Death Eater Reform Project

Who: Bill Weasley, Ginny Weasley
What: Lunch Meeting
When: January 12, 2000; Monday; lunchtime
Where: The Toad in the Hole (restaurant), Diagon Alley
Rating: TBD, probably not higher than PG
Status: Incomplete

Bill shrugged on his jacket, stepping through the main doors to Gringotts and out into the brisk streets. He'd promised Ginny they'd meet for lunch after a brief meeting at Kingsley's party the other night, and he was quite looking forward it. It had been a long morning in the office, and he was dying for a break. It was days like these he missed his work in Egypt.

He found a table for them at one of the new shops that had opened in Diagon Alley since the end of the war. It was slowly starting to come back to life. Flipping absently through the menu, he awaited his youngest sibling.

Who: Everyone!
What: It is Kingsley's thirty-fifth birthday (tomorrow) and everyone is to celebrate!
When: January 11th; 8:00pm - 1:30am.
Where: Minister's Manor; Ballroom. (First Floor open only, no one allowed beyond.)
Rating: PG-13
Status: Incomplete

The ballroom was impressive and rather large. Looking from the outside of the Manor one would not think a room of this size would fit, but thanks to magic it did. Just off to the left was the area reserved for dining. The decorations were simple but elegant and as feminine in nature as his two over-zealous advisers could get away with. On the right side of the ballroom there were a number of overly large french doors which opened on a courtyard decked out for the winter weather and spelled so that the temperature would be comfortable to walk in without a cloak but yet would not melt the snow.

This time Kingsley had been able to doge the job of greeting guests, instead he was in the rather big ballroom. He smiled and greeted the people who came up to him, congratulating him on his birthday. He would have been much happier with a small family gathering, but he would have to wait for tomorrow night when he would have dinner with them. When he was alone once more he shifted a bit, yet again uncomfortable. The outfit was nothing more than normal, he was use to wearing suits, but the shoes. He hated new shoes. He had not been allowed to break them in properly and could already feel the blisters forming.