Live coverage - Wizarding Wireless Network
*indistinct crowd noises can be heard in the background; there is the soft sound of singing as well*
Quint Quigley here with the WWN News in our second day reporting to you from outside the main gates to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It's a blustery, overcast morning here in Scotland, and we have yet to see any representatives from the school.
A small group of eight mourners has gathered by the gate today, bundled against the chill, they hold their glowing wands aloft in vigil and weep quietly into their mufflers. A few have just now broken into a feeling rendition of the Puddlemere United fight song.
*a few thready voices quaver And we'll bludger them bloody and fly them into the ground*
There are more of us gathered today than yesterday; the crowd has swelled to over forty members of the press from all over the world. I spoke with a crew from Japan this morning as we jockeyed for position by the gates. Everyone here hoping to speak with the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, and hear from the students and faculty how they are taking the loss of Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, teacher, friend, and family. The school has been silent and closed to all press since the news broke, releasing only one short message asking for consideration in this time of grief. And so we gather to offer our sympathies and share in this great loss.
Wait, I think I see.... Yes, there seems to be a large black dog racing towards us from the village. I believe it to be in reality Sirius Black, godfather to Harry Potter, and new to the teaching staff this year standing in for Minerva McGonagall in the Transfigurations position. Let's see if I can get to the front of the crowd-
*muffled grunts and shoving noises as all the bodies suddenly shift direction*
- and get a word with him as he approaches. Yes, there he's transformed back. Quite an impressive transformation it is, too, in mid-stride and still running towards us. Mr. Black! Mr. Black! Quint Quigley here from WWN!
*confused echoes of this cry rise up from the group like baying*
WHORES! VULTURES! RATS! FUCKING BLOODY SCUM! HE SAVED ALL YOUR WORTHLESS HIDES!
*a confused shouting is heard, and the sound of a body slamming into another and then several people hitting the ground*
Mr. Bla-ack! *slam* We're very sorry for your lo-! *choke* Our- our listeners would *gurgle*
*the muffled sound of flesh impacting flesh and the ground repeatedly*
YOU FUCKING MAGGOTS! HE'S NOT EVEN COLD!
*confused shouting and screams of panic mixed with growling and snarling as Sirius-as-Snuffles goes after another reporter. A meaty sound as he bites down on a leg and starts yanking the reporter about like a terrier with a rat.*
snarlgrrrrraaaI'LL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF!
Perfesser Black! Sirius! Come away now, the headmaster sent me to see that this lot weren't bothering you. *muffled growling* Come on, then. And you lot can just set here and wait. No one's coming down to talk to you until they're good and ready. And yer to keep away from the students, mind! Or I won't be responsible. Bruiser and this here manticore *rattle and a clang as a chain is affixed to the gate* are going to sit lookout and make sure you don't try anything funny.
*Receding footsteps and nervous chatter, then a choking cough*
Quint Quigley here, *wheeze* Rubeus Hagrid, *hack* Care of Magical Creatures professor and Hogwarts groundskeeper has taken Professor Black off with him. Sending it back to you and the day's news, Clementia!
*choke*
Quint Quigley here with the WWN News in our second day reporting to you from outside the main gates to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It's a blustery, overcast morning here in Scotland, and we have yet to see any representatives from the school.
A small group of eight mourners has gathered by the gate today, bundled against the chill, they hold their glowing wands aloft in vigil and weep quietly into their mufflers. A few have just now broken into a feeling rendition of the Puddlemere United fight song.
*a few thready voices quaver And we'll bludger them bloody and fly them into the ground*
There are more of us gathered today than yesterday; the crowd has swelled to over forty members of the press from all over the world. I spoke with a crew from Japan this morning as we jockeyed for position by the gates. Everyone here hoping to speak with the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, and hear from the students and faculty how they are taking the loss of Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, teacher, friend, and family. The school has been silent and closed to all press since the news broke, releasing only one short message asking for consideration in this time of grief. And so we gather to offer our sympathies and share in this great loss.
Wait, I think I see.... Yes, there seems to be a large black dog racing towards us from the village. I believe it to be in reality Sirius Black, godfather to Harry Potter, and new to the teaching staff this year standing in for Minerva McGonagall in the Transfigurations position. Let's see if I can get to the front of the crowd-
*muffled grunts and shoving noises as all the bodies suddenly shift direction*
- and get a word with him as he approaches. Yes, there he's transformed back. Quite an impressive transformation it is, too, in mid-stride and still running towards us. Mr. Black! Mr. Black! Quint Quigley here from WWN!
*confused echoes of this cry rise up from the group like baying*
WHORES! VULTURES! RATS! FUCKING BLOODY SCUM! HE SAVED ALL YOUR WORTHLESS HIDES!
*a confused shouting is heard, and the sound of a body slamming into another and then several people hitting the ground*
Mr. Bla-ack! *slam* We're very sorry for your lo-! *choke* Our- our listeners would *gurgle*
*the muffled sound of flesh impacting flesh and the ground repeatedly*
YOU FUCKING MAGGOTS! HE'S NOT EVEN COLD!
*confused shouting and screams of panic mixed with growling and snarling as Sirius-as-Snuffles goes after another reporter. A meaty sound as he bites down on a leg and starts yanking the reporter about like a terrier with a rat.*
snarlgrrrrraaaI'LL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF!
Perfesser Black! Sirius! Come away now, the headmaster sent me to see that this lot weren't bothering you. *muffled growling* Come on, then. And you lot can just set here and wait. No one's coming down to talk to you until they're good and ready. And yer to keep away from the students, mind! Or I won't be responsible. Bruiser and this here manticore *rattle and a clang as a chain is affixed to the gate* are going to sit lookout and make sure you don't try anything funny.
*Receding footsteps and nervous chatter, then a choking cough*
Quint Quigley here, *wheeze* Rubeus Hagrid, *hack* Care of Magical Creatures professor and Hogwarts groundskeeper has taken Professor Black off with him. Sending it back to you and the day's news, Clementia!
*choke*