"I still say Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings are better," said Chelsea as she collapsed onto one of the beanbags she had stolen from her house and waited for the computer to beep at an inappropriate moment like it always did. It had been two weeks now since they started at the PPC, and things were becoming very routine.

"Then why aren't you there instead of here?" asked Allie as she sat next to Chelsea.

"Because then I would probably attempt to kill Bellatrix, Umbridge, and Wormtail."

"So I see. . ."

BEEP!

"Well," said Chelsea as she got up, "that wasn't as inappropriate as last time. At least this time I'm fully clothed." Allie tried hard not to laugh as she remembered last time. Last time Chelsea was taking a shower and nearly killed the computer when they got back.

"Ack!" Chelsea looked at the screen, wide-eyed. "It's incomprehensible! I can't understand a word she's typing!" She put a hand to her forehead and went in search of some Bleeprin

Allie sighed and opened the portal. "Are you coming?"

"Just looking for some bleeprin. . .ah-ha!" she pulled out a bottle and ran over to Allie. "Got it." As soon as they stepped through the portal, Chelsea remembered she forgot to ask the disguises Allie had selected for them, but she soon got her answer. . .

"Allie! What did you do!?"

"You're my Dæmon now," Allie said with a grin as she picked up parrot-Chelsea and set her on her shoulder. "Now stay there." They blended into the shadows and watched the girl from the other side of the room.

Shami looks out the window at the glittering snow, sighing with longing to be out in the sun. Not cooped up waiting to speak with the witch consul, sighing Shami turns on the couch to face into the lavish room.

"Well, there's the first charge right there," said Allie as she looked for the bleeprin Chelsea brought, "really bad use of grammar."

"Ok," said Chelsea, "so far we've got Shami and sighing Shami. Am I forgetting anyone?"

"Nope, I think you've got it."

Presently the sounds of a door clicking as the knob is turned, and out walk the Consul with two other people, an elderly looking man, and a little girl. I notice the girl immediately for her bright blonde hair, blinking as her daemon changes into a large mountain cat I lock eyes with the Consul and he briefly motions for me to move into the back room, which serves as his office. I obediently enter leaving the threesome to their farewells, feeling the sharp eyes of the little girl on my back the whole time.

"Did we just go from third person to first person or something?" asked Chelsea as they both walked down the hall into the room with the Mary-Sue.

"'Randomly changing perspectives.' I'll add it to the charge list."

"Also, we seemed to have created a new species; the Deamons!"

"Actually, so far they've appeared in every fic we've been in."

"Oh yeah! Sorry; Dory memory."  

"Yeah, I know."

"Tell me she gave you the creeps to," Shami asks Marriow standing awarded in the room.

"Yes but those eyes see things we would probably never even think about," she answers changing into a Meadow Lark and perching respectfully on my shoulder.

"Again with the random changing perspectives!" Allie whispered so as not to attract the Sue's attention.

"And how do you stand awarded in a room?"

"I don't know. . ."

"Want to skip the meeting? It's a little boring."

"Fine with me." Allie opened a portal and stepped through onto a street next to a café where the Mary-Sue would soon appear.

"What'd we miss?" Chelsea asked.

"Nothing much," replied Allie. "The Mary-Sue's Dæmon can still change and she's a witch. Nothing major but we can add the Dæmon thing to the charge list."

A tall teenaged girl with thick dark hair, and darker eyes, walks over to a café with several of the Gypitan people standing in front of it. Boldly she walks up to the group smiling sweetly as she possibly can. "Can you any of you tell me who I would talk to join your party?" the girl Shami asks.

The men look at her, smiles cross a few of their faces. "We are taking no woman on this track with us. So sorry there is no employment here for you," one of the men says.

"I thought they did take women. Or am I just confusing myself?"

"Chelsea, you need to re-read the books."

"As soon as I'm done re-reading Lord of the Rings and re-re-re (ect.)-reading Harry Potter."

"Discworld?"

"Oh yeah! That too."

"Please sir, I have navigation and fighting skills. I can bring my own supplies if that is the concern," Shami answers. Her daemon slipping out of her jacket, changing into her Favorite form of a large white spotted cat, and landing neatly on the ground. She smiles as the men's attention turns to her, as they sense that something is different about this girl.

"Very different, as she does not belong in the canon of the story," commented Allie dryly.

"I can kill her now if you want me to."

"What are you going to do? Peck her to death?"

"Sounds like a plan."

Allie looked at the words for any possible canon breaches from now to the end of the story and sighed, "Go ahead then."

Chelsea let out a happy squawk and dived at the 'Sue.

"Get this wretched bird off me!" Shami screamed, trying to shoo her away, but it didn't work. Allie, after watching for a few minutes, began to charge the Sue, as the out-of-character Gyptians were looking ready to come to Shami's aid

"Shami, you are charged with being a Mary-Sue, using very poor grammar, changing perspectives way too quickly for anyone to understand what you're even talking about, trying to interfere with the canon and giving me a head-ache. Now, Chelsea, stop. I have a better plan for her." An evil grin flashed across Allie's face as she opened another portal.

~*~*~

"Well that was fun," said Chelsea as she flew out of the portal and became human again with a painful meeting of the ground, Allie following behind her.

"Oh yes, I think the Specters were very happy, though I didn't actually think that Mary-Sues had a soul."

~*~*~

Chelsea's A/N What a great ending for our 'wonderful' Mary-Sue. I had to actually comprehend what exactly the author was saying before I wrote this. Can any of you possible decipher what she's saying? Oh well, whatever. Anyway! Hope you all liked it; next chapter will come as soon as Allie and I can get to it. TTFN, Ta Ta For Now!

Allie's A/N~ Whoohoo! Another Mary- Sue down, only about s million to go! what fun! This chap was pretty much little (emphasis on little, lol. j/k Chels) miss Chelsea's doings because she had quite a bit of time to be writing after a not-so-friendly encounter with a chair that she just happened to loose in. . . so, yeah, props to Chelsea, hope your head feels better btw. . . bye for now y'all! = D

Chelsea's 2nd A/N Oh yeah, the encounter with the chair. Well, you see, I tried to jump over the back of the chair and met the floor face first. Concussions hurt. . .ouch. . .