Hi friends,
I'm sure you are all aware that dear
amamama's birthday is January 27?
I'm inviting each of you to accompany us on a very special shopping spree in which we each shop for and buy
amamama a special birthday present of our choice
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“Yes, George. He’s the character who has been in all of my novel-length stories.”
“All of them?” Harry asked.
“Yes, all of them. I realized this when I was trying to figure out how I was going to tie all of this together.”
“Well, let’s send for the little bro. George!” Bill yelled.
George Apparated into the room with Padma.
“Hey,” Ron said. “That’s not Ang-“
“Shh!” Hermione hissed.
St. Mags rolled her eyes. Her (brown-eyed) George was not a tragic figure who was trying to recapture his brother’s life by becoming Fred - he had always been his own person in her stories.
“George, dear,” St. Mags said. “We need wings for Berte’s birthday - and fast.”
“They should be invisible,” Luna insisted.
He raised his eyebrows at the last request, but didn’t say anything.
“George?” St. Mags asked anxiously. She really did have errands to run.
“What’s that Muggle incantation from that movie everyone watches at Christmas?”
Of course! “Every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings.” St. Mags hugged George. “Of course. Berte is an angel. Now I just need a bell.”
She looked around at her characters expectantly. Surely one of them had a bell . . .
They smiled and shrugged and St. Mags realized she had never written a story with a bell in it. Doh!
“Okay,” she said thinking fast. I know a Bel. She’ll whinge about being wakened in the middle of the night - and she’ll point out one line from an American movie isn’t really the cleverest idea for someone from Norway to get the joke, but - “
“We’ll get her,” Harry interrupted. “We’ve been to Australia.”
“So have I!” Hermione pouted.
“If Bel’s been Brit-picking and had some cheap wine, she’s going to be cranky,” Ron said. “Harry’s the one who can handle her.”
“Youngish Albus isn’t afraid of her!” Will called from the kitchen.
Kathleen laughed. “Are you ever going to let him out of there?”
“Not until he’s done scrubbing the floor.”
“I need to write a hero like that,” Kathleen said thoughtfully. “I’m going to call him Gary.”
Charlie tutted.
Within seconds, Harry and Ginny returned with a sleepy-eyed TDU.
“Um, Bel?” St. Mags asked. “I just have a the smallest of favours to ask - see - I put the ‘u’ in there, just for you.”
Bel snorted and looked around at St. Mags’ characters. “Where’s the drinks trolley?”
“Kitchen. But I just have Scotch. No wine.”
Bel sighed. “Let’s get this over with. I don’t even have my knitting with me.”
“Just say ‘ring.’ “
“Ring?”
St. Mags. Looked at Luna. “Well? Did Berte get her wings?”
Luna smiled. “Of course - and they’re invisible.”
“What’s this invisible thing?” Ron asked.
“It’s a line from The Little Prince,” St Mags answered. “And it makes me think of Berte and what a good heart she has and how she touches all of us with it. That’s how I think it’s possible for everyone on her flist to know what an angel she is even though we’re so far away from each other.”
One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.
Happy Birthday, Berte! Love you!
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I love that book.
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I'm high on flist love, this is amazing!
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Forgot to mention the Bel(l)... What do you call that kind of joke? We call'em 'wet' jokes (as opposed to dry wit), and that was one of the wettest I've seen lately. Loved it!
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This is lovely, Mary, of course. I especially like that the wings are invisible. Trust Luna to think of that.
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Well done! I was confused as to what you were on about to begin with - had I been cut down to TD?
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TDU was confused. To the best of her memory there weren't any angels or bells in The Great Escape nor did it sound quite right for The Sound of Music. Maybe Americans watched different films to the Brits at Christmas. If they were lucky, maybe they didn't have to listen to Slade ad nauseum either. She cringed at the memory of Nobby-what's-'is-face screaming out "It's Christmas" in every shop she had visited that Christmas.
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“Hey,” Ron said. “That’s not Ang-“
“Shh!” Hermione hissed.
St. Mags rolled her eyes. Her (brown-eyed) George was not a tragic figure who was trying to recapture his brother’s life by becoming Fred - he had always been his own person in her stories.
Yes, and thank you for not having him show up with Laura Turpin! I think I read a fanfic where Fred died in an accident that only George witnessed and George assumed his identity and place in Angelina's (newly pregnant with Fred's baby) life, because George always loved Angelina too... Ok, now I don't know if I've got the kid's stomach flu or I'm just sick to my stomach.
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