The Quest For Dobby's Destiny Part XI

                          

 Or  Aren't We Done Yet?

 

“Come on! Let's go!” Warrior With Intense Blue Eyes yells. “If this were a battle you two would be dead already.”

“Patience my son.” The Lady With The Long Golden Hair calls from the bathroom, “She's almost ready.”

“I don't understand why this has to take so long, she lost half her body weight in leg hair.”

The Lady With The Long Golden Hair comes out of the bathroom and meets her son in the center of the hotel room. “She doesn't like having to do this. Please be nice.” She reminds him.

“Can't we just hurry this up already?” Warrior With Intense Blue Eyes asks.

“It will be over soon my son.”

“No laughing.” Writer Lady calls from the bathroom. “If there's laughing I'll have Merlin put you in this thing. I'm sure we'll still get lots of attention.”

“Did she get all the hair off of her legs?” Warrior With The Intense Blue Eyes asks.

“Yes. Did you get all of that hair out of the weed whacker?” The Lady With The Long Golden Hair asks.

“I could have but the motor is shot now. It would have been a waste of time.” he answers.

“I really don't like this. Isn't there some other way?” Writer Lady calls, still hiding in the bathroom.

“No. I checked with the Master of Inks. Going to this ball and petitioning the Queen of the Amazing 'Fro for a meeting with The Gem of the Con is your only chance to fulfill Merlin's request. It's time to come out of the bathroom sister.”

“Okay. Here I come.” Writer Lady says. Coming out of the bathroom Writer Lady walks over to The Lady With The Long Golden Hair wearing a short British Flag dress complete with “cheeky” panties, she alternates pulling down on the front of the skirt and the back of the skirt with each step; tripping over her own feet as she walks.

“You look very nice.” The Lady With The Long Golden Hair says. “Doesn't she look nice, my son?” The Lady With The Long Golden Hair asks elbowing the Warrior With Intense Blue Eyes in his stomach.

“Yes. You look nice. You know if you bowed your legs just a little bit more, you would look really great. Like a lady.” Warrior With Intense Blue Eyes says.

“Stand up straight.” The Lady With The Long Golden Hair reminds Writer Lady.

Writer Lady complies. “So where's the rest of the outfit?” she asks.

“Walk with confidence and smile, like a lady and you will always be seen as one.” The Lady With The Long Golden Hair answers.

“There is no more is there?” Writer Lady asks, Warrior With Intense Blue eyes shakes his head grinning and holding back laughter.

“I don't like this. I don't like this at all. I've seen hookers with more clothes on.”

“This is why it is called coming out of your comfort zone.” The Lady With The Long Golden Hair reminds her. “It's time to go.”

“Maybe you could use your super flirty powers of persuasion to make some money for coffee in the morning. Even better you could flirt with the concierge on the way out at put us at the top of the room service list for tomorrow morning.” Warrior With Intense Blue Eyes says teasing her as the group shuffles out of their hotel room.

“No, I think he'd like it better if you flashed those baby blues of yours at him. He has been checking out your butt all weekend.” Writer Lady says, laughing.

“Has not.”

“Has too.” Writer Lady responds laughing even more. She closes the door behind her giving one last tug to the back of her skirt while no one is looking.