Regulation and Control

Who: Charlie Weasley and Katie Bell.
What: Dragon people discussing dragons - namely the MacFusty Hebridean Black reserve.
Where: An ultra-secret place just off London.
When: Tuesday, August 12, 2008. Late afternoon/evening.
Rating: PG-13 likely for the very spontaneous, eloquent people inside.
Status: Closed; incomplete.

( Straightening her back, Katie pulled her hair into as neat a ponytail as she could muster and tried to look professional while she waited for Charlie. )

( Owl to Oliver )

( Owl to Fleur )

( Warded owl post to Katie Bell that burns anyone who isn't her or Sophie that touches it )

Who: Jane Doe and Red Lewysham
What: Lots of confessions and revealed secrets (mostly Jane's, though Red's deepest darkest secret is also revealed)
Where: Leaky Cauldron, Wizarding London
When: After closing, Monday 11 August 2008
Rating: G
Status: Closed; Complete


( I thought you would call the MLE or... I don't know - tie me to a pole to burn and run away screaming with your little parasite. )

Who: Morag MacDougal and Fleur Delacour-Weasley
What: Morag and Fleur meet to discuss Veela powers.
Where: The Ministry of Magic, to begin with. Then Morag's corner of the Love Division of the Department of Mysteries, likely.
When: Monday, 9 August, 2008
Rating: Likely PG-13 at the least, based on subject matter and the high likelihood of Morag swearing in her head.
Status: Closed; incomplete.


Morag glanced around as she waited. She and Fleur had rescheduled their interview, which had worked out rather well as Inez had had the previous Monday off and they'd had lunch. Thankfully, Morag had not seen anyone she knew. Things were working surprisingly well so far, as far as her personal life went. But now it was time to focus on her work.

It was probably going to be interesting, at the very least. She'd never actually talked to a Veela. She'd seen the Delacour woman when Hogwarts hosted the Tri-Wizard Tournament, certainly, but she hadn't been interested in Veela then. And she certainly hadn't expected to study Love, of all things. But here she was, ready to see what - if anything - she could discover about the nature of...well, whatever it was that made Veela so magnetic.

Who: Nymphadora Tonks, Rabbit Tuor
What: Baby mama drama.
When: Late night, Saturday
Where: Tonks' flat, Notting Hill.

When the patronus came to alert him, Rabbit was sitting around his coffee table with Atticus, Coop, and his grandmother (who, after giving hours of advice to both him and his sister decided to come back to Liverpool to be their glue for as long as they needed her). Understandably, Coop screamed bloody murder, throwing her playing cards in the air mid-‘go fish’ at the sight, Atticus only raised an eyebrow, and his grandmother muttered something that was such an old Italian expression that none of them could translate its meaning.

It took a few minutes to calm his sister down, and he was grateful that his brother was around to make tea, and that Nonna would be around to stay with her for the night - because the old woman kept shooing him toward the door, insisting that things would be just fine. And with them around, Rabbit was sure that Buttercup, who had been a bundle of nerves and tears for the past few weeks, would be just fine.

He didn’t bother changing out of his pajamas, or apparating to his normal spot in the alleyway near Tonks’ flat. It was no more than twenty minutes after the patronus was sent that he popped into existence in the woman’s living room, barefoot.

"Hey," he said as a greeting, his eyes worried and dark with shadows, opening his arms for her to fall into if she wanted.

Who: Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley
What: Bill's awake when Charlie walks in Friday night.
When: Late. 11-12ish Saturday evening
Where: The Burrow

The Weird Sisters were on the Wireless as loud as Bill would go without fear of Molly charging downstairs, but since he felt alright and didn't particularly want to sleep, he was on the couch with an Arithmancy text, chomping at the bit, but otherwise satisfied with this activity until he was sleepy enough to turn in. Willoughby circled in front of him on the rug, apparently unable to find a comfortable position. He was about as antsy as Bill felt, and he stuck his hand under the couch and felt around. It closed upon a dusty rubber ball a moment later.

The dog sat up immediately, ears cocked and Bill grinned. "It's a bit late to be out in the yard, boy." Nonetheless, he sat the book aside and went to the door, where he stuck his bare feet into his shoes as he pulled on a windbreaker, an activity made more difficult as the dog scooted between his long legs. When he opened the kitchen door, Willoughby raced out as if he'd already thrown the ball. "So this is what I get for letting you sleep all day?" he called softly as he walked into the side garden, past Arthur's shed, and tossed the ball into the garden near what he knew to be a gnome hideaway.

Who: Ky Janes and Everrett Mac
Where: The Botanical Gardens in Oxford
When: Backdated 7th(ish) August, 8pm
What: Breaking up.
Rating: PG
Status: Closed; complete

( We'll hide together )

( Patronus to Rabbit, sent late Saturday night )

Who: Charlie Weasley and Nymphadora Tonks
What: Srs Bzns
When: Saturday night, just after 9 PM
Where: Seamus' bar, private room
Warnings: Probably language; let's hope there's no setting things on fire!
Status: Closed, complete.

Charlie had arranged a quiet, private room for this meeting with Tonks, a room that was dog-friendly as well, because he wasn't having the discussion without his canine moral support. He was settled at the table waiting for Tonks, with their favourite drinks already set for them, and Mircea curled at his feet.

He scratched the dog's head in lieu of taking liquid courage, and waited.

Who: Katie, Sophie, Oliver and some nasty reporters.
Where: Katie's cottage/North Wales.
What: Due to Rita Skeeter's article Katie and Oliver's plans to tell Sophie about Oliver's 'involvement' in her birth are toppled. Plus, they encounter reporters while trying to salvage things.
When: Friday. August 8th. A few hours after the Prophet appeared.
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing).
Status: Closed. Incomplete.

He knew full well that broomsticks came with Safety Charms for a reason. A good, solid reason that was supposed to keep the flyers from getting carried away (quite literally sometimes) and end up as mush sticking to a random chimney and giving Muggles a scare.
Oliver chose to ignore that knowledge and took the Charms off nevertheless. He pushed the broom to reach a speed that almost made breathing impossible and once or twice it was nothing but a combination of reflexes and sheer, stupid luck that kept the Scot from flying full speed into a tree.

Time was of the essence. He desperately needed to reach Katie and Sophie before a copy of the 'Daily Prophet' to keep his daughter from learning about the fact that he was her father from the newspaper. Thirty minutes and three evasive manoeuvres that nearly resulted in fatal crashes later, Oliver arrived at Katie's cottage and landed rather harshly. He ran up to the door, took a deep breath (it wouldn't do to scare Sophie looking like a madman) and plastered a fake smile on his face. It was show-time!

Who: Fred Holden and Stephen O'Reilly her mad passionate lover (or, y'know, Harry Potter, whichever)
What: A thinly veiled excuse for crack
Where: God knows where. Back alleys, fish stores, chip shops, dominatrix dungeons, under the sea chapels...the possibilities are endless.
When: Friday evening (way before he meets with Seamus), 8th August
Rating: PG-13 for language and suggestive humour likely
Status: Closed;Incomplete

Fred had a date with her gigolo love of her life, at least this is what she'd told both Ben and her brothers. Technically it was true except for how Harry wasn't actually a gigolo, it wasn't really a date and Fred wouldn't know the love of her life if they wore a flashing neon sign. It sounded way better the first way though so she stuck to that version. Who needed it to be true as long as it sounded good?

There was a time and a place for meeting up but Fred was restless. New moon had come and gone which marked the end of her mellow period. On top of that she was healthy, even if still underweight, and with tonight being the first quarter of the moon she had more energy than she'd experienced since before her kidnapping. Having to wait anywhere was a bit of a problem for her so she took to wandering until she could show up unreasonably early for meeting up with Harry. She'd taken to chatting with people in passing and somehow acquiring a couple children before their mums pulled them away half terrified of Fred. She thought she looked loads more normal in her jeans that cut off at her knees and her loose tee shirt. After all, she was wearing clothes and smiling and that meant non-threatening, right?

She spotted the familiar head of stuck up black hair before she could even see the rest of him, though she was standing on a bench at the time so that helped. Hopping down, Fred wove her way between the people on the pavement and went in a wide arc around him so she could silently creep up and tap Harry on the shoulder. He wasn't even fully turned around yet when she sprang up. "Ha--Heeey!" Her hands were on his shoulders and her legs went around his waist. Harry could either catch her or fall over. Fred wasn't much bothered either way, she just grinned at him like mad.

Who: Seamus Finnigan, Harry Potter ("Stephen O'Reilly")
What: Discussing a job description and other discreet articles.
When: August 8th, late evening
Where:Seamus' club/bar
Rating: PG-13ish

As Harry entered the club, weaving through the few dancing bodies on the floor- it was Thursday night, after all- on his way toward the bar, he felt grateful that Seamus had given him something other than work behind the bar. He was much more punk and rock'n'roll than club music. Forcing a smile for the man working the counter, he shouted, "Ouzo? Do you have Ouzo on the rocks?" He sat at the barstool, tugging at the bottom of his leather jacket. "By the way, I'm here for Finnigan. He's expecting me."

Who: Rabbit Tuor and Nymphadora Tonks
What: Thirsty Thursday! Featuring nicknames, sugar gliders, painkillers, Chinese food, brains, karma, religion, and lots and lots of alcohol.
Where: Tonks' flat in London
When: Thursday night, sometime after 7pm
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Closed // Complete

( Rabbit almost had a heart attack, and his field training showed in his response. )

( from the front page of Friday's Daily Prophet )

( Warded Owl to Harry Potter )

Who: Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley
What: Bill writes another story and has a sleep, followed by a serious fraternal conversation
When: August 7th, late afternoon- evening; August 8th, morning
Where: The Burrow
Rating: PG-13 for language, mostly
Complete

( Bill ate drowsily and then lay back down. )

Who: Vi Marlowe, various flatmates and Lavender Brown
What: Margarita cookies.
Where: Vi's flat
When: 7th August, evening
Rating: PG (I think)
Status: Closed; complete

( Damn, I was hoping you'd not notice I wasn't actually doing anything. )

Who: Rabbit Tuor and Viola Marlowe
What: Vi meets Rabbit's menagerie.
When: Evening of Monday, 4 August 2008
Where: Rabbit's flat in Liverpool
Rating: G.
Status: Closed; Complete

( Dogs could be trained to bark in gratitude, but he thought hugs were much cuter. )