Is it still stmargarets birthday?

[girlyswot]

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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[girlyswot.livejournal.com]

Almost everyone was dancing now, as if all the chaos and flangst of the past two days had been forgotten. Will had grasped Moonette's arm firmly and led her into the set without giving her a chance to protest (but given the leather kilt he was wearing, Girlyswot didn't really think Moonette wanted to protest). CHK was finally back from wherever she'd been, so she could dance with Niall. Even Youngish!Albus had bowed and graciously extended his hand to TDU, pointing out that reels were best danced after a few wee drams. Darcy was escorting Megan (no sign of Rolf, Girlyswot noted); Mulder and Anya - no Mulder and Dogstar - no... They'd better do a Dashing White Sergeant next, so he could be in the middle of the two of them. Kate and Nic were clearly experts at this, hardly even needing to listen to the caller's instructions. Gabby and Richard were doing their best to keep up with KJ and Percy.

So that was everyone.

Except... 'Have you seen St Margarets lately?' she muttered as Charlie whirled her round.

'Nope,' he shook his head on the way back.

They worked their way down the line, Stripping the Willow with practiced ease but, instead of taking their place at the bottom of the set, Girlyswot grabbed Charlie's hand and led him out of the Great Hall.

'I bet she's still in the kitchen. Come on, let's bring her back and damn well make her dance with Duncan. It's her birthday, after all!'

[peverell.livejournal.com]

*giggles madly* Great!

[amamama.livejournal.com]

I'm brain dead. I've tried several times to come up with something, but I keep drawing a blank. It's awfully frustrating, as I want to join in making this a fun and crazy birthday adventure for Mary, but I can't help it. Not even reading through this and sniggering make me get ideas of what happens next. It's really weird. SO I guess I'll just sit back and send my blessings to the party. Maybe I should start Albannach, that might give me some inspiration. Or at least some cool music. >sigh

[girlyswot.livejournal.com]

Or have a nice restorative shot of single malt?

[amamama.livejournal.com]

Maybe a bottle... I haven't felt this heavy in the head in ages. Truth be told, it hasn't been as windy and grey and wet in ages, either. I think I've got a brain-shrinking virus. And just to top it, the keyboard and mouse are acting up. Gaahhhh!

[peverell.livejournal.com]

There's still St Mags and Byron...

[gabrielladusult.livejournal.com]

Byron went back in time to Ghost!Mary.

[girlyswot.livejournal.com]

Goodness, this is getting even more ridiculously complicated than normal. I can't even work out who's still in the same century and the same country as the party. No wonder Berte's exhausted by it!

[peverell.livejournal.com]

*heads desk* So he did. Thanks Gabby.

[megan29.livejournal.com]

Woot, I get Mr. Darcy to dance with! Oh, I think I'm going to enjoy a spot of snarky conversation with him.