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A lazy lunch

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 13:56:30 GMT

Who: Harry Potter, anyone else
What: Harry has lunch in Diagon
Where: The outdoor front patio of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour
When: April 30th, 1999
Rating: G
Status: Open

The sun had been strong since early in the morning and Harry and some of administrative coworkers had decided to grab lunch out of the office. As they all floo'd their separate ways, Harry decided on Diagon and was soon wandering among the shops, picking up a copy of the latest Modern Quidditch to browse through and then settling into an outdoor table at the ice cream parlour. Harry ordered a coffee and a cupcake and dug into his Quidditch brochure. He hadn't gotten any new equipment this past season despite the Hogwarts alumni tournament, and he thought maybe he deserved some after his MVP win.

Taking note of a couple pairs of new gloves that looked interesting, and reading an article about Oliver, he rolled up the magazine when his cupcake and coffee were brought out to him but a young blond witch. Thanking the girl he tucked into the snack and people watched, enjoying the sun on his face and waving to familiar faces also out for a stroll in the strange, strong weather.

Punishment of the worst sort

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 13:47:02 GMT

Who: Pen, Croaker (NPC Head of Dept. of Mysteries)
What: A very bad Monday
Where: Ministry
When: April 30th, 1999
Rating: Gen
Status: Closed

The Monday before had been one of the worst in Penelope's memory (some little snit from the PR office named Pucey had somehow gotten into her office, she hadn't heard the end of it from her coworkers). That is, until Monday turned this week, and this one took the title swiftly. She'd gotten a memo late Friday evening as she was just closing up her tiny office from Mr. Croaker, asking her to dress as a Muggle for Monday morning. No work robes. He'd written that if she needed to shop for something suitable, he could expense it from the Department's Gringott's account but he'd also written that he assumed that someone as young and non-traditional as Pen (she'd laughed when she'd read that one) would have appropriate attire. And so she slouched into the Ministry slightly embarrassed Monday morning dressed in denims and a women's button up blouse that she'd picked up at a shop in London. Even with her comfortable Muggle overcoat on, she felt naked without her robes, and she'd fussed for an hour in the morning to find a place to comfortably keep her wand. She ended up magicking an inside never-ending pocket to the coat, and just planned on keeping the darned thing on all day if she needed to.

The note, of course, hadn't explained. Mr. Croaker very rarely wrote details down (he even loathed writing official papers lest someone not of the Department ever lay eyes on them), and only ever signed his letters "CK" as if he were afraid they'd be intercepted. So, wrapped firmly in her long coat and rather miffed, Pen knocked on his door not long after dropping her things off in her own small, over crowded with books, office. "Sir?" she asked, uncharacteristically timid, still feeling out of sorts in her Muggle garb.

"Yes, Pen, come on in." He had a deep, grainy voice and a jumpy personality, he was always nervous and normally this drove Pen up the wall but today it only served to feed her already nervous feelings about the whole assignment he was about to give her. She didn't sit even when he'd gestured to the chair in front of his desk. "Right, anyway," he went on, "I'd like you to attend a lecture for most of the day at the London School of Economics, top secret work you know, and so we've gotten you a Muggle identity for the day and you're to take notes and blend into the crowd."

"Excuse me?" The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them and the look on her face was one of pure disgust. She wasn't anti-Muggle, but she certainly didn't go around consorting with them, even for research.

Mr. Croaker cleared his throat and sounded a bit like a bullfrog, "The lecture is on Muggle security research programs in Britain and America and we need the information that as of yet we have not been able to get. We're hoping that if need be, you can use your... well, talents be that magical or otherwise, to get the information from some of the speakers." He handed her a parchment, but quickly took out his wand and transfigured into a Muggle notebook. "All the questions we need answered are in there, the ink is for your eyes only but don't go about losing it - we don't need the Auror's to know we're doing this research and after last week..." He let the rest go unsaid as Pen rolled her eyes and was nearly ill at the mention.

"Some punishment, I swear, not even my fault the damned rookie moron was snooping around where he shouldn't be - you all should be blaming the security of the place on this, not me." She grumbled perfectly clearly for him as she turned and stormed out the door. A day with Muggles. How degrading. She was one of the best minds in the Department and here she was taking notes like some common Muggle secretary!

Pen stormed through the halls of the Department of Mysteries, the other wizards steering clear of her. She took the lift up to the main lobby and looked briefly through the information in the notebook before flooing out of the Ministry to her flat and then headed into the streets of London via Diagon Alley, very prepared for the worst Monday in memory.

Pen sees daylight for once

Thu, 19 Apr 2012 13:32:02 GMT

Who: Pen, anyone around
What: Dinner at the Leaky
Where: Leaky
When: April 19th, 1999
Rating: Gen
Status: Open

Penelope's boss had sent her home. In her first year on the job as an Unspeakable, she had put in more hours than any of the senior witches and wizards, and he appeared worried about her. She had looked at him quizzically trying to figure out his concern but when she got to the pub and took a look in the long mirror that lined behind the bar, she understood suddenly. She had deep purple bags under her eyes, her skin looked yellow and yet pale at the same time, and her hair - despite her best maitenence spells - was flat and shiny in a completely unattractive way. Pulling a rubber band out of her bag, she threw her hair up in a messy bun and tried to put a perky smile on when the tender came over. "Burger and fries?" she asked, and then added, "and a cider, please," feeling self conscious. It was rare for her to be out this early and even more rare for her to have a drink in public, but during daylight felt even stranger.

Looking around the pub she waved at a girl she'd known in school - a Ravenclaw a year below her - and let her mind wander. She was currently working on deciphering some of Professor Dumbledore's papers from when he was a child - he'd written in his fifth year about a room in Hogwarts filled with toilets, but there was no record of the room and Pen certainly couldn't recall one - and it had all been stumping her greatly. It wasn't often she came up against a subject she couldn't tackle, but the mind of Albus Dumbledore was certainly one of them. Biting her lip as she grew anxious again on the topic, she was relieved when her drink arrived snapping her from her thoughts.

Thanking the tender and taking a long pull of the tart cider, Pen felt herself relaxing. Maybe being sent home early wasn't the end of the world?

Birthday Note!

Thu, 19 Apr 2012 10:45:17 GMT

To my Best Friend, Boat-mate and Greatest Drummer in the World,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY O!

Have a fab day! Drinks later, yes?!

Love

K xx

[Parcel contains this printed canvas.]

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 10:38:11 GMT

Who: Kirley Duke and Meghan McCormack
What: Lunch! Even celebrities eat y'know.
Where: 3 B's, Hogsmeade
When: Friday 30th March, 1999 (backdated because I'm failface and didn't remember to post)
Rating: G
Status: incomplete

Kirley finished the last of his cigarette and flicked the butt out over the deck railing into the river. He never smoked inside the boat; it wasn’t fair on his drummer to pollute his air, especially as O didn’t smoke. Ducking back inside, he grabbed the bag containing the items for his sister and shouted goodbye to Orsino before apparating.

He didn’t bump into anyone on his way to the Three Broomsticks, which was lucky, but he chatted with Rosie once he arrived. The older witch always greeted him like an old friend whenever he came back to her pub and took more than a little delight telling whichever regular was closest about the ‘wee scrap of a boy’, he was before he became famous.

Ordering a dark rum, he perched himself on one of the overly tall barstools and waited for his sister to turn up. He wasn’t usually the first to arrive, but Meghan had probably been cornered by a Portree supported, just like she’d predicted. Swirling the drink around his glass, he took a sip, then another, until the glass was empty and he had to order a refill.

Owl to Twins

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 13:51:17 GMT

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU TWO!!

I have presents, can I come over?

Love,
Ron

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 09:40:17 GMT

Who: George Weasley, Dotzy and Mac
What: Marking a calendar with a very important date
Where: Marcus' house, Manchester
When: Monday 26th March, 1999
Rating: G
Status: Complete

George was starfished out in the big bed, trying to take up as much room as he possibly could while he had the bed to himself. It was early in the morning, well early for him at any rate being close to eight o'clock, and Marcus had gone for a run or some training related excercise. (A little later than normal, but that's what he got for waking George from his good dream. Of course George wanted to see how the dream ended by reenacting it, to which Grumpy didn't complain). So all in all, George had the bed to himself and was too awake to drift back to sleep, but he didn't have to be anywhere till after midday. So just lazing about seemed like a perfectly fine idea... till his stomach decided it disagreed and wanted feeding.

A little whine escaped him as he stretched out, muscles flexing and then relaxing again as he settled. He sighed and sat up, moving to the edge of the bed and swung his legs of the side, bare feet touching the floor. Hopping out of the bed, George dressed and exited the bedroom out into the kitchen, where Marcus' Great Dane, Mac was munching on a bowl of dog biscuits. Mac looked up from his breakfast and wagged his tail, seemingly pleased to see George and the Weasley Twin gave him a pat before the pup turned back to his meal.

"Mister George is finally awake." A little voice appeared behind George, sounding amused. The red head turned around to see the small House Elf and nodded in greeting. At first Dotzy had been wary of George's visits, but slowly it seemed the House Elf had accepted him. "And Mister George is wearing Young Master Marcus' tshirt again."

"Ah, but Young Master Marcus won't mind." George smirked, moving over to the fridge to start fixing himself some breakfast. Dozty pulled a bowl and a glass for George out of one of the cupboards, not happy with her Master's guest's tendency to help himself when she was there to do it for him. But George was set in his ways and Dotzy her's so for Marcus' sanity they mutually agreed to share doing things.

"So what's on the Captain's agenda this week? Lot of press dealings after the big awards Saturday night, hmm?" George asked the House Elf as she poured some juice into the glass for him and he put some cereal in the bowl. "You'd think being the winning Captain would give him some bragging rights, yeah?"

Dotzy just gave George a look that told him that he should know better and remember about her Master's dislike of the media. With a simple flick of her wrist, the food items were put away and George settled himself on a chair at the kitchen bench to enjoy his breakfast.

As the House Elf left once more, probably to do some other chore that the Elf seemed to love doing, George's blue eyes looked around the kitchen and spotted a calendar beside the fridge. The Quidditch Awards Night had been marked but there wasn't anything else on it for the next week. Glass of juice in hand, George stood up and moved over to the calendar, flicking it over to April to see nothing marked.

Eyes widened at the sudden thought. He had never mentioned his birthday to the ex-Slytherin. Of course, they hadn't been exactly a conventional couple but George felt like Marcus should know when his birthday was. Pulling his wand out of a pocket in his jeans, George pointed it toward the date of April first and muttered a little spell, pleased with the result. In big bold letters, very similar to George's handwriting if he were writing all in capitals, read 'Twink and Fred's 21st Twinsday at Never Never Land'. He pondered a little, wondering if Grumpy would get what a 'Twinsday' was so wrote 'birthday' underneath the word in brackets. There, now Marcus would know.

It wasn't that he wanted any presents off the Quidditch Captain, he just wanted the other man to known that he actually was born not magically found in a cabbage patch or something. That and he definitely wanted Marcus to attend his 'Twinsday' party at the club he and his Twin owned. Maybe he was becoming sentimental...

At that moment, Mac dropped his little red ball at George's feet, finished with breakfast and wanting to play. All thoughts George had about becoming sentimental went flying out the window in favour for having fun.

A dinner date of sorts

Sat, 24 Mar 2012 19:48:50 GMT

Who: Adrian Pucey, Pansy Parkinson, anyone else
What: 1998-99 Season British and Irish Quidditch League Awards Night
Where: In a fancy, magical hall like venue with a bar.
When: Saturday 24th March, 1999
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete

Adrian was dressed to the nines for the ball, and even though he was technically attending to work, he'd been delighted when Pansy had accepted his invitation to join him for the event. He'd sent his note asking her with an arrangement of purple and green flowers, to make up for his lack of communication lately (planning the event had been a priority in the Press Office and he'd been busier than usual).

With her on his arm he felt calm in a way that surprised him, but there was something about her effortless charm that put his restless personality at ease. They entered the ball not long after 4:30 and he got them each a pre-dinner cocktail before starting to make the rounds, introducing her to everyone from the Ministry that he recognized. Smiling at her he leaned in and asked if she'd dance with him after dinner and kissed her lightly on the cheek in a rare display of public affection before his boss - the Press Minister - came over to introduce himself.

At the Ball, at the bar.

Sat, 24 Mar 2012 19:32:07 GMT

Who: Harry Potter | anyone who wants to join him at the bar
What: 1998-99 Season British and Irish Quidditch League Awards Night
Where: In a fancy, magical hall like venue with a bar.
When: Saturday 24th March, 1999
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete

Harry entered the Hall not long after 5 to notice a good sized crowd already in attendance. He made his way to the bar after shaking hands with Kingsley and ordered himself a glass of white wine. The dinner wouldn't be for a little bit so he got himself a seat and waited for his drink alone.

Looking around he saw most of his colleagues were already paired off, some of the obviously drunk, it reminded him of last year's Christmas party. He'd been asked after why he didn't take part in the office flirting and all he could really do was smile and laugh in a self-deprecating manner. Truth was, he hadn't met anyone that tickled his fancy in a while, despite his young age. It was true that Kingsley Shacklebolt was incredibly attractive to him, but Harry knew far better than do anything about it, and so he minded his time with a delightful little crush and didn't bother dating out of obligation.

Sipping his newly delivered wine, Harry waved at his section's boss - the team's head recruiter - and laughed when she brushed off the attentions of the coach of the Bats, looking through the crowd once more for a potential drinking partner. Really, where were Ron and Hermione when he needed them?

Sat, 24 Mar 2012 13:59:04 GMT

Who: Quidditch Players, Trainers, Team Staff, Ministry Peoples, etc.
What: 1998-99 Season British and Irish Quidditch League Awards Night
Where: In a fancy, magical hall like venue with a bar.
When: Saturday 24th March, 1999
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete

The 1998-99 British and Irish Quidditch League Awards Night

This thread is here to act as a guide as to how the night went because it'd be boring to RP the whole lot out. Players are welcome to RP out parts of the night in their own threads, but please link it back here so we can keep it all together.

The event took place in a fancy, magical hall that looks kind of like this only tables would be decked out in Quidditch Teams colours and there's a bar. The hall is in a house owned by one of the Quidditch League's Executives and guests and invitees would enter via the main gates, do a little press run along the red carpet before entering the house and being escourted to the dining hall by sharply dressed waiters.

Guests start arriving from 4pm and can arrive no later than 6pm. Doors to the hall shut at 6pm sharp. Late comers will be turned away.

At the front of the hall there is a stage with a table where the excutives sit and the League's Quidditch Cup and some minor trophies around it. Players and their guests sit at Team Tables and then other guests (those that bought tickets) sit to the back of the hall on more plainly dressed tables. Right at the back of the room is a fully staffed bar.

There is a sit down meal - provided magically, of course, by the house elves in the kitchens - at 7pm, allowing time for the guests to mingle a bit first. Plates are magically cleared away by 8pm and then the awards start. Awards include (And yes, the Reserve teams do get a look in):

Best Keeper - Oliver Wood (Puddlemere United)
Best Chaser Individual - Fabius Watkins (Montrose Magpies)
Best Chaser Team - Falmouth Falcons
Best Beater Individual - Finbar Quigley (Ballycastle Bats)
Best Beater Team - Kenmere Kestrals
Best Seeker - Cho Chang (Puddlemere United - Reserves)
Player of the Year - Aidan Lynch (Kenmere Kestrals)
Rookie of the Year - Dominic Montague (Falmouth Falcons)
Winners of the Quidditch Cup - Falmouth Falcons
Wooden Spoon (Last Place Team) - Chudley Cannons

The Quidditch players are allowed to give speeches but they don't have to be played out. Just have your character comment on it in their journal (if you want). (Please note: Quigley and Watkins were two names picked off the HP-wiki and play for the teams listed according to it).

After the awards are handed out, the tables are magically pushed to the side and a dance floor is created and guest of the event are invited to party till dawn, if they so wish. Or they can drown their sorrows at the bar. Or they could be boring and just go home.

So, there you have it. That's all you need to know, I think. Feel free to play out parts of the night. And remember, Rita Skeeter and her team from Witch Weekly will be buzzing about so careful what your character does because it may make the next issue.

Fri, 17 Feb 2012 10:16:41 GMT

Who: Kirley Duke, Orsino Thruston, Myron Wagtail, William Weasley, BOBBY (npc)!
What: K's Birthday!!
Where: The Black Cat
When: Friday 17th February
Rating: K = High probably
Status: Incomplete

So far his birthday had been amazing; he'd got loads of cards from fans, which always made him smile. Orsino had found a vampire panda hat, which had made him giggle for an hour when he'd found it in the fridge. As soon as O had woken up they'd had cake for breakfast and lazed around the boat for a while. Well, lazed as much as two people who never sat still could. Then they'd gone to Curly's and K had picked up the guitar he'd been lusting after for about four months.

He'd named the new boy, Jasper and played him for three hours straight once they'd come home. Don and his Mrs had stopped by for dinner, as had Meghan. A quick change after their guests had gone and now he and Orsino were pushing through the familiar doors to The Black Cat. Bobby's place. The lass herself appeared from the back office and ran over to catch him in a bear hug, which he returned with a laugh. 'Alright?' He gave her an odd look then, sensing something was being hidden from him but not knowing what. 'Why are you looking so shifty?'

Thu, 16 Feb 2012 12:55:43 GMT

[Left in a box in the fridge next to the milk]

Plus this wrapped up in protective bubble wrap as well as some HoneyDUKEs sweets.

Sat, 04 Feb 2012 18:40:11 GMT

Who: Ginny Weasley, Marcus Flint and George Weasley.
What: "Grumpy meet Ginny... Ginny meet Grumpy..."
Where: Hogsmeade - 3 Broomsticks & Honeydukes
When: Sunday 5th Feb.
Rating: PG
Status: Incomplete

Hogsmeade rarely ever changed dramatically. Sure, there were little things, like a new store opening or the different seasons that passed through the village. But the fundamentals were always there and one particular staple was the Three Broomsticks.

George sat in one of the corner booths near to the fire but not close enough that he melted, drinking a Butterbeer and smirking at the names carved in the table he sat at. He remembered the look on Madam Rosmerta's face when she had found that George had defaced one of her tables with Fred's and his names just to prove to a group of Slytherins in fourth year that the table did belong to them and did indeed have their names on it. Funny how times had changed and he was now sitting with a Slytherin, not bothered at all the 'snake' was at 'his' table.

The group started off with both Twins and Marcus Flint, but something in Zonko's had caught Fred's eye and George wasn't going to begrudge his Twin a chance to check on what 'the enemy' was selling. Now it was just George and Marcus in the Three Broomsticks waiting for the youngest Weasley sibling to arrive.

"Relax," He leant close to Marcus, dropping a hand beneath the table and touching the other man's thigh. His tone was calming yet had a light joking quality about it. "Even though she thinks you have a nice arse, she is not going to jump you in a room full of people."

Fri, 03 Feb 2012 06:05:01 GMT

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Wed, 01 Feb 2012 16:04:48 GMT

Who: Katie Bell and Dominic Montague
What: More awkwardness at the hospital
Where: St. Mungo's
When: Wednesday 1st Feb (backdated)
Rating: PG? Yeah... PG
Status: Complete

The constant pounding in his head would not shift and had been there since his father was admitted to the hospital almost a week ago. Maybe it was a week, Dominic didn't know, he had lost track of time. There hadn't been any change in his father's condition although there was a new Healer on his case - well, trainee Healer, Bell wasn't completely qualified just yet.

Dominic hadn't spoken a word to the younger girl while she made her rounds, letting his mother ask all the quearies and then sending Bell on her way. It suited Dominic just fine to sit in the corner quietly and let the Healer do her job, which is what he was doing now. His mother had stepped out to go to the tea room upstairs, leaving Dominic and his father alone when Bell arrived to do her check-ups. However, the headache was unbearable.

He knew all he need do was ask and Bell would be able to allieviate it for him. But that could possibly send out the false message that he wanted a conversation - which wasn't all that appealing to one with a migrane. Pinching the bridge of his nose and then rubbing his thumb and forefinger outward over his closed eyes he let out a sigh of slight frustration.

"Bell," He spoke uncharacteristically in a soft tone. Eyes still closed and hand resting on his forehead. "Do you have anything for a headache?"

Tue, 31 Jan 2012 11:01:18 GMT

To Kirley-Dee and my Or-some Brother,

Thought I'd send you two a note along with Mumma Thrusty's monthly care package. SURPRISE!!
Anyway, we had to do an art project at school - endangered animals was the theme.
Thought I'd send you the results! Let me know what you think.

All my love and hugs,
Hero.

P.S. The pillow is the one that ~~I beat you up with~~ made love to your face on Christmas morning, Kirley-Dee! Enjoy! KISSES!

The package includes all sorts of Muggle goodies for O and K to enjoy from Mrs Thruston and this from Orsino's little sister, Hero.

Mon, 30 Jan 2012 11:53:59 GMT

Who: Marcus Flint and Dominic Montague
What: Well, family stuff, it's likely to be awkward.
Where: St. Mungo's
When: Sunday 29th Jan (backdated)
Rating: Erm PG?
Status: Incomplete

Marcus wasn't fond of St. Mungo's. The last time he had been there; he'd had a punctured lung. This time as a visitor, he didn't feel much more at ease. Finding himself outside the building almost as soon as he'd read Min's last message, Flint pushed his way through the inevitable crowd in the waiting area and headed upstairs. Spell Damage didn't sound good. What could have happened to have his cousin up there? A million and one things seemed to flash through his mind, none of them good. Min had seemed healthy the last time Marcus had seen him, shouting at teammates as they'd blamed the 'fledgeling' for their defeat. Which lead him to think that it was a family member, either his Aunt or Uncle, that was sick.

Arriving at the correct ward, he paused outside the half closed door and lightly tapped on it before peering round into the room. Dominic and Aunt Acacia were beside the bed.... it was his Uncle who was ill. His Mother's only brother.

Sat, 21 Jan 2012 00:26:28 GMT

Who: Kirley Duke & Oliver Wood
When: Evening, 20th January
Where: Riverside, 10 miles from boat
Rating: PG to start
Summary: K's thinking too much, so went for a walk.
Status: Complete

The news in the Daily Prophet had left Kirley with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach and he'd had to leave the boat behind to clear his head. He knew the news has affected Orsino; his best friend had gone quiet -always a danger sign- and retreated to beat the shit out of his drums. K had peeked round the door to check on him before leaving, but O hadn't acknowledged him, again this was ordinary when he was upset. For some reason he didn't like people to see him angry, Kirley on the other hand loved to yell at someone he was annoyed with. He had half a mind to march into the Ministry and kick up a fuss, but he didn't really think it would achieve anything in the long run. Instead he had posted on his journal, then headed out for some fresh air.

Walking had always helped him clear his head, sometimes it even managed to tire him out sufficiently enough to actually get some proper sleep. Hands in pockets and head down, he strode along the footpath beside the river, his usual bouncy walk was more subdued as his mind turned over the words of the article. Not only were they persecuting 'halfbreeds' and muggleborns, they were now against homosexuals too. Their laws were rapidly sending wizard society back to the dark ages. Next thing you knew you'd be sent to Azkaban for sodomy. Huffing out an annoyed sound, he shook a cigarette free of the pack, lit it with his wand and took a long drag, trying to out walk his thoughts.

Fri, 20 Jan 2012 09:27:31 GMT

Hey Katie,

It's Jonathon Chambers, remember me? The guy you patched up after one of the Twins sent a Bludger in my direction.

Anyway, I know this could be a long shot but I thought it was worth a try asking. I was wondering if you knew any Healers that specialise in brain problems, diseases of the mind, that sort of thing. ~~I have a friend...~~ There is someone in my family that has early onset dementia and I wondered if there were any Healers that could treat that. Possibly someone who doesn't work for St. Mungo's. Maybe a Muggleborn Healer who doesn't work at St. Mungo's because of the current political situation.

I don't know. Just thought I'd ask. I want to do all I can to help. I'm sure you understand and would do the same for your family.

Thanks,
Johnny.

Fri, 20 Jan 2012 05:43:30 GMT

20TH JAN. 1999 • The Wizarding World's Beguiling Broadsheet of Choice • 5 κ

MINISTRY CABINET RECONVENE AND NEW LAWS TO BE CONSIDERED
By Rita Skeeter
The Ministry of Magic's Cabinet of Officials - made up of Department Heads, Senior Advisers, Madam Undersecretary Lestrange and Minister of Magic, Pius Thicknesse - reconvened today to begin the process on making a decision on several new laws. Some of these laws include harsher penalties for those who oppose the Ministry in a disorderly and socially unsafe manner, such as the events that transpired at the Hogsmeade Halloween Festival last year. (Read The Daily Prophet - NOV. 1st to recall what happened.) The new law states that "if a person, beast or being is found conducting in antisocial behaviour and protesting against the Ministry in a manner which can bring harm to themselves and others - the person, beast or being will be apprehended by any means necessary and be brought to trial where, dependent on the extent of the crimes will receive a fine of 11,000 galleons or higher and possible time in Azkaban Prison". Several other laws are in the works including one that will eliminate the "Equal Marriages Act 1647" - which originally allowed for wizards and witches to marry within the same gender as well as inter-species with a human-like beast or being. If this law is passed, a number of people who have wed werewolves, vampires or other such human-like beasts and beings will now find their marriages null and void. While, if any such being, beast or same-sex couple were to want to marry now, it would no longer be possible for them to do so. Muggleborns and their marriages - as long as they are inter-sex marriages - will not be affected by this law at the time of printing.	The reasoning behind such a law is due to studies showing the increasing low number of children born into the magical world. The population of Wizarding Europe, as a whole, is at an all time low and the Ministry feel that to preserve the world and culture they need to promote more desirable relationships that will help sustain Wizarding society. Of course, there are numerous rumours going around about other laws the Ministry are set to pass - including one that will separate the blood classes in the stands while attending Quidditch matches - but no word from the Ministry's Press Office if there is any truth to them. As always, keep a close eye on The Daily Prophet for all the latest ground breaking news in the world today. In music news now, a three-broom crash took place last night over the River Mersey in Liverpool between late ticket holders to a Celestina Warbeck concert. All injured parties were taken to St. Mungo's for treatment and Ms. Warbeck issued a safety warning to all concert goers. "Take care of one another out there," Ms. Warbeck said to her audience. "I would rather you be late to your seats for my show than rush and cause an accident like we have seen here tonight." Ms. Warbeck then went on to sing some heartfelt classics and sent flowers to the families involved in the crash. MAGIC LOTTERY NUMBERS 7 32 18 ☆ 89 12 # Jackpot Prize Draw: 13,600 Galleons

Index

Thu, 19 Jan 2012 12:04:05 GMT

Who: Ron and George Weasley
What: A Weasley brand of forgivness... mini-thread.
Where: WWW, Diagon Alley
When: Thursday 19th Jan
Rating: Maybe some naughty words.
Status: Complete

It had taken a while for George to respond to Ron's owl message but he knew Ron was sincere despite the few words he sent. Ron had never been a fan of the written word, especially when he was doing the writing, so George hadn't expected a four page letter of explaining why his little brother was an idiot.

Of course, George had gotten Fred's advice on the matter and decided the best course of action would be to confront Ron face to face. He figured if Ron was the one that wanted to apologise, he had to make the effort to come to him. Besides, any trouble and he was sure Fred or Verity would come out to the back room and back him up.

He was still a little angry about what Ron had said but more than anything he was tired and ready to put it all behind him and move on. So he waited in the back room for his brother to turn up, tinkering with one of the Invisibility Hats - that made the wearer headless - just for something to do.

Thu, 19 Jan 2012 10:38:09 GMT

George,

I'm Sorry.

Ron.

Flint,

I saw what you wrote in Parkinson's journal. I admit, I reacted badly when George told me about you and him. But I can see that I was wrong to assume things about you.

Just know, if you do anything to upset/hurt George, there's a hell of a lot of Weasleys to come after you.

Ron W.

Tue, 17 Jan 2012 09:12:01 GMT

Dear Mr. Duke.

My name is Tiger-Lily and I am just writing to tell you that despite you being a vampire I still enjoy your music and am still a really big fan. Well, not too big, I'm only 5 foot 2. Anyway, I just wanted to say that being a vampire doesn't change the awesome person that you are. It's how you act and treat others is what really counts. I am looking forward to hearing more music from you and the other Weird Sisters.

xoxo, Tiger-Lily.

Sun, 15 Jan 2012 16:32:05 GMT

Who: TWINS
What: Having a non-Weasley lunch
Where: Twinville
When: Lunchtime, Sunday 15th Jan
Rating: Adult probably, for their bad mouths.
Status: Complete

Fred was still incredibly pissed off with most of his family, especially Ron and Bill. Though his parents hadn't exactly been brilliant about the whole thing. It seemed like everyone assumed George had lost his senses. They still believed all Slytherins were evil. He admitted, he had thought the same while at school, but he'd met one or two that were okay. Verity was a Slytherin, she was alright. Flint was fairly decent too, not that he'd spoken much to him. But he made Gred happy and that was all that mattered in Forge's book. Which was why he was cooking lunch for himself and George rather than getting ready to apparate back to the Burrow for their weekly family meal.

He was so angry, he couldn't think straight enough to actually cook anything proper. But he was hungry and he knew his Twin was too. He could always tell when there was something up with his Gred. Hell, there was a lot up with him at the moment. Not that Forge could blame him. But his Twin was definitely hungry. Slicing some cheese, he pulled out the grill pan from the oven and added it to the already toasted bread. Cheese on toast would be fine, especially six slices each, with soup - it was tomato, but technically that was fruit, not vegetable. Plus, there was Jelly and Cake for dessert.

'Gred! Lunch!' He called, setting the table and dishing up.

Sun, 15 Jan 2012 12:32:30 GMT

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