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(no subject) [Oct. 12th, 2005|08:56 pm]
Bill Weasley
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. After all, it's Tonks. Tonks with her ever-changing hair, her lack of coordination, her cheeky demeanor-- Tonks whom he has known for longer than he can remember. Somehow, that makes all the difference. And so, he is nervous. And waiting.

Typist: All set up, Sq, so answer whenever you like. Anyone else living at the Burrow can feel free to chat with Bill/meet Tonks as she arrives, too. :)
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(no subject) [Oct. 10th, 2005|12:51 am]
Bill Weasley
[mood |happyhappy]

Well, Wednesday can't come fast enough. [grins]
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(no subject) [May. 31st, 2005|06:49 pm]
Bill Weasley
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.
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(no subject) [May. 4th, 2005|05:53 pm]
Bill Weasley
[is dead, apparently...]

[and now is not]
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(no subject) [Apr. 27th, 2005|07:27 am]
Bill Weasley
Typist: *posts this to lighten the mood*

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


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(no subject) [Apr. 27th, 2005|06:59 am]
Bill Weasley
[mood |stressedstressed]

[grits teeth]

Not him.

[sends an owl to Dumbledore and the rest of the Order]
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(no subject) [Apr. 25th, 2005|08:51 am]
Bill Weasley
[blinks sleepily, and sips at a cup of coffee]

My typist just uploaded a new icon for me. Some of you may recognize the picture that it's from, her having fussed over it for the longest time. I hope you don't reveal the secret of who my typist is.

The past few days, I've been fairly quiet. I happened into the chat room earlier today, though, and the people in there were quite nice, though a bit odd. Two people were superglued together by the actions of a demon. They also had chocolate and brandy all over them. I think there was an elf in the room, too. Not a normal elf, like the house elves that some Wizarding households have, but a rather majestic one. He was tall and humanoid, with pointed ears and long hair. I think I prefer those elves more. The lady in red frightened me a little, I think. Otherwise, I believe I will attend the chats more often. Amusement's actually quite rare in this place, especially given my typist's anti-social behavior.

The past few days have also been busy, work-wise. I trekked a few miles through the desert the other day, having heard rumour of another buried pyramid a mile North of the one that I discovered a few weeks ago. The bank's always busy, and always finding new pyramids for me to break into. You'd think that by now, all pyramids would have been discovered. Perhaps they're replicating.

Anyways, I went into the pyramid. The entrance gave me no problem at all. It had only a few simple locking spells and booby traps that were easily dispelled. However, those were all magic-based spells. Despite popular belief, the magic-based spells are easier to detect and dispel than the physical-based spells. Scanning spells usually work quite well. I digress, though. Inside the pyramid, I walked down a long hallway. The walls were covered with heiroglyphs, but since I was on a time constraint (those bloody goblins), I couldn't decode all of them as I went. Suddenly, I found the ground slanting, and before I knew it, it had turned into a slide of sorts. I skidded down it, almost skiing, and I tried grabbing onto the walls with my hands, but the walls were too slippery. Finally, I managed to slow my motion (using spells) enough, so that I could wedge my fingers into a crack in the wall. That stopped me. I peered around the corner, and found that if I hadn't stopped myself, I would have slid right into a bed of spikes. Quite a few skeletons were already resting among the sharp skewers. A little by little, I made my way back up; finding a foothold here, and a small handhold here. It was the most strenous time that I have ever had.

A few minor glitches later, though, I found myself in the main chamber. It turns out that the heiroglyphs were actually warnings against the bed of spikes pathway, and that they told the correct way to the main chamber. [laughs] I think I've learned a lesson. Next time, take your time, Bill. The treasure was a massive haul though, considering how small the actual pyramid was. The goblins were quite pleased.

I wasn't actually supposed to work that day. Usually I have a desk job 3 out of 5 weekdays. The other 2, I work in London, and am also on call during the weekends. However, a few of the major curse-breakers fell ill, and the treasure pile was looking shabby (according to the goblins, at least). They had to call me in, since they were deprived of so many curse-breakers at such short notice. I didn't mind though, even with the whole bed of spikes ordeal. I didn't die. I'm here right now. And though I was frightened to death at that time, I can laugh about it now.

That's pretty much my view on life. Why worry about things that happened in the past? Learn from them, and then move on.
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(no subject) [Apr. 21st, 2005|06:48 am]
Bill Weasley
[sets his bags down in his typist's mind, and settles himself in]

Well, it seems as though I've finally arrived here. Whereever this place is.

A bit after I arrived, I got hit with some ... fairly important and slightly shocking news. Hermione is pregnant, by way of Ron. I must say that although I was expecting the two of them to get together sooner or later, I really didn't expect it to be this soon. Apparently, Mum's really disappointed in Ron. I suppose that I don't blame her, knowing how she is, and knowing how he is. I sympathise with him though. He's still so young to be facing all of this. Hopefully I'll be able to help out a bit, since Dad and Charlie haven't arrived yet. Perce also seems to have disappeared off the face of the Earth. (Big loss there, though.) I'm a bit worried for Ginny, too. She doesn't seem to be doing so well, health-wise. Or at least, I gathered that from her journal. I'll have to have a talk with her soon. The twins, however, seem to be doing fine, thank Merlin. I don't think our family could stand any more angst.

That's all I've gathered about my family members and their activities since I've been here, which hasn't been for too long. Harry and a bunch of his classmates are here too, though I haven't had the chance to talk with any of them besides Miss Lovegood. I'd like to get to know them. Provided they aren't all like Malfoy, of course, since he's still a pretentious little snot. Talk about characteristics transcending the generations.

I also noticed that Dolohov and Bellatrix Black are here as well. I should alert the Order to this. Hopefully the two of them won't cause too much trouble. ... Knowing them though, they will. They're Death Eaters, after all. I'll be sure to keep an eye on them, for safety's sake. ... Oh. And that rat is here, too. [simmers with silent rage] He better not have the audacity to comment on my introduction post. If he does ... I will keep my temper, if only for the benefit of everyone else around. However, I can't stand him. Really, I can't. I've heard that he's claiming to have "reformed", but I honestly don't believe a single word of it. As the old card game goes ... "Bullshit". I'm calling your bluff, Pettigrew.

As for the rest of the people here, they seem to be nice, if a bit strange. It's daunting to be in the presence of various gods, demons, angels, and other immortal forms. I suppose I'll get used to it after awhile. My typist says that I will. I'm just unnerved at seeing so many of the people I read about when I was a kid ... come to life. It's a bit frightening when I think that I can actually interact with them. Although, I suppose they feel the same way about me, somewhat.

Well, I'm not even half done, but my typist is complaining that her fingers hurt. [smiles ruefully] Silly girl. Anyways, I've got to get going, before she starts threatening me with a serving spoon (she's cooking breakfast), just like Mum is apt to do. Oh the memories that brings back. ... Anyways, right, I was about to go.
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