A/N: It will get more interesting further into the story-we promise. How can it not. We have Oliver and Ramsey Wood, in an isolated area, with no distractions.hehe

Chapter 2: Chivalry isn't dead, just lurking in Scotland

"Bryn, did a man just crash in front of us on a broom," Ceridwyn asked as if unable to fathom what just happened.
"Looks that way, Cera," Bronwyn answered her younger sister. "Maybe we shouldn't return to the Rusty Nail," continued Bronwyn, thinking maybe they were hallucinated from the breakfast they had that morning at the hotel they'd stayed at overnight.
Bronwyn and Ceridwyn MacAllister stared at the figure laying in front of them in disbelief. Neither wanting to voice what they had just witnessed.
"Oliver! Are you okay?" another man cried out. Ramsey, ignoring the two girls staring with their mouths open, rushed to his brother who was just regaining consciousness.
"Yeah, just a nasty fall, I wasn't out that long," Oliver replied while trying to sit up. "Oh man, we have trouble," he said pointing the two strangers out to his brother.
Ramsey turned around looking at the women who appeared as if in shock. Right away he realized they were muggles. No witch would react the way these two did.
"Uhhhh, ladies, are you all right," Ramsey asked while trying to remember the Memory charm to perform on the two.
Oliver on the other hand was staring right back at the women, thinking they were the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen. Both women stood at not much over five feet. Right away you could tell they were sisters, but there were many differences. Most noticeably their hair-- one had long locks of fiery reddish gold hair, the other rich chocolate brown tresses.
"Uhm, uhm, uhm," was all that would come out of the brunette's mouth as she stared at the men before her. Before either girl had time to voice any comments, they heard "Obliviate" being uttered from the man that had come running to his friend.

One minute Bronwyn and Ceridwyn were hiking along an old dirt lane, the next minute two strange men appeared from nowhere from the forest beside them. Where they came from, neither had any idea.
"Hello." Bronwyn said to the strangers unable to think of anything else to say.
"Do you need any assistance," the taller of the two men asked in a wonderful accent that the girls were fast becoming used to.
"Hi, my name is Ceridwyn, or Cera, if its easier, and this is my sister Bronwyn," Ceridwyn replied and continued, "Our stupid rental car broke down about two miles down the road. We're supposed to meet a Mr. Tavish in Brollyton-if we ever get there."
Obviously the girls weren't from around the area by the sound of their voices. What two young American women were doing going to a remote Scottish village, was beyond Ramsey's fathoming.
"Well the village is about three miles down the road, nothing for it but to start walking." Oliver informed the girl who asked to be called Cera.
"But that's all we've been doing!" Ceridwyn whined. "Don't you have a cell phone so somebody can pick us up. How did you get out here"
"A what" Ramsey asked strangely then continued, "We walked out here, as any normal person would," believing he had just given a brilliant answer. A silent look passed between the girls.
"Don't complain, Cera. It's not like we can't continue on a little bit more." Bronwyn admonished. "You can call me Bryn and you are." she asked.
"My name is Ramsey Wood and this dolt is my younger brother Oliver," Ramsey answered pointing to Oliver who was staring unabashedly at Cera. Cera on the other hand was trying to act like she wasn't the main exhibition at the zoo.
"Would you like us to carry your bags for you," Oliver asked eagerly as he noticed both women small overnight bags.
"Ohhh.. that would be wonderful. I feel like we've hiked forever with this lodestone." Cera answered, happy to get rid of the cumbersome thing.
"Thank you," Bryn said handing her own bag over the Ramsey who was waiting for it. "Well lets be on our way then."
"Wait a sec, we forgot something," Ramsey said while looking at Oliver and rolling his eyes in the direction of the forest. "How could we forget.we've got to get our stuff." Oliver said immediately catching on. Ramsey and Oliver jogged over into the woods. Luckily they remembered to throw their brooms into the nearby brush before the girls' memories were erased. "What are we going to do," Oliver whispered to Ramsey staring down at the brooms. "We'll have to transfigure the brooms and the quaffle for now. Obviously we can't ride back to the village." Ramsey answered. Unfortunately the Wood brothers weren't as quiet as they thought. For as they were transfiguring their stuff, the MacAllister sisters were out in the open lane having their own conversation. "Did he just say broom," Cera asked her older sister in a low voice. "I think so," Bryn answered, "and quaffle. What the hell is a quaffle?" she said in a baffling voice. "Maybe it's a Scottish thing," Cera replied "Let's hope it's a Scottish thing!" Bryn emphatically retorted. Becoming seriously suspicious of their mysterious rescuers, the girls started forward as soon as the brothers reappeared from the forest with what appeared to be baseball equipment. "What do you have there," Bryn asked inquiringly. "We were having a go at some baseball, as you Americans call it" Ramsey replied smugly, believing they we're covered. "There's an open field an the other side of these trees." "Uhm, I didn't think you Scots played baseball," Cera replied. "It isn't played here normally, but me and Ramsey here like toss the ball around occasionally," Oliver smoothly answered.

So on they hiked toward the village. The Wood brothers leading the way swinging their bats as they went forward, confident in their ruse. Meanwhile the MacAllister sisters followed behind quietly. Each wondering what the hell was going on.