Fourteen Shades - AU HP RPG

Who: Lorcan D'Eath and whomever is listening
When: Friday Night, 10pm ish.
Where: The Wireless.
What: Killing time and over thinking, and OMG finally playing songs he forgot to play...Oops.

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And that was The Blower's Daughter by Damien Rice, as requested and woefully late. And Brick by Boring Brick, by Rose Zeller her new song recorded at your local wireless. Jealous? You should be.

Lorcan D'Eath here, fulfilling my promises, albeit a bit late. Sorry about that, lovelies. My plate has been a bit full as of late and I can't seem to get it cleared. Then again, the same can be said of most everyone here from time to time. Give me a moment and I'll take a jaunt back down melancholy hill and stand back on more level footing.

I asked and got some feedback, but themes are hard to come by or in short supply. So I guess I took them and mixed them together. Or maybe the theme is my mood. Maybe there is no real theme, just human nature, or the experience. Could be? More likely just an over indulgence on my part. I rarely do this, so bare with me. I'll listen and you can listen with me. I'll start off with a classic.

Don't Fear the Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult
How Soon is Now - The Smiths

Back again, I still have a few tracks I'd like to hear tonight. I'm not sure whose out there this evening, but if my tastes are not to your liking, my apologies. Drop me a line some time and give me an idea of what you'd like to hear. Otherwise I'm left with idle hands and too much time. Feel free to stop me at any time.

Walking Wounded - The Tea Party
Walking in my Shoes. - Depeche Mode

It occurs to me at times like these that it's plain to see what decades I got to live through. Although on occasion I find a song I've not heard before and toss it in the mix. Both songs walking and I guess that's a subtle cue to myself to do just that. That's it for me, I've places to be.

Remember the wireless is here for you all to enjoy. I'm here for whatever everyone else needs. That's what I do. Keep it in mind and oi! You want a radio show, speak to myself or as I hear it, George Weasley's nomination for Prettiest Man in the Village, Mr Lee Jordan.

Good night and sweet dreams.

WARNING: It is long. Sorry to anyone who saw the million typos before I fixed them too.

( sent to Malfoys (not Polaris), Blacks, Rosiers, Tonks/Lupins, no Potters, sorry! )

WHO: Michael Corner & Summer Capper
WHERE: Parking in the Rear
WHEN: Saturday night
WHAT: Mike is trying to come clean.
RATING: PG

( If it wasn't enough to love Summer, how could it be enough with Megan? )

WHO: Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks
WHERE: The garden
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHAT: Conversation and comfort
RATING/STATUS: Low / Closed

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WHO: Albus Severus & Arianna Dumbledore
WHERE: One of the town roads.
WHAT: Al is on a bike ride.
WHEN: Early Saturday evening.
RATING: PG

Albus knew his thirteen-year-old self had been in the village longer than his current one, but he could not remember any of that time. His friends and family filled him in, but their memories read like tales about another person. Oh, he knew they were right. Everything sounded exactly like him right down to latching on to people he would never know at home. He never admitted hearing the stories saddened him. They told him he wanted to be older when he was here before, but now he wished he were younger. It was strange being the same age as Jamie, but it was downright horrible being the same age as his dad. Harry's frantic entry made Albus long to run and hug him, but he held back in a way he knew his younger self would not. Now? He regretted it. He did not contact Harry in the next days. He saw him writing to others, but he did not comment, not even on Nana Lily's writing. It was too hard. He did not want to scare Harry off. Not having an uncle or aunt was different. He could not handle it if Harry did not want him around. Albus loved his mother, of course, but Harry had always been the one he needed most.

James said he was going to visit Autumn so Albus set off on his own. He considered going to Scorpius and Lily, but neither of them had contacted him either. Maybe they were busy. He did not want to bother them. He considered going to Evan and Bellatrix, but what if Kirley was there? Al understood he could not be with Bellatrix because she had stuff to deal with, but part of him still thought Kirley was just more interesting. It was that way with most girls anyway. He was too naive, too flighty, and too...Albus Severus Potter. Maybe, if he was honest, part of the appeal of Dark Magic involved feeling cool.

He did not feel cool then. He felt stupid.

His stomach grumbled. Maybe he would head to the teashop for a snack. He had his notepad with him so he could jot down thoughts. The only good thing with feeling so off? It got the creative juices flowing.