Charlie Weasley

Fred (wouldn't you know it?) has some free tickets for Wytches Brew tonight in Hogsmeade. He's going so I reckon I will tag along. Fancy it?

I just heard an unreconisable racket coming from Hagrid's cottage. Closer inspection (unwise I know) reveals he has taken to robbery with violins. The tune, I reckon, was meant to be "Baa Baa Black Sheep" But that's just a guess.

I wonder if he can play "Over the hills and far away"

Couple of miles would do it.

I'm at a bit of a loose end really.

I always knew it would be tough to watch Maggie take her first steps (flaming large steps granted) back to the wild.
Oh I know its the right thing and all. I mean she couldn't live cooped in that cave forever. And now that Struan and Mairead are on the scene, well I'm more or less a bit of a spare whatnot at a thingummy.

Still I reckon I'll always have a place in her heart.

And that's the main thing isn't it?

Yeah.

Morning all! And a lovely one it is too, that's for sure!

Had a great time at the Bones / MacMillan's. Plenty of food,  wonderful great company, and only the odd singed eyebrow eh? Hope everyone else had fun too!

Meantime, Maggie and family are doing brilliantly, thanks to all of you who've been asking after them, and popping round!

And I'm not doing to badly myself, ta very much for asking!

Well I don't know about you lot, but I'm off to enjoy the rest of this lovely day!

Cheers

Charlie

Charles Weasley requests the pleasure of your company to celebrate the arrival of Mairead, a daughter to Maggie and Struan. Mother and daughter are both happy and well. Father is doing what he's told.

Date: This coming Friday
Venue: Back bar of the Glaikit Stirk
Time: 7pm until Hamish throws us out

Visiting our new arrival is always welcome - please let me know in advance so I can look after you -  Maggie's still a little "protective".*

Cheers,

Charlie

*Except "Uncle Hagrid" of course - he can look after himself and is welcome to just pop in any time

I can't keep flying with Maggie. It's not right. It;s not natural. She deserves the chance to be all a dragon can be. Wild. Strong. Magnificent. Above all, it's that time again. She is getting very broody.
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I've been over to see Fred. He seems very cheerful all things considered. Only.. well it's almost like he isn't accepting George has gone. I mean he played a daft trick on me, dropping a fizzbomb into my tea.

Merlin knows how he did it, he must be really good at wordless AND wandless magic, because he never moved. And then he roared with laughter and blamed George.

Anyroad, I don't want to worry Mum and Dad. Maybe you might "drop in" some time, so to speak? If only to prove that I'm not going barmy, or that Archie isn't putting something weird in the beer down the "Mucky Duck".

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Well can't keep hiding away for ever I reckon. Time to dust myself down as it were and get on with life. Whatever that means. Priorities I spose. Maggie. Poor girl hasn't hunted properly for weeks. Not since.... well since then. I've been getting carcasses shipped in but it aint the same. She knows something's up. Heh I almost reckon she knows what happened when...

Anyroad, onwards and upwards. Literally. I should've looked in on Remus and Harry but.. well.. I didn't think they needed my gloomy face around. Probably set em back rather than help.

Remus has apparently no memory of the past. Didin't even know he was a werewolf. I suppose I really ought to warn him about Maggie - but she's getting a bit exciteable, so I better head straight off. Hopefully he will read this.

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Thank you all for your the kindness and sympathy over recent weeks. It's meant a lot to all of us, especially Fred.

I'm taking Maggie out hunting soon, so don't be alarmed. Remus, Maggie is a Hebridean Black and.... oh well I will explain later - nothing to worry about mate!

Later on, if anyone's up for a beer, I reckon it's about time, don't you?

Cheers,

Charlie

The surname "Thorne" - and therefore the house named after the family of that name has  many variants. Some of those are Thorin, Tern, Theron,Tharon, Thorian, Tierney, Torrin Torren, Torran, Tyrone, Tyronne and Tirone.

The family, originally Torrin, were (latterly) mainly English speakers, and gradually anglicised the name (and that of the large estate associated with it), yet the local community, largely Gaelic speaking, kept the traditional name.

Torrin, or Na Torran to use its Gaelic name, is a picturesque crofting community nestling near the head of Loch Slapin, a narrow sea loch in southwest Skye.

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The community which dates back over 2,000 years, is the foreground to what many regard as one of the finest mountain views in Scotland, Blaven. Torrin itself sits on Durness limestone, which accounts for the greenness, abundance of trees and varied plant flora, including more than a dozen species of orchids. Indeed much of the area is designated a site of special scientific interest. Amid the starkness of the generally treeless landscape of Skye, the area is truly an oasis.

The community is 9km (6 miles) by road from Broadford, 50km (30 miles) from Portree and 148 km (92 miles) from Inverness, the capital of the Scottish highlands.

Uamh an Ard Achadh (High Pasture Cave) is a limestone cave situated 1.25km south east of the village of Torrin on the island of Skye.  In May 2002, Steven Birch, during a routine visit to the cave, discovered disturbed archaeological deposits in an abandoned high-level fossil passage.  The material had been cast aside as spoil by visiting cavers, who were attempting to excavate a boulder choke in order to gain new passage in the cave system.  The archaeological material included a significant amount of animal bone, shellfish remains, charcoal, fire-cracked pebbles, coarse pebble tools and pottery sherds.  During previous visits to the site, animal bone had been identified in the cave sealed beneath a layer of calcite.

Well thats what the future Muggles will believe!

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Blimey what's going on? There are owls everywhere! It'll take ages to get the muck off me best leather jacket!

Did I miss something? A feast of some sort? Is it Inside-Out Cake Day or something like that?

Well if I should have sent you all whatever wishes of the season, then consider em sent okay?

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Not that any of the loose bowelled sods were delivering anything to me, mind. Ahh well.such is life! Onwards and upwards eh?