The Quest For Dobby's Destiny Part XII

“What time is it?” Writer Lady asks the Warrior with Intense Blue Eyes.

“Thirty seconds later than when you asked the last time.”

“This is supposed to be the short line. What's taking so long?” Writer Lady asks.

“This isn't the short line. This is the line of people waiting for an audience with the Queen.” The Lady with the Long Golden Hair answers. “Don't worry, my sister, we will see you inside soon enough.”

“Do you remember back in the hotel room when I mentioned how tiny this dress was?” Writer Lady asks the Lady with the Long Golden Hair.

The Lady nods.

“Well now not only am I in a tiny dress but now I'm standing out on the sidewalk after dark.”

“Remember to act like a lady and you will always been seen as one.”

“How can I act like a lady when I feel so...naked?”

“All will be well, my sister, patience.”

“Why is it everyone keeps saying that? You try standing on a dark corner in a tiny dress and see how patient you feel. If anyone asks me 'how much?' I'm out of here.”

A man with a large camera approaches “An audience with the Queen, who awaits an audience with the Queen?”

The Warrior with Intense Blue Eyes whistles to the man with the camera and points at Writer Lady, saying, “She is.”

Writer Lady hears her sister and nephew take an audible step back from her side.

“May I take a picture of you?” the man with the camera asks.

Writer Lady stiffens for a moment.

“You must be photographed in order to speak with the Queen.” TP's voice rings in Writer Lady's head.

“Back huh?” She returns a telepathic message to the faerie thousands of miles away.

“Take the picture, silly.” TP giggles.

“Okay.” Writer Lady braces herself and waits for the picture to be taken. A big flash goes off and it is done. If that is the worst that happens tonight I'll be a happy woman.

“Now what happens?”

“Now you go inside with everyone else.” the man with the camera says and continues down the line calling, “An audience with the Queen, who awaits an audience with the Queen?”

Writer Lady finds The Lady With The Long Golden Hair and the Warrior With Intense Blue Eyes waiting at the door a few feet away. People had started going in and the area had opened up. Working their way through the building and into the Queen's main ballroom Writer Lady felt much better. The room was dark except for lights near the exits and a few stray beams illuminating the space to the beat of the music. The dance floor was overflowing. There were just a few stray handfuls of onlookers spread around the perimeter of the ballroom. It was a ball, clearly people were there to dance. Energy and light radiated from the center of the room. From all those dancers. The entire court was in costume. Many of the costumes were made of brightly colored fabrics that reflected the light from around the room. Some wore helmets with working lights.  Many of the ladies had accessorized with glow jewelry and battery operated twinkle lights. A most bright and colorful court. There in the center of the ballroom, instead of a staircase leading up to a throne, stood a catwalk.  Next to the Master of Ceremonies, who kept the music pumpin', danced the Queen of the Amazing 'Fro.