Bill Weasley stands in the living room of the Burrow, very handsomely dressed, yet looking slightly nervous. He has a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and keeps looking at the watch on his other wrist. He has no reason to be nervous, he tells himself. He's gone out with many girls before, and this date will be the same as usual, right? Wrong. ( Read more... )

Well, Wednesday can't come fast enough. [grins]

Hermione? If you see this entry, my typist said that it would probably be the best way to reach me, as she's slowly going insane from the sheer number of characters that she types for.

Actually, now that I think about it, it would be a decent way for anyone to reach me, if we keep the conservations in the comments private.

[is dead, apparently...]

[and now is not]

Typist: *posts this to lighten the mood*

No cut is needed. Or wanted. Or ... yes. *drool*


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[grits teeth]

Not him.

[sends an owl to Dumbledore and the rest of the Order]

[blinks sleepily, and sips at a cup of coffee ( Read more... )

[sets his bags down in his typist's mind, and settles himself in ( Read more... )