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Nyssa's Christmas Carol Part the Fifth: The End Of It All Yes, it was Christmas morning, and Nyssa was prepared to live the lessons she had learnt. She opened the window and saw Darren slouching down the street, humming "Fairy Tale of New York", with what he fondly imagined to be an imitation of Nyssa's voice for the Kirsty McColl bits. "Hey, you!" she shouted. "M-me?" asked Darren, astonished. "I don't suppose you know how to get to Diagon Alley from here?" "Actually, yes, Most Worshipful Nyssa. Tyler's PLOT device can...." "Terrific. The 'Round needs a dragon's tail. Pop off and buy one, and I'll pay you back, okay?" "At once, Most Worshipful Nyssa. Thank you for noticing me." "Whatever." Nyssa got herself ready. "It should arrive just as Harry makes his phone call." she thought, "Won't that be a surprise?" And so she stepped out into the streets, a cheerful smile and a "Merry Christmas" for everyone she met. Admittedly, most of them recoiled, wondering what on Earth she could be plotting, but she persevered, and many of them reciprocated the greeting. Upon her arrival at the 'Round, Harry turned round in surprise. "Thought you wouldn't be coming, old girl." he said. Then, more worried, "You're not here to...?" "Of course not. I'm just here for the party. Merry Christmas, everyone." Harry nodded. "Er, thanks." he said, adding, "So, um, anything happen last night?" Nyssa looked to a far table, where Tegan, Bob the Muse and Death were raising their glasses. "Not really. Why?" "Oh, ah, just wondering what caused this change of heart." Before Nyssa could respond Francois came out of the kitchen calling, "Anyone know how dragon-tail get *cooked*?" "I'll give you a hand." said Harry, and disapeared into the kitchen. This left Adric tending the bar. "Um, so..." said Adric, doubtfully. Nyssa noticed he was under the mistletoe and, without stopping to analyse the action, gave him a peck on the cheek. The patrons erupted into cheers. With the singular exception of Benny, who erupted into a handy flower-pot. Adric flushed. "This is going to be a great Christmas!" he said. Nyssa smirked. "And just *wait* till you see the New Year fireworks I've got planned..." And so, as the First Doctor observed, "A Merry Christmas to all of you at home." DISCLAIMERS: It's Christmas Eve and I'm in a rush, but basically, everything in this story, besides Bob the Muse and Dunvworpin, was created by someone other than myself. The creators include the BBC, Mutant Enemy, Tyler Dion, Imran Inayat, BK Willis, Douglas Killings, Paul Gadzikowski, JK Rowling, Terry Pratchett and some bloke called Charles something. Thanks to all of you and I hope the midwinter festival of your choice is an enjoyable one. SUMMARY: Nyssa is visited by three ghosts which show her the error of her ways. Sort of. -- Dave The Official Absentee of EU Skiffeysoc http://www.eusa.ed.ac.uk/societies/sesoc Joe: What do you think *you* can do? The Doctor: Resist them. Surprise them. Oh, and possibly perform a few show tunes. -Doctor Who: Scream of the Shalka Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four
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