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]

This is QUICK, because I have to run to church with the family.

The three dimensional postcard man carried Moonette into the castle and grabbed a phone. Turned out he’s a constable with the local law enforcement. And it also turned out that Will Wood was at the police station, asking for a search party to be sent out for Moonette. And finally, it also turned out that three dimensional post card man - heretofore known as 3DPCM, had a strange attraction to women in turtlenecks. So to wrap up a weird plot turn (yes, even Moonette makes missteps once in a while in her stilettos), 3DPCM took Moonette to the police station (do they even call them that in Scotland?) to meet Will (who also could heal her leg) and then they took 3DPCM with them to the Brown Hotel.
Any questions?

[grandma_kate]

Grandma Kate approached the maitre'd and announced that the Wallace party was mostly assembled

[gabrielladusult]

Didn't we have enough "Shine" at the Quidditch match?

I hope everyone knows I was spending my quality time with the younger McCoy.

[grandma_kate]

That wouldn't stop the old Bones from noticing you.

My baseball guys are playing in San Diego this afternoon, but I will check back in later to be sure that "All's Well That Ends Well'.

[ex_jo_blogs]

Jo and Charlie relaxed in their private alcove at Brown's hotel, sipping tea and nibbling on cucumber sandwiches. Jo had successfully resisted a semi-permanent wave with Charlie's help (even the formidable Molly Weasley was no match for a handsome red-haired man with 241 scars) and sneakily exchanged her heels for the comfy ballet pumps she'd been wearing since she'd arrived at the party. She had, however, conceded to a sage-green silk tea dress, at Kate's insistence. Charlie was not in uniform. As an LAPD detective with a 50 million dollar settlement, he was fitting in with the dress code just fine in his Armani suit.

Jo was wondering idly if it might be about time to take advantage of the curtained section of the Ladies cloakroom she'd read about in Clement's review, when her attention was caught by a fresh-faced, yet mature, woman with silky blonde hair. She looked very familiar. American, clearly, but definitely not one of the party guests. Oh bugger, she thought, just managing to suppress a gasp of recognition. It was Charlie's

[ex_jo_blogs]

"Gus? May I sit here?" Jo didn't wait, perching on an uncomfortable and extremely low footstool - the only seating available in Pye's inferior alcove

[ex_jo_blogs]

She thought about it now

[stmargarets]

himbo

LOL - that's a new one on me!

Aware that her biggest failing as a writer was a reluctance to cause pain to her characters, Jo pressed on remorselessly.

My problem, too. Poor George Clooney Gus - his heart must be breaking. And that omnipotent narrator voice! Poor character couldn't do a thing but obey.

Lovely flangst - moonette will be pleased.

[lttdcn]

"There! Brown's Tea Room!"

"I see it," Napier growled and aimed the Nonpareille at the revolving doors.

"Er, Nape?" Hazel yelped as the ground grew alarmingly close alarmingly fast. She needn't have worried. Napier timed their passage through with precision, pulled up so that she slid off the back and handed the broom to the waiting liveried footman.

"Which way for t'Wallace party?"

The footman actually took a step back and indicated with a rather limp gesture that elicted another growl from the werewolf. They passed the alcoves where the 300 were stuffing their faces. It would take many hours on the training field to work that off. Hazel picked out various faces she knew and waved but no one appeared to notice her. "There's a free table," she said and caught Napier's hand to point it out. Being a man/werewolf of few words, Napier changed direction mid-stride and limped across to lay claim. The first thing he did once seated was to lift the teapot lid and check the strength of the brew

[grandma_kate]

Kate hated to ask Albus to cast another of the spells that made time run more slowly, but there was nothing else that she could think of to do to stall until Moonette and Will arrived. Molly said that even the ears of witches and wizards could stand only so much of that caterwauling blond man who fancied himself a singer

[stmargarets]

Time to put Silencio on Shine. Maybe the 300 can work off some calories and run them out of the tea room. Everyone will just think it's another one of those Austin Powers/Borat type movies. You know, I don't think we've ever had a parade at one of our birthday parties!

[stmargarets]

LOL - leather tea dress. That will be newest fashion.

hours on the training field to work that off.

I was thinking the same thing. Leonidas will have to give them double drills or lead them on an assault or something.

[amamama]

Amamama stepped out of Seonaidh's cave, hand in hand with Bill, both laughing like mad

[amamama]

And with that I have to leave you for tonight. I look forward to reading whatever mayhem you come up with while I sleep!

[moonette1]

Ack, Father's Day has been busy here, and we're off to my parents' house now. I hope everyone doesn't mind the leisurely pace of this. I'm having a great time, but unfortunately haven't had as much time to write as I'd have liked. I do want to write something with Will tonight, however, and get us back to the tea. Is that okay? I'll try not to be contrary, I promise!