A/N: At first this was supposed to be a fluff piece, but it's taking on a
life of its own.
Chapter 3: Small villages hold no strangers
"Whom are you going to see, again," Ramsey said over his shoulder to the girls. They could see the village in the distance.
"Mr. Douglas Tavish," Bronwyn answered, not elaborating any further.
Ramsey shot Oliver look, both recognizing the name of the local muggle solicitor married to witch, whose grandchildren they went to Hogwarts with.
."So how long are you in our beautiful country," Oliver asked now walking backwards looking at Ceridwyn.
"We're here for a yea.." Cera started to say but was interrupted by Bronwyn hastily replying, "We've not yet decided." Both girls were now giving each other looks, Oliver observing them all the while.
"Well I hope you make the most of your stay," Oliver grinned widely at Cera. Ceridwyn blushed and turned her head.
"So this is Brollyton," Bronwyn said looking around curiously.
"Yep," Oliver replied, "Not much to it. Not like the States I suppose."
"You'd be surprised some things in America," Cera commented. "Not all of it is a metropolis."
"Well, here is Mr. Tavish's office," Ramsey said opening the door for the girls.
"What do we have here," yelled a man from the hallway. He was tall, stocky, wearing a black suit with a gray tie, and looked to be about 80 years old.
"Hello Mr. Tavish, how are you doing," Ramsey asked the old man.
"Never better, Ramsey Wood. How's the old man doing?" Douglas Tavish asked.
"Their vacationing in Aruba," Oliver answered, "Grandda says he's fallen in love with the young girls there.but that's just talk. Grandmum would kill him."
"Your grandmother always did keep a tight lease on him," Tavish heartily laughed. "She'll keep him on the straight and narrow. How long are they gone for?"
"Oh, they're scheduled to be gone for at least another month. They want to stop in Florida and go to Disney World. Can you imagine two people their age going to Disney World?" Ramsey asked as if baffled by the idea.
"Ohh, leave them alone lad, they're only having fun. That's what old age is for," Tavish replied. "And who are these two beautiful young ladies?" he asked looking at the two young strangers.
"Hello, I am Bronwyn MacAllister," Bryn answered and pointed to her sister, "and this is my sister Ceridwyn MacAllister. I believe we spoke on the telephone."
"Ahhh, yes.." Tavish said. "How did you meet up with these two blokes," he asked curiously.
"Well, our car broke down about five miles from town. We were hiking and came across these two gentleman and they escorted us to the village," Ceridwyn explained.
"Would you like us to take care of your car," Ramsey asked.
"Ohh no, I'll send Duncan MacLeod. He'll know what to do. " Tavish said staring at Ramsey and Oliver. He knew they knew absolutely nothing about vehicles, including how to start them. "Duncan is the village mechanic." Tavish told the girls.
"Thank you for all the help," Bronwyn said holding out her hand to Ramsey and Oliver. Ceridwyn did the same. Oliver held on a little longer than necessary.
"It was our pleasure," Oliver happily replied.
"Hoped to see you in town again, until then," Ramsey said and started toward the doorway with his brother.
Douglas Tavish and the girls could here Ramsey say to his brother on the way out in a disgusted voice, "Could you be a little more obvious." Tavish laughed and motioned for the girls to follow him into his office.
"So what are our two lovely American visitors doing with Mr. Tavish," Ramsey Wood said wonderingly to his brother as they walked toward the woods by the edge of town.
"Bronwyn MacAllister didn't want us to know much information, did she," Oliver replied. "Maybe next time we meet, I'll try to talk to that Ceridwyn alone. She seems a little more chatty"
"Talk, hah!" Ramsey chortled, "I know what you want to do with the girl."
"Like you didn't think of it yourself, I saw you looking at the other one. Though she seems sorta standoffish for my taste," Oliver spoke.
"You mean you actually noticed there was another girl there," Ramsey jokingly replied. As they safely reached the trees, the Wood brothers transfigured their stuff to its original shape.
"Ha, ha, ha," Oliver sarcastically uttered, "Very funny. But your right, something odd is going on. Are you sure they're muggles?" he continued inquiringly.
"They have to be. You saw their reaction to the brooms. We did what was appropriate," Ramsey said referring to the Memory Charm they performed on the girls.
However in the back of his mind Ramsey was beginning to doubt his first assumptions. They had to be muggles! "Obviously," he thought to himself as they flew home on their brooms, "If it walked like a muggle, and talked like a muggle, chances were."
Chapter 3: Small villages hold no strangers
"Whom are you going to see, again," Ramsey said over his shoulder to the girls. They could see the village in the distance.
"Mr. Douglas Tavish," Bronwyn answered, not elaborating any further.
Ramsey shot Oliver look, both recognizing the name of the local muggle solicitor married to witch, whose grandchildren they went to Hogwarts with.
."So how long are you in our beautiful country," Oliver asked now walking backwards looking at Ceridwyn.
"We're here for a yea.." Cera started to say but was interrupted by Bronwyn hastily replying, "We've not yet decided." Both girls were now giving each other looks, Oliver observing them all the while.
"Well I hope you make the most of your stay," Oliver grinned widely at Cera. Ceridwyn blushed and turned her head.
"So this is Brollyton," Bronwyn said looking around curiously.
"Yep," Oliver replied, "Not much to it. Not like the States I suppose."
"You'd be surprised some things in America," Cera commented. "Not all of it is a metropolis."
"Well, here is Mr. Tavish's office," Ramsey said opening the door for the girls.
"What do we have here," yelled a man from the hallway. He was tall, stocky, wearing a black suit with a gray tie, and looked to be about 80 years old.
"Hello Mr. Tavish, how are you doing," Ramsey asked the old man.
"Never better, Ramsey Wood. How's the old man doing?" Douglas Tavish asked.
"Their vacationing in Aruba," Oliver answered, "Grandda says he's fallen in love with the young girls there.but that's just talk. Grandmum would kill him."
"Your grandmother always did keep a tight lease on him," Tavish heartily laughed. "She'll keep him on the straight and narrow. How long are they gone for?"
"Oh, they're scheduled to be gone for at least another month. They want to stop in Florida and go to Disney World. Can you imagine two people their age going to Disney World?" Ramsey asked as if baffled by the idea.
"Ohh, leave them alone lad, they're only having fun. That's what old age is for," Tavish replied. "And who are these two beautiful young ladies?" he asked looking at the two young strangers.
"Hello, I am Bronwyn MacAllister," Bryn answered and pointed to her sister, "and this is my sister Ceridwyn MacAllister. I believe we spoke on the telephone."
"Ahhh, yes.." Tavish said. "How did you meet up with these two blokes," he asked curiously.
"Well, our car broke down about five miles from town. We were hiking and came across these two gentleman and they escorted us to the village," Ceridwyn explained.
"Would you like us to take care of your car," Ramsey asked.
"Ohh no, I'll send Duncan MacLeod. He'll know what to do. " Tavish said staring at Ramsey and Oliver. He knew they knew absolutely nothing about vehicles, including how to start them. "Duncan is the village mechanic." Tavish told the girls.
"Thank you for all the help," Bronwyn said holding out her hand to Ramsey and Oliver. Ceridwyn did the same. Oliver held on a little longer than necessary.
"It was our pleasure," Oliver happily replied.
"Hoped to see you in town again, until then," Ramsey said and started toward the doorway with his brother.
Douglas Tavish and the girls could here Ramsey say to his brother on the way out in a disgusted voice, "Could you be a little more obvious." Tavish laughed and motioned for the girls to follow him into his office.
"So what are our two lovely American visitors doing with Mr. Tavish," Ramsey Wood said wonderingly to his brother as they walked toward the woods by the edge of town.
"Bronwyn MacAllister didn't want us to know much information, did she," Oliver replied. "Maybe next time we meet, I'll try to talk to that Ceridwyn alone. She seems a little more chatty"
"Talk, hah!" Ramsey chortled, "I know what you want to do with the girl."
"Like you didn't think of it yourself, I saw you looking at the other one. Though she seems sorta standoffish for my taste," Oliver spoke.
"You mean you actually noticed there was another girl there," Ramsey jokingly replied. As they safely reached the trees, the Wood brothers transfigured their stuff to its original shape.
"Ha, ha, ha," Oliver sarcastically uttered, "Very funny. But your right, something odd is going on. Are you sure they're muggles?" he continued inquiringly.
"They have to be. You saw their reaction to the brooms. We did what was appropriate," Ramsey said referring to the Memory Charm they performed on the girls.
However in the back of his mind Ramsey was beginning to doubt his first assumptions. They had to be muggles! "Obviously," he thought to himself as they flew home on their brooms, "If it walked like a muggle, and talked like a muggle, chances were."
