We've been on the journey for quite a while. It begins back at
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
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"Oh my Lord," Jo said, hopping nimbly down from the Magical Mystery Tour Bus with blue / green / grey-eyed Charlie. Who could ever really tell on TV? "We'd better find Pye."
"I'll check the bus, in case there are injuries." Charlie unholstered his gun, superfluously, as he did a rolling dive back onto the bus.
Two minutes later, Jo and Pye were standing over the Maserati, looking worried.
"What do you think, Augustus? Is there anything you can do?"
"Absolutely," he replied. "These are non-magical injuries - my specialty."
"I was talking about the car, actually," mumbled Jo, slightly embarrassed, dabbing a wet cloth vaguely in the direction of Will's bleeding temple.
"Oh no, you don't." Ginny Potter snarled, as she climbed down from the cab of the bus. "Get that rubbish Healer away from those two. I remember what he did to my dad, when he was bitten by that bloody snake!"
"I assure you, Mrs Potter, that was a purely experimental treatment. The methodology was sound, and your father was never in any danger of losing his life!"
At that moment, Charlie landed athletically beside them. "All present and accounted for!" he announced. "Thanks to Mrs Potter's excellent driving, most people are still sleeping. Maybe I should have given my car to her."
Pye had taken the opportunity of the interruption to swiftly heal Moonette and Will's injuries.
"Ow!" yelled Moonette, as he set her leg. "That hurt!"
"Oh, all right then," Ginny Potter said, resigning herself to the fact that Pye was an excellent Healer, as well bearing a somewhat unsettling resemblance to one of the doctors in that old Muggle show her Auntie Muriel had insisted on showing on repeat while Ginny had been stuck staying at her house. Doug Ross, that was the name. "I suppose I'd better sort out the rest of this mess."
With a few well-placed and highly-skilled Reparos, the bus and the Maserati were quickly back on the road. Within an hour, the convoy was taking the Archway exit off the North Circular and chugging into central London along Holloway Road, which was refreshingly clear, thanks to it being a Sunday.
Half an hour later, they pulled up outside Browns hotel, miraculously finding a parking space that would take two large vehicles with ease.
Will was still a bit hazy about the whole thing, but as Jo didn't really know him, she left well alone, sure that the tea party would provide ample opportunity for further flangst from the experts. She was much better off sticking to gen with a side order of UST.
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Now Grandma Kate can hustle everyone into the hotel for tea.
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So many hawt Doctors...so little time.
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