girlyswot | Is it still stmargarets birthday?

Charlie proclaimed himself completely stuffed after demolishing most of

dogstar101's delicious dinner.

'Time to go, then.' Girlyswot raised a finger to attract the attention of Winewaiter!Albus. 'Have you got the portkeys ready?'

'They have all been slipped into pockets as you directed earlier.'

'Excellent. Can you activate mine and Charlie's first and then everyone else in ten minutes? We just need a few minutes to...' Albus's eyebrows rose suggestively '...get everything ready. Honestly, what is it with everyone assuming that all Charlie and I do is make out?'

'If the uncomfortable Regency corset fits...'

'It doesn't,' she told him firmly, rearranging her bosom just to make Gay!Albus feel uncomfortable in return.

He averted his gaze. 'Very well. We will join you in a few minutes.'

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Girlyswot landed smoothly, safe in the circle of Charlie's strong, canon arms. She allowed herself a moment just to revel in his comforting presence.

'Here we are, then. Beaufort Castle, home of Clan Fraser. Did you get everything sorted out?'

'Think so. The pipe band are over there, and the Highland dancers are waiting inside to give us a display of sword dancing. There's a range of single malts for TDU to sample and plenty of black pudding ready to fry up for breakfast. I've checked all the charms - all the men will find themselves wearing clan tartan kilts, and the women will have plaids to put over their shoulder. Oh, and everyone will find that any injuries sustained so far will be healed, leaving only the scars.'

Girlyswot looked down. Charlie was indeed wearing a bright red and yellow checked kilt with matching socks that showed off his spectacular calves. She had a matching plaid over her Regency dress. She couldn't wait to start reeling.

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They have enough preservatives and chemicals to stay fresh until the next party

This is one of the things (as well as the colours-not-found-in-nature) that alarmed me most about cakes in the US. If a cake hasn't gone stale in about three days*, I'm not sure I want to eat it.

*With the exception of a proper fruit cake which will keep for months and years and will improve with age, especially if you keep feeding it alcohol.

Yes! My nephew had a cake with dark blue frosting one year. It was disgusting.

This is a continuation of when Moonette found the injured Kilted One in a bedchamber upstairs in the castle. Unfortunately, due to time constraints, moonette1 failed miserably in completing his story for this party. We’ll just have to set him aside until next time.

But since he didn’t protest her request to take a look, Moonette took cautious steps around to that side of the bed, holding one of her stylish wedge shoes for defense. Once again she cursed the fact that she wasn’t wearing stilettos. Stilettos were so versatile and would have made a better weapon than these silly macramé wedges.

It ended up not mattering anyway, because she took one look at him and dropped the shoe onto the floor. He was crouched against the bed with one hand holding his side, and the other holding the dagger. His entire body was tensed, ready to spring, the muscles in his forearm holding the dagger bulging dangerously. His long brown hair looked straight out of the past, like it would be more at home tied back in a leather thong. As it was, disheveled and roughly cut to his shoulders, she could imagine it being whipped around his face by the Highland winds. And what a face it was – sculpted jaw, a strong, straight nose, a firm set to his mouth, and his skin a bit weather beaten and tanned which set off his eyes. Large and suspicious, those eyes weren’t pure blue, nor were they green, or hazel, or brown, or God forbid something weird like lavender. The closest she could come to describing them would be that of the sky on a foggy morning that is just beginning to break through the mist.

He stood, stifling a groan, when he saw her. Good Lord, he had at least two inches on Will.

Moonette’s expert eyes immediately searched for scars. She was not disappointed, though a bit underwhelmed. A small one crossed his right temple, and another more jagged one crossed the bottom of his chin. She was sure that was enough for St. Margarets, however. St. Mags could even rationalize the chin scar into an innocent childhood accident, making it more fluffy than flangsty. Yup, that was more than enough for St. Mags.

He wore a plaid. Not a skirty kilt of modern days, but a real, Highland plaid which made him look straight out of the eighteenth century. Even under all of that material, she could tell he was solidly built.

He took one look down at her after standing, and his granite jaw relaxed into a lopsided grin. He resheathed his dagger. “Ye don’t look verra dangerous at all now, do ye?”

Moonette slid her foot into her shoe. “That’s not what Megan’s going to say at the next party.”

“What was that ye just said, lass?” He shifted position and grimaced. A deep stain of crimson soaked the plaid over his right side.

“Nothing. No…I’m not dangerous. But you look as though you already found someone who was.”

“Aye. And if I’d just had more time, I’d have finished him off.” He started to breathe harder, then, and pale a bit. ‘Now where is St. Margarets?”

“Why don’t you sit on the bed here?” Moonette gestured to the large bed next to him. “You’re bleeding quite a lot and you look a bit peaky.”

He shook his head. “Not until ye bring me St.Margarets.”

“Wait! Did you just say “…if you had more time”? Time. What time is it? What DATE is it?”He shook his head as if puzzled and she fished into her pocket for her cell phone. “Good Lord, it’s October 21! And almost noon! I’ve got that auction fic to finish!”

His free hand quickly went to his dagger again. “You’re actin’ verra strange, lass.”

“I’m sorry. I, I have to go,” Moonette sputtered. “Can we pick this up next time? When St. Mags is around? Promise me you won’t bleed to death in the meantime. Apply pressure.” Moonette’s gaze dropped to the bloody area on his plaid. “That’s right, just like you’re doing. I’m sure you’ll be all right.”

“But Byron-”

“No time for Byron right now. Or wounded Highlanders, no matter how gorgeous they are and no matter how badly I want to ship St. Margarets.”

He grabbed her arm at that. “Ship? She’s on a ship?”

“No, she’s here in the castle, somewhere.”

He started to walk toward the door. “Then I must find her!” But he gasped again, gripping his side more tightly and falling to one knee. He reached into the folds of his plaid and brought out a leather bound journal. He held it out to Moonette with a shaking hand. “I canna walk. Please. Ye must give her this.”

“Right now? But she could be anywhere in this huge castle! It could take me hours to find her! I have to write that fic!” She grabbed the book from him then started for the door. “I’ll give it to her at the next party. I think Grandma Kate’s birthday is around Thanksgiving." Then a flash of inspiration hit her. She brightened. "And if the wait is long and difficult for you, remember--this is all Megan's fault. M...E...G...A...N. Megan. Got it?” When she reached the door she turned back. “In the meantime, apply pressure!”

when I was a student at uni my friend got a rum ball from the kitchens and decorated it into an animal and had it on her windowsill for the entire year!

I am that fruit cake. :)

I thought TDU was that fruit cake. ;)

Wrap up post coming soon. Be afraid. Be very afraid...

Loved the eye color description. So I assume his eyes are sort of rat-charcoal, with small white dots indicating incipient cataracts. Seh-xy. (I figure by this point, I have nothing to lose, since you're planning to disembowel me anyway).

Ha! We're going to have LOTS of fun at the next party, aren't we dear little Megan. I was so stressed for time this one that I couldn't hunt you down properly to exact revenge. Disemboweling is a bit harsh,though. Especially after all of the hard and excellent work you put into this party.

just you wait! I'm still planning revenge too (always best served cold) it just takes me longer to think of anything ;)

I think Ros and I need to team up!

Yes, my scenes with Will required lots of hard and excellent work. Glad to see you appreciate them. :-)

Part One of the Wrap Up (http://girlyswot.livejournal.com/149357.html) now up.

Wait, did I do something to Niall?

no Megan and I were fighting - I'm planning my revenge on megan! lol

you lovely lady of the stiletto's are safe ;)

You should have made me your secret santa -- I would have sent you a Donegan Family fruitcake!

Ship her with a bunch of 'establishment' types like Kingsley. She hates that.

Yeah, I was in such a rush I didn't tell Gabby how fun this was to read. Gabby - you are GOOD! And I thoroughly enjoyed your posts in this party. Thanks for writing Will. I can never get enough of him.

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