It’s been quite the struggle, but I reckon we’ve finally got this adventure on the road, or actually, more like on its path through the sky, maybe. I didn’t want to fly the ruddy thing first for hours before I went to pick up Marley, just in time to fly the ruddy thing for another however many hours it ends up taking us to get to Ballycastle, up in northern Ireland. So I Apparated to Hogsmeade after work last night and, fetching the Anglia from the forest, flew it down to the outskirts of London, then (scarily) drove it on the regular road with a late-night Muggle driver or two to park it just outside our flat last night. Yeah, I was a bit tired by the time I got to bed, but one thing did make me feel especially good: finally got to use that parking slot in the car park that we pay for in the apartment rent, for once.( QuidditchwithMarley )

Hmmm. Pitch black at the flat, far as I can tell. No lights on inside, no lights on out here on the landing… Must be Harry and Kevin gave up and went to bed on me. Woulda been right nice of ‘em to leave me a light on somewhere though. Ah well, good news is that I can use my wand instead of the ruddy key since no one else can see either, and anything that can help when I’m this tired from playing all weekend - and have to get up at the butt crack of dawn to face the likes of the Git in the morning…


I wave my wand to unlock the door, then reach for the handle to let myself in. “What the-“ I mutter, startled in the blackness by something fluttering up under my chin, but after a minute of swinging at the bloody thing, the light of its wings catch in a tiny spot of light from somewhere and I see it’s just a moth. Sighing, I step inside and push the door closed behind me, trying to be careful not to make loads of noise. But that hardly ever works. I whisper “Lumos!” to use just the light of my wand, and head for the kitchen to get a glass of water.( LateDateMates )

I look at the shop clerk like she's daft. Because I reckon she is.

"I said 'Harry', not 'Harold'!" I tell her. "And reckon you could make it something besides neon pink icing? Dark red, maybe?"
( Harry's birthday )

While it wasn't exactly the toughest Missing Persons case we've ever had to help get information for, it was hardly the easiest either, this thing with Sen. Three times the MLES Missing Persons people came up with exactly nothing for her, and three times Harry and I had to go see what other little tidbit we might toss 'em that could possibly be of any help. Oh yeah. Then there was the begging, which was always the fun 'before- part' to them starting the entire case study over again.

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It's Sunday evening when I call to ask her to dinner on her birthday. Isn't like I could work out a whole lot else to do that day, seeing as I have to work till five in the evening or so, and wouldn't even be able to go pick up Marley until after I finish. Not that I know for sure, mind, but I reckon she's got work that day too. Besides, if plans go right for the rest of what I'm trying to work out, we'll be making a bigger sorta date of things on a sorta special little short trip to Paris in a few weeks. So, I'm hoping that on Thursday we can at least go to dinner, and that I can give her her presents so that she gets to know she's going to Paris too, and then...Well, we'll just have to see what happens after that, but there are other gifts I know I'd like to give her, if she's interested, and they have nothing to do with anything I can just hand over.

So, since Pig seems a bit tired and snuffly tonight, I drag out my seltefalone and set it on the table and just look at it for a few minutes. There is no love lost between my seltefalone and me. Never has been. We both know this. The thing's got a penchant for calling at random by far the world's crankiest and most obnoxious people whenever I try calling someone I know - and I'm pretty damned sure it reckons that's pretty funny. In fact, I'm sure that if a tefalone could laugh, it'd be guffawing its guts out knowing that I can take down Dark wizards and werewolves, but get so intimidated about a sodding little piece of non-magical nuts and bolts and plastic and metal. ( Tefalones )

The next day I tell Harry what's up and head off for the Prophet office after work. My stomach growls at me along the way, but no surprise there - it reckons it must be almost time for dinner.

I step inside the building and wait in the lobby for Ginny to come out.

I see her walking by the front desk, eyes narrowed on someone in the crowd in front of her, but then she sees me and she starts to grin. A few seconds later she's finally shoved her way through everyone the best she can and she throws her arms around my hips and hugs me tight.

"You mentioned getting some food, right?" ( DinnerandAdvice )

Ten days. Ten days, eight of them work days. Ten days, and I haven't even a ruddy clue what to get Marley for her birthday. And it's gotta be good - great, even.

There's only one thing to do, no doubts about it.

It's time to owl Ginny. ( TenShortDays )

The coffee must be kicking in. It has to be.

A minute ago, I swear I couldn't focus on anything. I've been sitting here at the kitchen table trying to wake up enough so that by the time I get to work I'm not a blithering idiot. Well, at least not any more than usual. I mean, morning and I have never been the best of friends, but what with the night shifts Moody's had us working the past couple of weeks, and having to take all those healing potions to get my body put to rights after dealing with the foundation raid and all, I reckon it's been even worse than ever.

But now I reckon I'm actually awake enough to notice that Kevin's out here in the kitchen with me. Never mind that it was probably him who shoved the coffee cup into my hand as I stumbled out from my room earlier. Dunno if it's just me not being awake, exactly, or just that I can't deal with people like him who are actually cheerful in the morning.( DiscoveringMarley'sBday )

"Auror Weasley. Stay still so we can find out the rest of your injuries," a healer say sharply. "Or you'll damage the rest of your ribs and actually break them."

Ah, healers. What bloody wonderful people.

Not.

I glance over at Harry and work hard to still my bouncing leg. Hate this. Bloody hate this.

"Lie down, Auror Weasley," the Healer continues sounding put out. "It will be easier to examine you."( Healing )

There it is again, that noise. What in the name of Merlin's monkey is that?

I try to pry my eyes open and lift my head off the pillow to stay awake for a minute. Maybe I'll hear it again.

Nothing...nothing...nothing... My head won't stay up any longer and phlumps back into the pillow. I sigh and rub my face, reaching out for the alarm clock to see what time it is. I squint. Gah - 5:17 in the bloody morning! Ah well - at least whoever was making the noise musta decided it was only decent to shut the hell up.

Or not. ( NurseMum )