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[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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I Come From The Land Down Under

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Richard gave her a funny look, all the while scratching like crazy. "You don't understand how Time Travel works, do you?"

"Who does?" Megan muttered.

"We got there 3 years after Betty had arrived. Albus couldn't time it any closer. She already had two children, and another one on the way."

"Ah. Good for her!" Megan smiled. "That should show StMags that it wasn't just a thinly disguised feminist plot on my part. The woman has a family now, after all. DId she also get her horse farm?"

Gabby nodded. "Yes, although the ex-convict owns it now. English law and all that."

Megan considered ranting again, but decided that she was too far ahead in the Bingo game. She didn't have to give other players reasons to destroy her Plot on minor technicalities. She decided to wait and see how those other players were going to unmarry and unchild poor Betty, and still claim it was for her own good.


St. Mags crossed off deaus ex machina on her bingo card and smiled smugly. Betty, her half-formed character, had gone back in time. Which meant Little Debbie, Jimmy Dean, Drake and the rest of those odious children ceased to exist. Duncan Hines was still a free man.

“Duncan!” she called in a carrying voice. That matter-of-fact voice sent chills down her characters’ spines. They (Will, Niall, Richard, Byron, et al) knew that when St. Mags spoke in that tone, their fate was to be spun, measured and cut. Yes, St. Mags was the three fates rolled into one, and just as old (but a lot nicer).

“What can I do for you?” Duncan asked in his velvety voice.

“You can be my leading man,” St. Mags said. “And now I will switch point of views for comic effect.”

Duncan’s heart leaped. Did this mean St. Mags had fallen in love with him? He did look rather well in his kilt. And he had conducted himself with honor during this dishonorable party. Were they to be together for all eternity – or at least until the next lj party?

His hopes were dashed, however, when St. Mags abruptly tuned out his point of view.

“Ah, Rolf!” St. Mags smiled at the shirtless Young(ish) Harrison Ford look-alike. “Are you done brawling with Niall?”

Rolf swiped a lock of hair off of his sweaty forehead. “Yes,” he panted. “CHK told him to knock it off or she was going back to New Zealand.” He glanced at Duncan and then looked around. “Is Megan still here?”

“Somewhere,” St. Mags said cheerfully. She didn’t know if Megan was supposed to be a clench with the New Scotsman or not and she didn’t have time to wait for moonette to finish painting her nails or sharpening her stilettos or whatever it was Veelaisimas did on Monday nights. “There’s a poisonous spider from Australia that just arrived and I was wondering if you could capture it for us. I’d hate to think what it could do to Scotland’s ecosystem.

Rolf scratched his head. “I don’t know anything about spiders – I’m more into Magical Beasts, but there’s a visiting Muggle entomologist who might be able to help us.”

“Excellent,” St. Mags replied – right on cue. “What’s his name?”

“Her name,” Rolf smiled. “You fluff writers are so sexist.”

“My bad,” St. Mags smirked.

Duncan heaved a great sigh. Unlike Byron who had worked at Ye Older Romance Writer’s Shoppe, he couldn’t see this plot twist coming and didn’t know to pay keen attention to this seemingly innocent conversation.