Moonette's Birthday Magical Mystery Tour II
We've been on the journey for quite a while. It begins back at
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The Actual Party Begins...As some of us may remember, the plans were to have an angsty Quidditch Match at Hogwarts, explore an island in the Hebrides (said to contain Magical ( Read more... )
http://grandma-kate.livejournal.com/68544.html
The Actual Party Begins...As some of us may remember, the plans were to have an angsty Quidditch Match at Hogwarts, explore an island in the Hebrides (said to contain Magical ( Read more... )
“TDU! We have to ration that! It’s Sunday on the Isle of Lewis - there’s no way we’re going to be able to buy liquor - or much of anything - today. I’ve actually been here before and I can tell you that it’s a very conservative place and we’re going to stick out like a sore thumb.”
TDU shrugged, unconcerned. Ginny had transfigured the bus into a low, peat smoke-stained stone cottage. If Draco would put some trousers on then perhaps they could pass as a group of Americans who didn’t know how to dress - that was an everyday occurrence in the touristy areas. “Grandma Kate and Molly are dressing the 300 for high tea right now. And don’t worry about the drinks cart,” she added more to reassure herself rather than St. Mags. “Albus says he has connections and he’ll be stocked up again in no time.”
“High tea? Did I sleep all day?” St. Mags set up in alarm.
“Day, night?” TDU took a fortifying slug of scotch. “You know how these parties go. You were gone a long time, though.”
St. Mags looked into the TeeVee Grandma Kate had thoughtfully provided for each guest. “Nothing’s happened! Look at moonette! How fluffy is that? She drove - to an island *eye roll * with Will. Yes, there were injuries, but -“ St. Mags thoughtfully pulled on her turtleneck. Moonette had been resisting the flangst from the onset. It wasn’t that moonette liked fluff - it was that moonette was CONTRARY. The poor dear couldn’t enjoy her own drama because her immediate reaction was to resist everything that was happening around her. Yes, this often led to drama - but in this case, it was leading moonette straight into fluff.
“TDU.”
TDU looked wistfully at the bottom of the empty glass and turned her attention to St. Mags. “What?”
“This will be the worst birthday ever if moonette writes herself into fluff.”
“It will be her own fault if she does,” TDU said, wrapping her Gabriella DuSult signature scarf around her neck. “I can’t fathom how that woman thinks.”
St. Mags looked at her Trunk o’ Hunks. “Scarily, I do know how she thinks.” She squared her shoulders. It was time for a plot.
“TDU, I hope you can wrap everything up over at the hotel with Grandma Kate and Molly. Tell Mary, Will’s ex, that this is NOT a reality tv show called Cougars Caper. The hunks are off limits and she should go back home.”
“She won’t believe me.”
“Get Albus to Confound her. Better yet, have Hermione do it.”
“I don’t want that woman in Australia with me. You writers are always sending the loose plot threads to Australia and I’m tired of it.”
“Hello? We’ll stuff her pockets full of cheese, eggs, plant samples and cloned mice. She’ll have to marry one of the customs officials if she ever wants to have a man again.”
TDU nodded. That might just work - especially if she had lavender in her case.
“Can you take care of Draco and the Chris Dane Owen and all of that?”
TDU nodded and crossed her fingers behind her back. She had never been part of the plot (except for burning down fabric stores) and she wasn’t going to start now.
St. Mags turned her back on TDU and ignored the sound of more scotch splashing in the glass. She had work to do.
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You don't know how true that's becomming. I just finished another one (in different colors) that I'm planning on giving my mother for Christmas, and I plan to make several more for the women in my family this year.
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LOL, have you nailed it with your psychoanalysis? Am I really contrary? :D
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Or the truth???
Hmmm.
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