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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.
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 )
Where: The Botanical Gardens in Oxford
When: Backdated 7th(ish) August, 8pm
What: Breaking up.
Rating: PG
Status: Closed; complete
( We'll hide together )
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.
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: 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.
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.