How are we going to stop them?

The room fell silent as the others considered Evan's question thoughtfully. I asked, "Why don't we just have Tom invite Maris over and tell her we're onto her?"

"Still reading those drawing room mysteries, I see," Evan said dryly. He shook his head. "Only in fiction will 'I know you did it!' elicit a confession."

"I'm an Auror, you arse. I've talked Dark wizards into confessions before," I shot back.

"Aided by your wand and a few well-timed hexes, no doubt," he replied.

Remus's grip on my arm kept me from using a hex right then.

"Apologise now, Rosier." Remus's tone was inflexible.

Evan inclined his head. "My apologies. You're not as lily-white as Lupin thinks you are, Tonks, but you aren't the type to resort to hexing to achieve your ends. Regrettably."

Tom said, "I could get more Veritaserum."

"Would Maris drink it, though?" asked Julia.

Tom admitted, "She always declines a glass of wine when she visits."

"We could use an Incarcerous on her and force her to drink it." Evan's tone was coolly matter-of-fact.

I thought of the variation I'd used on Remus and glanced sideways. A little smile was playing at the corners of his mouth. He said, "Coercion should not be necessary."

Evan sneered. "Think she'll drink willingly if you ask politely, is that it, Professor?"

"I would," I whispered to Remus.

He huffed in amusement. "A confession alone is not enough. We need hard evidence."

"Why not ask her for that, too, since the ladies find your gentlemanly façade irresistible?" Evan asked.

I glared. "It isn't a façade!"

Pressed to Remus's side, I could feel his chest shaking. Outwardly composed, he disregarded Evan and said, "No offence, Tom, but to use Veritaserum in this manner is against Ministry regulations. We should be able to discover what we need to know without it."

"How?" Tom asked, wrapping his arm around Julia's shoulders.

"If you were to invite Maris over to discuss the latest blackmail note," Remus said, "Tonks would be able to enter the Warrington home on the pretext of forgetting something and search her room."

"Morphing into Maris is no problem," I said, "But how will I know what she's going to wear?"

Julia asked, "Do you remember what she wore to that meeting?"

"Yeah. Posh suit without a top underneath. Boring shoes."

"If Tom asks her to wear the outfit again, I'm sure she'd jump at the chance," Julia said tartly. Her boyfriend's look of chagrin made her expression lighten. "I know I would," she said softly.

Tom grinned. "I'll hold you to that."

"If we could hold our attention to the matter at hand, I'd appreciate it. I have reports to read for a meeting first thing tomorrow, so I can't stand here all night listening to you lovebirds bill and coo," Evan said.

I smiled at Julia. "Which one of us was billing and which was cooing?"

She snorted. "You always stick me with the bill, so that makes you coo."

"Ha!" I said, "Made you say I'm coo."

She snickered. "I didn't say you were cool."

I waved my hand airily. "Close enough." I looked at Evan. "You were saying?"

"Do you remember the layout of the Warringtons' home?" he asked icily. "Do you know the location of Maris' room or the names of the staff?" He turned to Tom. "Do you?"

Tom and I both said, "No."

"Priscilla and Maris are close friends. We have been guests there on a number of occasions."

"Fabulous," I said. "Tell us and you can go home to read those thrilling reports."

"I'll go home," Evan replied, "but I won't tell you. There is no way you would keep all the names straight. I'm going with you."

"Going as what? Her talking ferret?"

Evan gave a thin-lipped smile. "To think I used to find your cheekiness charming. No, not a ferret, a shadow." He smirked. "I'm quite good with Disillusionment Charms."

"Remus is better."

"The point is moot," Evan said tightly, "but this isn't. Either I go, or no one goes."

I said, "Then I guess—"

"Evan goes," Remus said.

"What?" Julia and I demanded.

"Why?" asked Tom.

"He has a valid concern," said Remus. "Matching descriptions to the staff themselves is chancy at best. Any hesitation or error on Nymphadora's part is likely to cause suspicion."

"Hear the professor, class," Evan drawled.

I ignored him to ask Remus, "You're OK with this?"

"Will it bother you?"

I made a face. "He'll annoy me, nothing else."

Remus's lips curved. "Then it won't bother me, and irritation will only make your impersonation of Maris more convincing."

I sighed. "You're wonderful, do you know that?"

"I'm sure you tell him often," Evan said. "Now, if you and Mr. Wonderful are through canoodling, we can agree on a date and time and be on our way."

I winked at Remus. "Gee, what's canoodling?"

He half smiled. "To canoodle—to kiss and cuddle amorously, to caress, fondle, embrace."

"No relation to cannoli?" I asked, tongue-in-cheek.

"There should be," said Julia, "Italian pastry makes me amorous."

"After the meeting, let's go buy some," Tom said to Julia, waggling his eyebrows.

Evan cleared his throat. "You people can fondle anything you like once I leave."

Tom said, "Point taken, mate. What's on your schedule tomorrow night?"

"Uh…nothing I won't change." Evan appeared disconcerted to be called mate.

"All right, I'll invite Maris to come at seven. Evan, you join Tonks when she approaches the house, search Maris's room and meet the rest of us back here at eight, if that's agreeable with everyone?" Tom asked, looking from person to person.

We all nodded. Evan bid us a quiet good night and left. I jumped up and tugged Remus's hand. "Come on, baby, let's go to my place and canoodle."

"Sure you don't want to stay? There's a bakery a couple of blocks away that sells cannoli," Julia said with an inviting lilt in her voice.

"Be a mate and save me one," I asked with a smile, picking up a handful of Floo power out of the box on the fireplace mantel.

After Remus and I Flooed to my flat, I flung my arms around him, giggling when he said, "You chose canoodling over cannoli. I'm flattered."

I sang a bit of a wizard pop song that came to mind when Evan made the Mr. Wonderful crack, "Hey, Mr. Wonderful, oh, you're irresistible."

When Remus chuckled and drew me toward the sofa, the rest of the chorus echoed in my mind.

Hey, Mr. Wonderful…a miracle to me.

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The next evening, it was a miracle I didn't lose my temper with Evan continually whispering in my ear, urging me to straighten my lapel, walk with shorter strides, and roll my hips more. I'd never seen Maris walk, so I had to take his word. Imagining the smirk on his face made me long to wipe it off with a jinx.

"Less militant posture, more feminine," the critic at my back murmured as we approached the Warrington's home.

"To think I used to find you charming at all," I muttered, allowing my squared shoulders to round a little.

"Better, and I suppose Lupin is charming seven days a week?"

"Eight days a week."

"No such thing."

"For you, maybe," I said loftily, opening the front door as though I were really Maris and had every right.

"Miss Warrington! Did you forget something, miss?" a young housemaid asked. "I'll run up and fetch it for you."

"Gladys, don't thank her," Evan breathed next to my ear.

"I'll fetch it myself, Gladys," I said, walking toward the staircase.

"Almost like old times," my unseen accomplice whispered as he directed me to Maris's room.

I shrugged. Evan had asked me for help on a few occasions when one of his mother's so-called friends nicked an object from their home. Instead of calling Mrs. Crabbe out on her kleptomania, Miranda would ask Evan…who came to me…to retrieve whatever the woman had stolen.

"What is it with Slytherin women and pink?" I asked, glancing around the room. There was pink and white striped wallpaper, a pink rug, pink bedding.

"The same could be said of a Metamorphmagus and every colour in the rainbow."

I rolled my eyes. "Where do you want to look?"

"How ladylike of you to offer…must be Lupin's influence," Evan said. "I'll take the desk. You take the bookshelf and the bedside table."

While I searched the collection of wizard decorating and etiquette guides, I asked, "Why do you keep bringing up Remus being a gentleman? Is it because you aren't one?"

I heard the sound of papers rustling. "I am more a gentleman than he will ever be. I am a pureblood and he is one step up from an animal."

"He's a werewolf, you prejudiced git, and Remus doesn't try to claim the title as a birthright," I said, moving on to search the bedside table. "He earns it by his actions."

"Spare me the schoolgirl gushing over her professor."

Before I could do more than say, "Spare me," the door opened.

"Maris! You came back! You didn't go to him! I can't tell you what this means to me!"

I found myself in the suffocating embrace of a burly wizard. It had to be Boles. Gasping for air, I said, "Let me go!"

"Kiss me first!"

"No!" I said, pushing away. He staggered back. There was a look of such abject misery on the broad, plain face, I said, "Kissing leads to…other things…and I don't have time." I held up a hand when he moved to take me into his arms again. "I need to see Thomas, to see if he suspects anything, that's all."

His lips turned down. "But you don't wear a bra with that suit."

I pulled my collar to the side. "I'm wearing a bra now." Whether or not the real Maris was, I didn't care. I wanted to get all the information I could out of her bodyguard-whatever.

"It's pretty."

I looked down at black satin. "Thanks. It was on sale, half-off." I caught myself and hastily slipped back into character. "That isn't important. What is important," I said, when Boles looked confused, "is secrecy. What are you doing here?"

"I got tired of watching Glenelg gut fish with his fingernails."

I stared. Glenelg sounded like a river troll name to me. Was it the same one we'd encountered before? I asked, "What if he leaves?"

"He'd come back," Boles said earnestly. "He did before when the Ministry let him go. Catch and Release program, what a joke!"

"Heh." I laughed weakly. If we didn't find evidence, we'd have to go another round with the troll who probably didn't remember us too fondly. I watched Boles lumber over to the bed and stretch out. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to wait until you come back and have time for other things," the wizard said with a wide, happy smile that reminded me of the way Jimmy looked at Bubbles.

"You do that," I said, walking to the door.

"Aren't you going to kiss me goodbye?"

I heard a huff of sound. Was Evan silently laughing? I said, "And have Thomas suspect he's not the man I truly want? No. I'll have to postpone that…pleasure."

"Say bye-bye to your Theo-bear then, sweetness."

I didn't have to see Evan to imagine him covering his mouth with a hand. I forced my lips upward. "Bye-bye, Theo-bear."

Outside, I said, "Shut up."

"I haven't said a word," Evan protested.

"You're thinking it, so shut up."

"All right, sweetness," he murmured.

"Did you find anything?" I asked after a minute's silence.

"I cannot say. I was told to shut up."

We were far enough away from the house. I morphed back and said, "You didn't go to hell when I told you to, why listen now?"

Evan became visible. "No, I didn't find anything."

"Shit."

"I had a pithier word in mind, but yours will do."

I morphed my hair golden-blonde. "Pithy—you mean like that white stuff on oranges?"

"No, that's pith," Evan corrected, before noticing my hair and empty-headed expression. "Shut up," he said.

What was it about annoying someone that cheered so well? Smirking, I checked my watch. It was only seven-thirty. I wasn't about to go have coffee and chitchat with Evan, so I said, "See you at Tom's" and Apparated.

The closed sign was showing in the window of Chocolat, but I knew Jan would be in the kitchen. I rapped on the door and used a Sonorous charm to amplify my voice. "Wotcher, Jan!"

Her husband answered the door. "Good evening, Tonks. She's finishing up an order. Go on back."

He was wearing dress robes. I said, "Good evening, Alan, you're looking especially handsome. Are you two going out to dinner?"

"Thank you, and yes, it's our anniversary."

"Wow! Happy anniversary! I feel like I should be giving you a gift, not asking for a favour."

Sandy brows rose. "A favour?"

"Profiteroles," I said, dropping my voice to confide, "I had a cannoli earlier, and it didn't compare."

"What are you whispering about? Come into the kitchen if you will not be amenable and speak clearly!" Jan called from the kitchen.

I looked guiltily at Alan. He smiled. "Go on, and remind my lovely wife of our dinner reservations."

A stream of rapid French rolled from the kitchen, over my head, straight to Alan, who grinned and said loudly, "Promises, promises."

In the kitchen, black dress robes were visible beneath the protective jacket Jan wore. "Bonsoir, mon amie!"

"Good evening and happy anniversary!" I said.

My friend smiled as she finished adding spun sugar to a caramel draped pyramid of tiny, custard filled cream puffs. "Merci beaucoup." She gestured to the mouth-watering creation before her. "Did I hear you mention profiteroles?"

I nodded. "I just wanted a dozen. I don't need a croquebouche, although that definitely lives up to its name, looking crisp in the mouth," I said, trying not to openly covet her client's pastries.

Jan's amused laughter proved I hadn't been successful. "Deliciously sweet, too," she said, waving her wand. Within moments, a tiny croquebouche assembled from what my talented friend called leftovers.

I cradled the boxed confection reverently. "You are a beautiful, kind, generous soul, and I hope your husband appreciates how lucky he is."

"I worship her," Alan said from the doorway. "Or I would, if we could ever leave."

A knock sounded. "There are the dwarves now," Jan said, conjuring a box around her clients' tower of cream puffs. Alan moved to help her.

I asked, "Shall I get the door?"

"Oui and Bonsoir!" said Jan.

I grinned. "You've definitely made it sweeter. Thanks again!"

Three dwarves scowled at me when I opened the door. "You look familiar," one said. "Have I ever delivered a singing telegram to you?"

I instantly remembered Valentine's Day, seventh year, when I received a message from a secret admirer. Sure it was Evan; I'd kissed the dwarf out of happiness. He'd cursed and stomped out. Brazenly, I lied, "Never saw you before in my life," and walked out.

.

Remus answered Tom's door. "I think Evan is sulking because you left him," he said.

I rolled my eyes. "It's been two years. He needs to get over it. I have."

A grin spread across Remus's face. "I meant tonight."

I laughed. "Oh yeah, that too."

"Did you bring goodies?" Julia called from the kitchen.

I hid the box behind my back as I walked toward the back of the house. "Whyever do you ask?"

"Because sweets are your answer for all life's ills," Evan said as he stood beside the island, coffee cup in hand.

"No, they're not, sweets just cheer you up," I replied.

I turned to Remus, who said smilingly, "I never go anywhere without chocolate."

Tom offered us coffee while Julia lifted the lid of the box, which collapsed to reveal the miniature croquebouche. "It's almost too pretty to eat!" she exclaimed before breaking off a caramel and sugar coated cream puff. "Almost."

Within a few minutes, we had devoured the cream puffs and stood around the kitchen drinking coffee and filling each other in on our investigations.

"Was she hitting on you?" I asked Tom after he shared that Maris acted like a victim who didn't know how to deal with the latest demands.

"No," he said, sounding surprised to realise it.

Evan scoffed. "Surely you don't think Maris calls Boles 'Theo-bear' out of anything beside manipulation?"

"So they're an unlikely couple. It happens," I said, glancing at Remus.

He winked.

Julia made a face. "You had to call him that? Theo-bear? Poor you."

I briefly and factually recounted the conversation with Boles.

"You left out that he calls her sweetness." Evan smirked at me.

Tom said, "What they call each other is unimportant. We have no evidence, and now we know the warehouse drop off point will be guarded by a river troll. What are we going to do?"

"Practise our spellwork," Remus said.

Julia nodded. "Catch that ferret this time."

"What about the troll?" asked Evan. "They might put case Shielding Charms on him, expecting an attack."

"Why don't we get our own troll?" I grinned. "A bigger one. Smarter."

"Sendak?" Remus asked.

"Yeah."

"He's bigger, but how do you know he's smarter?" asked Tom.

"My company only employs Rock trolls," Evan answered. "They're the most intelligent species of Mountain trolls, and far more hygienic than River trolls."

"I vote we offer him a side job," I said.

"Right now?"

Evan sounded nervous. I traded a speculative look with Remus, who asked, "Why not right now?"

"Trolls don't live in Chelsea," Evan quipped. "They live in places you don't want to walk after dark."

"If you're scared, go home," said Julia.

Evan shot her a withering look. "I'm wary, not scared." He turned to Tom. "Should we all go?"

Tom said, "That's what I'm wondering. Is there safety in numbers, or would it provoke the violence we're trying to avoid?"

I said, "We learned in training that when it comes to taking the statements of magical beings, the fewer wizards the better."

Evan curled his lip. "I suppose you think the rest of us should wait here while you and the professor have a chat with Sendak."

"He likes me, and…well…you are his boss," I said.

"I don't pay him to like me. I pay him to do a job. Seeing me will remind him of what he might lose if he doesn't agree to our request."

I looked from Tom to Julia to Remus. No one protested. I said, "So three of us go."

"Why does Lupin have to come? Fewer the better, remember? We don't need him," Evan said.

"I need him." The words slipped out without thought, but I wouldn't have taken them back even if I could. They were the truth.

Evan's lips thinned. "Since you insist, we'll Floo to the Bow station and walk from there."

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The part of East London Sendak called home had more commercial than residential property. If there were criminals roaming about searching for victims, though, I didn't see any. As the three of us approached the six-storey building listed on the troll's application, I said, "Iron Mountain Storage—talk about hiding in plain sight. What's supposed to be stored there?"

"Archived, inactive business records, I believe," said Evan.

"You own it?" Remus asked.

"My company does."

Remus's hand squeezed mine while he asked Evan, "Have you ever been inside the building?"

"No, have you?"

"I've read a couple of articles on the substandard housing offered magical beings," Remus said in a deceptively neutral tone. "This building was mentioned."

Evan strode forward and placed his hand on the front door, de-activating the ward. "We'll see for ourselves."

The lobby was as grey and run-down as the exterior, but it was clean. In the back, blocking the lifts, a group of young trolls sat around a patterned square drawn in chalk on the concrete floor, playing some game with coloured pebbles.

"That's a Morris board," Remus said. "The game of Merels is one of the oldest in the world."

"What interesting trivia," Evan said, in a tone implying the opposite. He stepped forward and said, "Out of the way, we're here to see Sendak."

One of girls stood. She was my height. Silently, she shook her head. Remus said, "I think she's telling us the lifts are broken."

The girl nodded yes. Evan muttered, "Probably exceeded capacity from too many trolls cramming in."

"Hardly. This was an industrial warehouse. Those elevators were designed to carry weight," Remus said.

In the stairwell, only half the enchanted torches flickered with magical fire. "I hope trolls have good eyesight," I whispered to Remus.

"They're not noted for night-vision," he replied.

Behind us, Evan asked, "What are you, Lupin, a troll expert? Maybe they chose this level of lighting."

I laughed shortly. "Yeah, right."

The corridor leading to Sendak's third story flat was gloomy and grey as the rest of the building. "This colour makes boring magnolia look cheerful," I said.

"Perhaps Rosier's contractors felt putting up walls was sufficient," said Remus.

"Or maybe trolls like grey." Evan's tone was sharp with impatience. "Knock on the door."

I knocked. After a minute, Sendak stood in the doorway.

"Hi!" I said brightly, "I know it's late, and I'm really sorry to bother you, but we'd like to come in and talk to you if it's not too big an imposition."

Sendak opened the door further. A female troll looked up when we entered the open lounge/dining/kitchen area. She immediately rose and backed toward what was likely the bedroom. "Nas?"

Her voice was deep and husky. She'd asked if people were at the door. "Barrabatta," Sendak told her, in his slow, rumbling voice.

I didn't mind being called Quick-talker as long as it made them smile. I peered around Sendak to say, "Nice to meet you, I'm Tonks."

"Eke," she said, turning to leave the room.

I looked around as Evan stepped forward and began to tell Sendak the purpose of our visit. There were no pictures on the walls, no rugs on the floors. The few pieces of oversized furniture were of plain, sturdy wood. Sendak caught me craning my neck to see the kitchen area. His lips twitched. When Evan finished talking, I pointed to the flowers on the table. "I love day lilies."

Remus smiled at me while Evan offered to pay a surprisingly generous amount of Galleons for Sendak's assistance the following Friday. I'd half expected him to try and coerce the troll into working for free.

After nodding his acceptance of the deal, Sendak waited in patient silence until we got the hint and said our goodbyes. I lingered in the doorway of the flat, compelled to ask, "Do trolls really prefer the colour grey?"

"No," Sendak said clearly.

"Do you like dim lighting?"

"No."

"Would you use the lift if it worked?"

"Yes."

I shot daggers at Evan and promised, "I will see to it that…that gamba makes some improvements around here!"

Sendak smiled. I was unsure whether it was in anticipation of improved quality of life, or hearing Evan called a he-goat, but I was glad to see an emotion other than stoic resignation on his face. I tried to appear equally pleased when he walked over and handed me a day lily. Keeping my eyes averted from the two men watching, I said, "Ta, Thanks!" and ate the flower in one huge bite.

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The following evening, I had recovered from the stomach upset the lily had caused, but I wasn't in the mood for more than cuddling on the sofa with Remus. When Cousin Liz showed up on my doorstep, I thought she was there to nag me about making nice with Rita. I almost slammed the door in her face.

"I'll be civil at the wedding, but otherwise I'm not talking to her unless she apologises," I said, grudgingly allowing her into the flat.

"I'm not here about Rita. I'm here about the hen party. Didn't you check your post?"

"I've been busy."

Remus walked out of the bedroom just then. He'd been in the loo, but Liz's expression told me she had a different definition of busy than mine. "Uh huh," she said, before saying, "Hi, Remus. Tonks forgot that tonight's Lora's hen party!"

"Aren't hen and stag parties traditionally held closer to the wedding?" Remus asked.

"Gerald's mates wanted to take him hang-gliding, or Para-sailing, or something sporty for a weekend," Liz said, "and Lora told him if he missed the couples' shower his family is throwing them next Saturday, no amount of Music of the Night would save his arse."

Remus said to me, "Go on. I'll drop by and challenge Andrew to a game of chess and see you in the morning."

"Or earlier, if she gets plastered and writes you another poem," Liz said cheekily.

While Remus assured my cousin that he would be delighted to receive another poem, I glanced down. My batik halter and denim miniskirt were good enough for a pub. I stuffed some money and a Muggle ID into a pocket and kissed Remus goodbye.

Three hours later, Rita, Lora, Liz, Amy, Meg, and I were sitting at a table, taking a break from dancing and talking about anything and everything. I hadn't actually talked to Rita, but since we weren't sitting next to each other, our ongoing tiff didn't cast a pall over the evening.

I'd drunk enough to be happy, but not enough to write poetry when Lora said, "I am so looking forward to my honeymoon."

After the whistles and off-colour remarks died down, Amy asked, "Where are you going?"

Meg playfully slapped her sister's hand. "She can't tell you!"

"How about a hint?" said Liz.

Lora's smile became dreamy. "It's in the South Pacific, and our private villa is built over the water."

"Ooohhh…" the rest of us murmured appreciatively.

Talk shifted to honeymoons and the importance of getting away with the one you loved. I stood up. "I need to talk to Remus."

"Did you write him another poem?" Liz asked.

"No, but there's something I need to say to him."

Lora and Amy told me to tell him tomorrow. They wanted to dance some more. Rita looked across the table and said, "If it's right for you, do it, no matter what anyone else thinks. Be happy."

I walked around and leaned down to hug her. "I am happy."

"Me, too," she said with shiny eyes.

I blinked rapidly and gave her a smacking kiss on the cheek. "Then I'll be happy for you."

Liz broke our cousinly moment by pronouncing, "You two are slobbery drunks."

I laughed. "Hey, I'm not as think as you drunk I am."

"I am," said Rita. "I'll even line dance."

I left chuckling over the sight of my cousins laughing and swaying on the dance floor.

.

Remus let me into his flat with a smile. "No rock through the window this time? I was rather looking forward to it."

I turned and pinned him to the door, leaning in to kiss him passionately. Remus's hands gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him. He kissed me back hungrily, making a growl-y sound in his throat when I rubbed against his chest.

"Nymphadora," he said roughly.

I dragged in a breath when he lifted his mouth, my eyes drawn to the pulse beating in his throat. He groaned when I placed my lips there, kissing, licking and sucking. I moaned when his hands slid up and untied my halter in order to stroke bare skin.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" he said, rocking against me.

The way I moved my hips to cradle his, I didn't blame Remus for looking doubtful when I shook my head. I kissed him with soft urgency. "I want you so much," I said. "If we made love right now, it would be beautiful."

It was hard to think straight with alcohol and lust clouding my mind. I tried to find the right words.

"Tell me," Remus said gently.

I looked into an amber gaze filled with love and whispered, "I want to be more than lovers…I want to be your mate." His eyes flared with possessive heat, giving me the boldness to say, "I don't need a wedding, but I'd really like a honeymoon."

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A/N: Anyone see that coming? LOL. (Note inserted a few days after the chap posted...I'm so used to R/T fics being 20 chapters, I forgot to remind readers that next week is the end of this story, but as always another one will follow. D'oh! I'll make doubly sure to mention it next chap!) While I'm adding after-comments...I found out from L-Ae-D that 'I'm not as think as you drunk I am was used in a MASH episode. Very cool!

Many random things inspired this chapter! Wondering 'where do trolls live' made me look for a likely place in East London. I came across a BBC news article from July, 13 about a paper storage warehouse fire in Bow. The name of the firm that owned the warehouse was serendipitous. Iron Mountain is Canadian, not troll (as far as I know, lol) and I thought 'archived, inactive business records' a perfect cover for troll occupancy. I almost made the River troll's name Yelnats, out of some Holes inspired quirk, but chose Glenelg instead, because the palindrome is also an obscure Scottish village, and sounded more like a troll name ; ) .Carnivalgirl inspired with the use of the word canoodle, and smile. dk is the group who sing the song Mr. Wonderful and of course the Beatles sang Eight days a week. The readers who are wonderful, wonderful to me, and for who eight days a week would not be enough to show I care for reviewing last week are… …... 40/16 alix33 amattsonperdue Audrey Bardlover Camillia Vincent cupcakeswirl die Loreley Dolphindreamer ElspethBates Embellished Enorance Evil-Angel-911 Fauzia FNP Freja Lercke-Falkenborg GraceRichie ishandtwofourths Kates Master n1264 (katieweasley) Kileaiya Lady Bracknell ladyofthebookworms lainey3600 Lerie lilmispris Lizet M Mii-chan1 MollyCoddles mon-ami-runa Moonlight Nethiel Nessime petiteloupegarou Polaris101 RahNee rillie siriuslycoco Slipknot-3113 Sophia Loren sunny9847 and WriterMerrin