OF THE FIFTH SUGAR QUILL SUMMIT
(As recorded by Moey)
Part Four (Continued from Part Three...)
Okay, actually, this is the sixth summit, but there were never
any minutes from SQFS (Sugar Quill First State)
DATE: We forget. Summer.
An Unplottable location on the eastern seaboard of the United States.
ATTENDEES: Zsenya, Arabella,
Elanor Gamgee, B Bennett, and Moey. Virtual Guests include Jedi Boadicea,
Lallybroch, Eric, and Honeychurch.
Minutes: The Deuce
A/N: I started writing this after eating at least 4 oz. of sharp cheddar cheese
with Triscuits. I dont know if that has anything to do with anything,
but I felt the need to share. I love cheese. Basically Ive had these
Minutes written for quite a while now, but I just havent had the time
to put them on paper. The second half was written after Chinese food, three
beers (well, Im on #3 right now, and a few episodes of Absolutely Fabulous.
The suspense is killing you, isnt it?) Im listening to the SQ
Shipper Soundtrack. You cant fight this feeling anymore can you? Youre
hanging by a moment arent you? Heh. Am I leaving you breathless? Heh.
So, with plenty further ado, here are a few words of wisdom
from Pats to start us off
"Darling, if you want to talk bullocks and discover the meaning of life,
youre better off downing a bottle of whiskey. At least that way youre
unconscious before you start to take yourself seriously."
~Patsy Stone, Fashion Editor, Alcoholic, Friend
"Do you feel like youre forgetting something?"
"I dont know."
"Well, how do you know if your forgetting something if
you cant remember what it is that youve forgot?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I dont know. I forget."
"Wheres Arabella?" Zsenya looked around the
room as if waiting for her to Apparate even though she knows you cannot Apparate
into SQHQ. For the love! I mean, shes the one that put the order through.
"Are the toilets working?" asked Moey, looking confused.
"Why wouldnt they be?" B replied.
"I dont know," Moey said looking even more confused.
"I thought you would be able to tell me."
"Whats up with you?" Elanor asked.
"I dont know."
"I think its those dolls," the Elanor replied.
"They are really throwing me off. Cant we get rid of them?"
"We need to have them for training." Zsenya began
to place them in obnoxious poses. How is the SQ Search & Rescue supposed
to be efficient if we dont have realistic training exercises?"
They all stared at the Harry and Hermione dolls as B positioned
them under a sign that read, Ron Weasley, the Best Sidekick a Super Wizard
"Harryyyyyyyyy! Is that your ,
Harryyyyyyyyy?" B said in a sickening, singsong voice. "Harryyyyyyy!
Are you experiencing ,
"That is just sick. SICK!" Elanor Gamgee AKA Capn
Kathy had recently taken herself out of the field. She was burnt out and was
currently doing paperwork for the SQ.
"Youre just not out there anymore. You arent
used to it." B replied.
"And Im that much better for it. Im telling
you, you should try it! Its fantastic."
"But then who would save them?" Moey asked.
"Point taken," Elanor replied. "But Im
telling you, sometimes I dont see the point."
"They are INNOCENTS!" Moey exclaimed. "How can
you say that? Youre the Capn!"
But she didnt have a chance to reply. Just then Arabellas
face appeared in the fireplace. "Guys!"
"Arabella! Where are you? Why arent you here?"
Zsenya ran toward the fireplace.
"I dont know. Some undisclosed location. I was supposed
to catch the Knight Bus but its behind schedule or something."
Then she added, annoyed, "I would Apparate, except that someone decided
not to allow it."
Zsenya was not fazed. "Well, do you have any Floo Powder on you?"
"Um, Zsenya?" Moey interrupted. "You had me take
HQ off of the Floo Powder Travel Network."
"I did? I dont remember?" Zsenya looked puzzled.
"When did I do that? Why did I do that?"
"A few weeks ago, I think. And I dont remember why."
"Why cant anyone remember anything?" Zsenya
asked. "Arabella, you have to stop making the drinks so strong."
The face in the fireplace was caught mid sip.
Arabella gulped, "Um, yeah. Sure."
"Why didnt you bring your broom?" B asked.
"I dont know. I dont remember anything! Someone
come and get me, please!" The rest of the gals were throwing on their
cloaks and about to leave when Arabellas head appeared once more.
"Never mind. The bus just showed up! Ill be there
"Tell Ern we said hi."
Later that evening, after Arabella had arrived at HQ and had
settled back in, the gals chatted and read and basically made .
The gals went to bed, still feeling as though they had left
an unattended cauldron on the fire.
They awoke to a bright and sunshiny day. The air was warm and
the gals decided to get out for once and enjoy the sunshine. However, not
without first applying plenty of sunscreen. All those hours spent in SQHQ
havent exactly promoted savage tans. Their snow white complexions need
With the Good Ship R/H anchored just off the coast, the ladies
took a swim in the murky waters of the Atlantic. Much like the fandom waters,
there is often trash found floating about, but luck was with them on this
fine day and the waters were clean and clear. In both the Atlantic and the
The gals frolicked and romped in the surf with the exception
of Capn Kathy. It seems that Capn Kathy does not like the water.
This is a classic example of what is called irony. It is very ironic that
the Capn doesnt like water. Rain on your wedding day is not ironic.
Nor is the fact that Hermione kisses Harry at the end of Goblet of Fire. Thats
just friendship. If anyone has any questions about irony, the myth called
subtext, or any other literary terms, please contact a professor at the Sugar
Quill at email@example.com, thank you.
So again, there was frolicking and romping done by Moey, B,
Arabella, and Zsenya
The surf started getting rough. The SQ Gals were tossed. B lost
"My glasses are gone!" she exclaimed. Arabella immediately
dove beneath the water to look for them. But, alas, they were gone forever.
"Damn!" B exclaimed. "They were expensive. Not
to mention magical. I could see through things."
"Yeah, we all know what you were using those things for,"
"Well," B answered, matter of factly, "someone
has to check up on all this potential boner shame we keep hearing about. I
mean, it seems to be an epidemic. Im doing research!"
"Yeah, research," Arabella sniggered.
Moey, Arabella, and B decided to take a walk along the beach.
It seemed like a lovely idea and it was; the air was warm, there was a lovely
breeze, and there was the added benefit of many, many Weasleys on the beach.
Ron was there, looking particularly good.
"I wish I had my glasses," B muttered.
"Its all about the gentle release of the meat."
"Im talking about the crabs."
"That doesnt make it sound any better. But for a
minute there I thought I was in a bad H/H fic."
"Does anyone else still feel as thought they are forgetting
"I dont know. Yeah."
"I think so."
"Look at that one. Hes dancing."
"Arabella stop playing with your food."
"Just eat him."
"Pass the beer."
After dinner the gals gathered back at HQ for drinks and the
official viewing of The Montage.
The Montage had been talked about for what seemed like years,
and had until this moment been the stuff of legends. But now the gals were
going to view it. To see the infamous Eric immortalize Harry to the 80s
sensation Tina Turner and her smash hit, Simply the Best. It was monumental,
astronomical! We laughed, we cried, we drank more R/Hs. It was a joyous
event. Never to be duplicated.
"Cant you see it?"
Yes, Eric, we can see it. Thank you, Eric. Thank you.
The prototypes of the Official SQ Gals Trading Cards were viewed.
They are going to be the next big sensation in the fandom. And the fact that
we all have big giant breasts will definitely attract the boys. We need more
boys, especially since .
"Look at Arabellas queen hat," Moey said as
she looked at Arabellas trading card picture.
"You mean crown?" Arabella asked, choking back her
"Yeah, didnt I say that?" Moey asked confused.
"You said queen hat."
"Its as if I couldnt remember the word,"
Moey said. "What is up with that?"
"Arabella, stop making the drinks so strong!" Zsenya
ordered. "Its as if everyone here has been the victim of a bad
"What are you talking about?" B asked.
"Yeah," the Capn added.
"I dont know," Zsenya replied. "I cant
However, they did remember how much Mariah Carey SUX. Meg even
entertained the masses with her impression of the squealing freax.
And then there was the dancing
Zsenya gave a masterful performance. Madonna was played. Clothes
were removed, and Remus/Sirius wolf-children were born. Well they would be
born if certain people would finish what they started. But we wont go
there right now.
The frolicking and romping went on late into the night, and
Arabella and Moey were once again the last two left awake.
"We are always the ones that have to lock up!" Arabella
"Yeah, for all the security, you would think Zsenya would
invest in some security trolls. Especially with what happened."
"What happened?" Arabella asked Moey.
"I dont know. But didnt something happen?"
"I think so but I cant remember," Arabella said
as she shrugged.
The next day was spent with more frolicking and romping outside.
But Zsenya seemed uneasy.
"We need to go back."
"Why?" Capn Kathy asked. "Whats the
"I just think we should go home," Zsenya was adamant.
"Come off it Zsenya," Arabella said, "everything
is KEWL back at HQ. Stop worrying."
So after spending much of the day away from SQHQ, the gals finally
made their way home. Arabella and Moey had separated from the rest of the
group, running into Harry. Capn Kathy, B, and Zsenya were together.
Everything seemed fine.
But somewhere else, something was amiss.
And the gals were starting to remember what it was they had
What is amiss? What have the girls forgotten? And what happened when Moey
and Arabella ran into Harry? These and other questions will be answered whenever
I feel like writing more Minutes. Mwahahahahahahaha!