A/N: Hello everyone! Yes I'm back already because evidently these nerds decided that this story needed to be 4-5 chapters and Thanksgiving is in 2 days, so we're in a rush here. Meet the magics today! Enjoy!

Thanksgiving came, and the Librarians rushed around the Annex, disguising artifacts and setting the conference table.

"Jones!" Flynn called. "You got the last of those artifacts?!"

"Just a few more left," Ezekiel replied, jogging past Flynn in a hurry. "And don't worry…I didn't steal any of the gold coins."

Ezekiel gave them a wink and jogged out of the room, leaving Flynn to shake his head and Jake and Cassandra to roll their eyes.

"Remind me again why we let him handle putting away the priceless artifacts?" Jake scoffed.

"Because he refused to help with covering the book titles." Cassandra replied, shoving another book into his hand. The two Librarians had been hard at work all morning, placing paper covers over the books with magical titles, just in case Baird's parents cared to go snooping.

"Cassandra!" Flynn called. "When you're ready I need you to get on that cloaking spell."

"Way ahead of you!" the redheaded Librarian replied, jogging out from behind her work table in a brown dress, petticoat and Victorian-style heels. "Give me ten minutes! I just gotta go find Merlin's Remedial Sorcery Book."

With that she was out the back hallway, passing by Baird, who was just walking in.

"Alright Flynn," she said. "I gotta go pick my parents up at the airport. You sure you're okay to handle things here?"

"Eve," Flynn assured her. "I got this. It's gonna be perfect: I promise."

"Alright," she sighed, leaning up on her tiptoes to give him a kiss before starting out the door, but she didn't make it for before turning back.

"And don't forget…."

"We've got it Eve!" Flynn said. "Just go get your parents and relax. Everything'll be ready when you get here!"

Eve looked hesitant, but soon walked out. She'd barely been gone a minute when Ezekiel walked in carrying a bottle of champagne and four plastic glasses.

"Alright!" he said, setting it all down on the table. "When the guardian's away, the Librarians will play! Let's toast what an epic night is gonna be!"

Cassandra returned at the same time carrying her book and placed it down before jogging over to join Jake at the conference table. Both of them smiled, but Flynn quickly intercepted.

"No," he began, picking up the glasses and stacking them under his arm. "No no no no no no….no."

With his final word he grabbed the champagne bottle from a confused-looking Ezekiel, and turned to the now pouting trio of Librarians.

"Come on mate!" Ezekiel complained.

"Yeah," Cassandra said, trying and failing to sound cool. "You always seem to like to cut it loose. What's the harm in a little bubbly?"

"Nobody's cutting anything loose, or toasting, or bubbling," Flynn said. "What you are all gonna do is help me set this table, because the magical figureheads should start arriving soon, and we need to be ready to relay the plan to them."

There was a moment of silence and Flynn let out a firm exhale before continuing.

"Now," he said. "I'm going to handle the tablecloths, you all meet Jenkins in the kitchen and start bringing out plates."

The Librarians turned quietly and went on their way.

"Wow," Jake whispered to Cassandra. "Meetin' the parents has turned him into a real stiff."

The redhead giggled and Flynn turned towards them.

"I heard that!" he scolded.

They quickened their pace and before he could say anything else they were gone. He put his head in his hand and rubbed his temple; this was going to be a long day.

An hour later, Flynn, Jenkins and the other Librarians sat around the Annex conference table with twenty different magics and their guests, reviewing everything they'd already gone over that day.

"Okay so…" Flynn said. "Everyone: Number one rule: no mention of magic."

A chorus of fervent objections filled the room.

"But we're Fae," Ariel said, pointing to Lady Sylalandria, TinkerBelle and the Tooth Fairy next to her. "Magic is kinda entirely how we operate."

"Magic is literally how we're living right now considering we're not in water," The head Lady of the Lake added, and her two companions nodded their head in agreement.

"This is not what the intercession is meant to be," Sir Drake growled.

Not long after his comment, the chorus got louder, until no one in the room could hear a word.

"Enough!" Jenkins shouted, his voice booming and silencing everyone. "Now I'm aware this isn't optimal, and it's certainly going to be a different intercession than any one we had. But for all this Library does for you, I think you could all serve to show just a little bit of courtesy."

"I just don't understand how we're supposed to talk business or upkeep! I mean isn't that what these intercessions are supposed to be all about?" someone else added.

"It's a holiday Ronald," the British Minister for Magic countered, turning to her husband.

"Not where we're from Hermione. This is just another dinner that we have to go to once a year."

"You're not at all required to join me you know…"

"Stop!" Jenkins exclaimed again. "Every one of you stop! For the love of all that is good and worth protecting in this world I beg you, listen to Mr. Carsen, or one of you may very well violate the secrecy of magic tonight."

Reluctantly, the group quieted, and Jenkins nodded at Flynn to continue. He took a deep breath and then began relaying instructions.

"As I said before," he started. "No talk of magic, whatsoever. If it comes up, pretend it's a book or a joke and move on. Santa, I need you to go by Nick and to please avoid speaking about yourself in the third person."

"Santa can do that." Santa said. "Santa is excited to meet Colonel Baird's parents, because Santa knows what a wonderful name they…."

Santa was midsentence when he noticed Flynn and Jenkins glaring at him, and he realized his mistake.

"Sorry." he said.

"Dabra," Flynn continued. "No talk of drowning the world in blood."

"Only if there's no need to." Dabra snapped.

"No," Flynn lamented. "No talk at all."

Dabra was about to say something else, but Flynn ignored him and moved on.

"Ladies of the Lake no speaking in poetry; ladies of the Fae legions please keep your hair over your ears for safekeeping; Frankenstein's Creature your name is Michael and speak in modern English not old- look to one of us if you need help; and lady Syl if you try to make an advance on General Baird I cannot promise that you will not end up in an American Federal prison."

Before Lady Syl could object, Flynn's phone rang from his pocket.

"Excuse me," he said, getting up. "It's Eve I should take this."

While Flynn was out, the other Librarians took over, led by Cassandra, who stood confidently in front of the group.

"Okay everyone," she said. "Now remember: Colonel Baird's parents might ask you some questions about yourselves and you have to have some prepared answers."

"We've given you all index cards that give you name changes if needed as well as careers, locations, brief histories and relations to all of us." Jake said.

"So let's start rehearsing some of the conversations that might come up shall we?"

"Lady Sylalandria," Ezekiel said. "What line of work are you in?"

Before anyone said anything else, Flynn came running back into the room, panting.

"Slight hiccup," he said breathily. "Baird's sister and niece are here."

"WHAT?" the Librarians and Jenkins exclaimed.

"I didn't even know she had a sister!" Ezekiel yelled.

"Never mind that!" Flynn said. "Just go and get two more place settings go, go they'll be here soon."

A/N: Thanks for all your love and support as always, see you tomorrow when its time to finally meet Eve's family! 3