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Chapter Two Out of the Frying Pan

It was well known that not long ago the Wizarding World adopted the use of muggle artifacts to better the knowledge of how they think and interact. Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts Headmaster (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards.) decided in good name that the first move to the better understanding of muggles would be the use of the Television (see page A-3 for more details). Such a device requires people to act out things on the screen.

This brings us to Albus Dumbledore's next move. He is in charge of a program called TSO (Teen Soap Operas). In light of this new development, he has connected all muggleborn and wizard's televisions to what he properly named the WAM Unit (Wizard and Muggleborn). WAM allows us to watch all muggle television shows and wizarding shows correspondently.

Just three days ago was the release of the casting options for TSO. Today I am proud to announce the winners. They have not been stared in any particular roles and will need to contact Minerva McGonagall as soon as possible. The winners are the following:

Neville Longbottom

Dean Thomas

Gregory Goyle

Vincent Crabbe

Millicent Bulstrode

Seamus Finnigan

Lavender Brown

Ginevra Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Pavarti Patil

Blaise Zabini

Susan Bones

Elizabeth Jabel

Ronald Weasley

Hermione Granger

Harry Potter

When this writer read Harry Potter's name on the list, she just about did a flip. This will most certainly be an interesting show and I advise us all to watch its progress. The list of Adult actors on TSO will be listed on page A-3. All in good faith.

Linete Hornput (World Wide Witch's Top Author)

Molly Weasley was having a splendid morning. Her two youngest children were asleep upstairs and Arthur would be down in a half an hour for his tea and a bit of toast.

She got the tea started and settled down onto a kitchen chair to read the morning's edition of WWW. Nestled down and ready to read, she came across an article on TSO. She had read about it in the past few days and it seemed interesting—especially with Albus running it.

She skimmed though the article catching phrases that jumped out at her until she came to the winners.

Moving her eyes down the list, she let out an ear slitting scream. The scream brought Arthur, Ginny, and Ron out of their sleep induced stupors and the lot of them came bounding down the stairs in fear of a death eater attack.

The three of them found her hunched ever a morning paper holding her heart and staring wide-eyed at it. She spoke in a pleasantly surprised voice that baffled them.

"Ron, Ginny-dear, why didn't you tell me about this?" She was gesturing down at the paper with a smile starting on her lips.

For her part, Ginny was quite confused as to what her mum was on about. She wondered peering over at the slips of parchment her mother was brandishing.

It was rather startling being roused in the morning by your mum screaming and there being no apparent death eater attack. She sighed and studied her brother's form in case he held any clue to as what was going on. Realizing this was completely pointless she gave up and looked to her father instead.

Her thoughts were along the lines as to never getting any important information. She supposed that was just the way it worked. She was ultimately left out of the enlightened loop.

Arthur, having as little insight as to what was really going on as the children, tried his wife. His eyebrows rose as Mrs. Weasley ran her tongue along her teeth and read the offending article out loud.

When she was finished all of them were standing in the warm kitchen in a slightly awkward silence. Ginny had a sudden look of relief on her face and a growing look of excitement, but Ron look appalled.

"Bloody h—" he started, but cut off by a scathing look from Molly. It was quite like the looks Hermione might give him when he was cursing. He visibly shuddered.

"Well, this is an excellent opportunity for you both!" Mr. Weasley cried jovially, clapping them both on the shoulders. The action shoved Ginny forward, but she only clicked her tongue and smiled.

"I only wish you had told me!" Molly had apparently been as thrilled as her husband. It was clear that both parents thought that the experience would be great for them.

"And you'll both get to work with Hermione and Harry," she shot them each a knowing look."

"But I didn't sign up!" Ron tried.

"No, Hermione signed us all up." Ginny smirked at her brother triumphantly. It was one of her favorite pastimes to embarrass her brother about Hermione. As if on queue, Ron's ears burned.

"Hermione's going to get it," he muttered under his breath, but Ginny knew the worst he would do was start another row and that didn't really matter because they wound have fought enough to make up for it anyway.

"No you won't," countered his sister. Mrs. Weasley watched her youngest bicker about Ron's best friend and crush, Hermione Granger. She was severely hoping that in a year or two she'd have a daughter-in-law and a grandchild, but you can only wish for so much. She'd have to ask Ginny exactly how far along they were later.

Mr. Weasley, who had been left out of the conversations for too long, said that perhaps someone should write Harry.

"Oh, that's right!" Ginny gasped. She had forgotten that Harry most likely didn't get World Wide Witch and if he did—well, she didn't want to think about it.

"I'll go write him," she volunteered happily. This would be probably the most interesting summer by far.

"And I'll go write Hermione," Ron said with remorse. The two bounded up the stair fighting over who wound get to use Pig.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley watched their children from their children go with wistful expressions. They were getting older and soon they'd be adults.

The whistling of the tea pot bought them from their reveries and Molly turned to finish making the tea.

"How long do you think the peace will last?" Arthur asked his wife amusedly.

"I give it a couple days," she threw over her shoulder as she took a sip of her cup and handed one to her spouse.