KJ nibbled on her slice of cake while Percy continued to debate the legality of the ceremony with Girlyswot , Kate and Nic. Or rather, Percy was now conceding that Girlyswot had rather neatly closed all of the apparent loopholes.
Setting her cake plate aside with a worried frown, KJ searched for St. Mags in the crowd. That initial look of shock had faded, replaced by an all-too-familiar look in her eyes. St. Margarets was Plotting Something. Merlin only knew what.
KJ decided a drink was definitely in order. She made her way over to the bar that had been set up in the corner and greeted TDU and Young(ish) Albus.
“Whiskey, please. Neat.” She accepted the drink and took a healthy sip, surveying the happy couple over the rim of her glass. Yes, St. Mags was scheming hard to find a way out of this, even as she pasted a smile on her face and looked up at Byron.
Ah, Byron. KJ took another sip as she studied the tall, muscular figure. Claire Fraser had been right, she mused. There was nothing quite like a Highlander in a proper plaid. Just then, Byron glanced up and caught her eye. Cocking an eyebrow, he offered a devilish grin that let her know he was perfectly aware of her train of thought.
KJ laughed, shaking her head as she strode back over to Percy and slipped her hand in his. Yes, she was looking forward to seeing how St. Mags intended to try to get out of this one.
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Setting her cake plate aside with a worried frown, KJ searched for St. Mags in the crowd. That initial look of shock had faded, replaced by an all-too-familiar look in her eyes. St. Margarets was Plotting Something. Merlin only knew what.
KJ decided a drink was definitely in order. She made her way over to the bar that had been set up in the corner and greeted TDU and Young(ish) Albus.
“Whiskey, please. Neat.” She accepted the drink and took a healthy sip, surveying the happy couple over the rim of her glass. Yes, St. Mags was scheming hard to find a way out of this, even as she pasted a smile on her face and looked up at Byron.
Ah, Byron. KJ took another sip as she studied the tall, muscular figure. Claire Fraser had been right, she mused. There was nothing quite like a Highlander in a proper plaid. Just then, Byron glanced up and caught her eye. Cocking an eyebrow, he offered a devilish grin that let her know he was perfectly aware of her train of thought.
KJ laughed, shaking her head as she strode back over to Percy and slipped her hand in his. Yes, she was looking forward to seeing how St. Mags intended to try to get out of this one.