Charles had signed Camilla up for this whole dating thing. He had not signed himself up. When a house elf toting a cattle prod came to herd him along, therefore, he said confidently: "This must be a mistake." He did not say aloud You've got the wrong Macaulay, but he was thinking it.
The house elf wasn't taking no for an answer. "All right, all right, you can put the prod away. Away, please. Just let me put on something presentable, all right? If you won't leave, turn around."
Fifteen minutes later, a dapper Charles Macaulay strolled into the Great Hall, pretending he wasn't being trailed by an armed house elf. "Winry? Who's Winry?"
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Date: 2008-02-15 02:06 am (UTC)The house elf wasn't taking no for an answer. "All right, all right, you can put the prod away. Away, please. Just let me put on something presentable, all right? If you won't leave, turn around."
Fifteen minutes later, a dapper Charles Macaulay strolled into the Great Hall, pretending he wasn't being trailed by an armed house elf. "Winry? Who's Winry?"