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Grandma Kate had a busy day planned. But who could resist doing what her dear friend crumplehornedki wanted her to do. She just have to be late for her blood test and bill paying. The future of the Wizarding World depended on what she did in the next few minutes.
Grandma Kate and her very close, very dear friend had been visiting with her granddaughter at Stanford after Christmas. On their last day in California, they decided to walk out on the boardwalk by the Palo Alto Nature Interpretive Center after drinking some very nice La Crema Chardonnay at a fundraiser there. Thus it was that they noticed a ice floe floating near the Yacht Club.
'Can you see all the Muggle Confounding Charms surrounding that ice floe?' asked Nic.
'Serious magic at work there,' answered Kate. 'I wonder what it's carrying?'
Nic looked around at the wetlands they were surrounded by and gave a lazy flick of his wand. 'What have we here? A parcel with a clear return address and two recipients?'
'What does it say?' asked curious Kate, peering at it.
'Father Christmas at a Canadian address...' Nic raised his eyebrow. 'I thought he lived in Finland,'
'The boundaries get wonky so far north,' said Kate smugly. 'There's mostly ice anyway. Who is the other recipient?'
''You won't believe it! It's Ros C*****, that's the name girlyswot uses when she's undercover as the meek and mild Bible expert.'
'So this may be something vital to the magical world as we know it,' said Kate breathlessly. A shiver ran through her, and it wasn't from the cold.
'I fear so because the parcel is from the Queen of Fluff herself.'
'How could a parcel from her supreme majesty get lost between Newfoundland and the north of Scotland? And what does the Canadian post office box of Father Christmas have to do with it all? There is something very peculiar about finding it in San Francisco Bay.' Kate was running her wand all over the parcel mumbling Locator Spells.
'Where has it been?' asked Nic with a worried look. 'Can you tell where it was before it got here?'
'It's quite strange,' muttered Kate. 'There's been an extraordinarily long journey without enough postage. I'm surprised that the Canadian Postal Service or the New Zealand Postal authorities didn't toss it in the Nixie Bin. It has never reached the British Isles in a conventional manner.'
'Unconventional transport!' Nic looked confused. 'What makes you say that?'
'Traces of ample bosom essence,' replied Kate using her wand as a high intensity magnifying lens. 'Along with some rare magical cinnamon and house-elf sweat.'
'House-elf sweat?' exclaimed Nic. 'But house-elves don't sweat unless they are...'
'There can be no other explanation.'
'We must get this to Ros C***** without further delay,' said Kate in a very serious tone of voice. 'We'll have to take it with us when we return home. Molly can give it to that son of hers that is so interested in theology. The one who has taken to wearing pink shirts.'
'That's the husky brown-eyed one, isn't it?'
Kate nodded and transformed the grubby parcel into a floppy hat. 'Whee! The serious fluff in this package makes my head spin.'
'It's a good thing we are on our way home tomorrow. How are you going to get this to Ros C**** again?'
'We'll take it to Molly and she can get Charlie to tell her where the Theological Temptress is living now. She does seem to move quite a bit.' Now Kate seemed overwhelmed by the fluffy hat which strangely enough had turned into a twin to the one Auntie Muriel wore to Bill and Fleur's wedding. She was giggling and sighing and walking like she had had too much to drink.
Nic knew he needed help. But who could write the next installment?
Grandma Kate and her very close, very dear friend had been visiting with her granddaughter at Stanford after Christmas. On their last day in California, they decided to walk out on the boardwalk by the Palo Alto Nature Interpretive Center after drinking some very nice La Crema Chardonnay at a fundraiser there. Thus it was that they noticed a ice floe floating near the Yacht Club.
'Can you see all the Muggle Confounding Charms surrounding that ice floe?' asked Nic.
'Serious magic at work there,' answered Kate. 'I wonder what it's carrying?'
Nic looked around at the wetlands they were surrounded by and gave a lazy flick of his wand. 'What have we here? A parcel with a clear return address and two recipients?'
'What does it say?' asked curious Kate, peering at it.
'Father Christmas at a Canadian address...' Nic raised his eyebrow. 'I thought he lived in Finland,'
'The boundaries get wonky so far north,' said Kate smugly. 'There's mostly ice anyway. Who is the other recipient?'
''You won't believe it! It's Ros C*****, that's the name girlyswot uses when she's undercover as the meek and mild Bible expert.'
'So this may be something vital to the magical world as we know it,' said Kate breathlessly. A shiver ran through her, and it wasn't from the cold.
'I fear so because the parcel is from the Queen of Fluff herself.'
'How could a parcel from her supreme majesty get lost between Newfoundland and the north of Scotland? And what does the Canadian post office box of Father Christmas have to do with it all? There is something very peculiar about finding it in San Francisco Bay.' Kate was running her wand all over the parcel mumbling Locator Spells.
'Where has it been?' asked Nic with a worried look. 'Can you tell where it was before it got here?'
'It's quite strange,' muttered Kate. 'There's been an extraordinarily long journey without enough postage. I'm surprised that the Canadian Postal Service or the New Zealand Postal authorities didn't toss it in the Nixie Bin. It has never reached the British Isles in a conventional manner.'
'Unconventional transport!' Nic looked confused. 'What makes you say that?'
'Traces of ample bosom essence,' replied Kate using her wand as a high intensity magnifying lens. 'Along with some rare magical cinnamon and house-elf sweat.'
'House-elf sweat?' exclaimed Nic. 'But house-elves don't sweat unless they are...'
'There can be no other explanation.'
'We must get this to Ros C***** without further delay,' said Kate in a very serious tone of voice. 'We'll have to take it with us when we return home. Molly can give it to that son of hers that is so interested in theology. The one who has taken to wearing pink shirts.'
'That's the husky brown-eyed one, isn't it?'
Kate nodded and transformed the grubby parcel into a floppy hat. 'Whee! The serious fluff in this package makes my head spin.'
'It's a good thing we are on our way home tomorrow. How are you going to get this to Ros C**** again?'
'We'll take it to Molly and she can get Charlie to tell her where the Theological Temptress is living now. She does seem to move quite a bit.' Now Kate seemed overwhelmed by the fluffy hat which strangely enough had turned into a twin to the one Auntie Muriel wore to Bill and Fleur's wedding. She was giggling and sighing and walking like she had had too much to drink.
Nic knew he needed help. But who could write the next installment?