Moonette's Birthday Magical Mystery Tour II

[grandma_kate]

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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[moonette1]

Moonette stood with Will kneeling before her in the peat of a Scottish meadow/bog/wherever they were, and she ran her hands through Will’s thick, dreamy hair as he bent to kiss her thigh. But wait! As she ran her fingers through the touch of gray at the temples, white powder came off into her hand and the gray disappeared. Moonette bent over and took a closer look at “Will’s” back. No back scar from the Quidditch injury. Her stomach turned cold. She eased her calf out of the man’s hands and stood, wondering what she should do.

When he moved towards her again, she backed away and told him, “You’re not Will!”

“What? Come now, lass - you dinna ken what you’re talking about.”
He reached for her arm, and she gave him a swift kick to the side of the head. He fell back into the peat, and moonette ran. She scanned the horizon and saw a castle off to the left. She ran as fast as her stilettos would let her in the boggy meadow, which wasn’t very fast. As she ran, her broken leg began to throb, and the throbs turned into sharp spikes of pain. What was with that Healer Pye? Couldn’t he even set a fractured leg properly? It must have been his looks which had gotten him through Healer School.

She ran, and heard him scrabbling behind her. “You’ll never outrun me, woman - your leg’s broken!”

She ran faster, cursing her stilettos for the first time in her life. Finally, the castle seemed closer. Hopefully she would make it there before her leg stopped supporting her. As she approached the old stone structure, she saw a man standing before it, shirtless, his back to her, in a kilt. The spread of his broad shoulders and the narrow waist reminded her of Postcard Man. Hopefully he was real and not two dimensional, because he needed to save her.

He turned as she approached, and what little breath she had left escaped her. Good God, he was just as gorgeous as her imagination had suspected for all of these months spent staring at his back.

His hazel eyes widened. “What’s wrong, lass?”

Her leg gave way right then. “Please help me! Someone’s chasing me. And I'm supposed to be at the hotel for high tea. And my leg…”

[stmargarets]

LOL - poor Will was a clone! Well that happens when I travel with so many in my Trunk o' Hunks - they get jumbled up. I guess the real Will is on his way to Australia with his ex-wife Mary.

LOL - Augustus Pye getting through Healers school on his looks alone. I'm sure Postcard Man will be able to help. Fisticuffs with two barechested Scots would also be a nice touch. (She added helpfully)

[moonette1]

NO! Will is NOT off to Australia with Mary! He's here somewhere, damnit, and I get to have a flangsty reunion with him! I think it has to do with the magical blue light in the Maserati. Someone switched with him then.

[grandma_kate]

'Let's look sharp, ladies!' announced Kate, looking with distain at the frowsy-haired passengers. 'Think of the colour tea dress you'd like us to outfit you with.'

Kate and Molly waved their wands and the women passengers became suitably attired. All but TDU wore high heels.

"We'll have to do something about their hair,' said Molly in a stage whisper. 'Lady Whizbee's will do because her hair is on automatic fluffing, but what do you say we give the rest of them a simple Marcel and small hats?;'

St Margarets was frantically trying to change her lovely Aubergine ruffled tea dress back to slacks and a turtle neck, but as long as she was wearing the 24 inch rope of pearls, she was stuck with the calf-ength dress.

'Do all of you gentleman know how to tie your own tie?' asked Kate. 'Uniforms are acceptable but not surgical scrubs or sweat suits with big triangles on the chest.'

The grand piano swelled. 'Albus, perhaps you could engorge some of the smaller rooms, We seem to have about 300 more guests than reservations.' Kate began calculating how much the total bill plus tips would be. She realized that it would be better to pay in Galleons than Pounds.

'Now where is our birthday girl?' asked Molly. 'Weren't she and Healer Woods following us in that engorged Hot Wheel car that crashed into the back of the bus?'

Cries of, "We must search the bus!' were followed by, 'Healer Wood is in bad shape. He was bound back-to-back with his former wife.' The young Dr McCoy, the older and wiser Dr McCoy, and a very handsome man with a killer smile all ran to tend to Healer Wood. No one paid any attention to Mary.

The music from the Baby Grand became more insistent. Molly and Kate, looking rather like a double dose of the Queen Mum in her prime, swept into Brown's Tea Room. "Lest we lose our reservations.'