Davies
When: Saturday evening
Where: Roger’s family home, Waverley.
What: Meeting the parents.
Status/Rated: Low, Complete.

( Make yourself at home. )

Illness Targets Purebloods
Rita Skeeter

The Illness that seemed to spread so quickly through London and it's outskirts remains at the forefront of our minds, despite the most serious cases having been sent home with a clean bill of health. Rumours have been spreading on who exactly this flu has targeted. St. Mungo's itself is rather tight lipped on the situation, but it's hard to deny that in all serious cases, those affected were members of Britains Pureblood Society. All others affected were healed with basic antibiotics, but it took a recently developed Potion courtesy of Miss. Amanda Brocklehurst to effectively stop the destructive symptoms of this virus.

Miss. Brocklehurst, herself, was quoted as saying, "...the potion literally eats away at this virus." Drastic measures for a drastic situation, one might think, but are these Purebloods really in the clear? Pureblood society has always prized themselves on having a higher concentration of magic in their blood. Speculation has risen on just how this new potion operates. If the virus is attaching itself to the higher levels of magical concentration, what is this potions eating away at? The virus itself? Or is it also eating away at the magical levels? Several Purebloods, who wish to remain anonymous, have already voiced their concerns. What concerns this reporter is the number of Purebloods willing to ingest this concoction. The only notable exception was Miss. Parkinson, only to quickly bend under the instance of such individuals as Clint Warrington (whose own fiancee was rumoured to be ill on the continent), Marcus Flint, and Adrian Pucey.

One has to wonder, however, what a world without blood distinctions would be like. After the final war with Voldemort there are sure to be some who would like to see it that way.