threads.

WHO. revived rebels.
WHERE. rr clubhouse.
WHEN. forward dated to sunday 13th september.
WHAT. a plan for something big. big big.
STATUS. ongoing.

( let's blow a hole in this town and do our talking with a laser beam )

who: Fred & Trinity
where: RR HQ
when: Thursday afternoon.
what: Another reunion.
rating/status: awk probably, but nice?/ongoing

( We're all dead. That's a thing. )

WHO. Bill, Fred & Fabien WHERE. Diagon Alley WHEN. Saturday 15th August WHAT. Bill is shopping and Fred is a troll WARNINGS. unlikely there's a kid around ( for like the first time ever, I'm completely freee )

WHO. tonks & fred.
WHERE. 93 diagon alley.
WHEN. very early hours of 18th july.
WHAT. a brief moment of honesty.
STATUS. complete.

( the revolution starts in a sea of paper cuts. )

WHO: ~it's still a mystery~
WHAT: Still not vandalism.
WHEN: 12-13 July, late/early
WHERE: Opposite ends of Diagon Alley



Under the stealth of night, two messages are left for the shoppers and residents of Diagon Alley to encounter once the day begins. In a particularly garish shade of electric teal, the letters are made of dense clouds that float just in front of the walls, each several feet high, and will be beautifully illuminated by the morning sun.

"REOCCURRED RESIST"

"NOT A STORM BUT YOUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS"

Should you try to touch one, said body part will also take on that delightful hue, and despite the apparent fragility of the messages, the clouds stubbornly refuse to disperse when subjected to wind and water.

WHO. Bill & George & Fred
WHERE. George's flat
WHEN. Tuesday morning 23rd June (the morning after this)
WHAT. Bill checking on the twins *COMPLETE*
WARNINGS. drama llama?
( I would do it all the same they say, but that's insane )

WHO: ~it's a mystery~
WHAT: Is it vandalism if it's for a good cause? Nah.
WHEN: 22-23 June, late/early
WHERE: Opposite ends of Diagon Alley




Under the stealth of night, two messages are left for the shoppers and residents of Diagon Alley to encounter once the day begins. In a particularly garish shade of baby pink, the letters are made of dense clouds that float just in front of the walls, each several feet high, and will be beautifully illuminated by the morning sun.

"REOCCURRED RESIST"

"FUCK THE RMT"

Should you try to touch one, said body part will also take on that delightful hue, and despite the apparent fragility of the messages, the clouds stubbornly refuse to disperse when subjected to wind and water.