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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[peverell.livejournal.com]

Moonette cast her eyes heavenwards as Napier pelted off downstream. Honestly, he wasn't so much losing his bad boy image as tearing it to shreds as he searched frantically for his author. Much more of this and he'd lose all his appeal in her eyes.

An approaching whooshing noise made her duck--just in time. A broomstick of unidentified manufacture zoomed past. "Damn!" Now she'd missed the chance to fly with him. Hadn't Hazel said he used to be the Gryffindor team Beater back in school? Trouble was, thoughts of Quidditch only took her back to Will...

Hazel was going to need a Healer when Napier found her. That would mean asking Will to--Moonette straightened her shoulders. Not until he came to his senses and admitted he'd got the wrong end of the stick over Byron! She had some training. Napier couldn't be completely useless. she'd tell him what to do. Satisfied with this compromise, Moonette jogged after the dark speck that was Napier airborne.

[peverell.livejournal.com]

And I'm pooped! Nighty-nighty peeps. Play nicely, she said with a mischievous grin. I can't wait to see what you come up with...

[girlyswot.livejournal.com]

Not until he came to his senses and admitted he'd got the wrong end of the stick over Byron!

Ah - Will was supposed to realise you were just kissing Byron to make him jealous, and be okay with that. *headdesk*

[moonette1.livejournal.com]

*sputters*

But I wasn't kissing Byron! He brushed my temple with a kiss! Big difference! I'm sure I can explain that to Will...

[peverell.livejournal.com]

I was going for Shallow!Moonette. Maybe I should have overdone it a bit more?

[girlyswot.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure that if you made her any shallower she'd be as two-dimensional as Postcard!Man.