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fredbassettTitle : Back to School, Part 1 of 5
Author : fredbassett
Fandoms : Primeval & Enid Blyton’s Malory Towers Series
Rating : 15
Word Count : 11,300 in total. This part 2312.
Characters : From Primeval, mainly Claudia Brown, with appearances from other team members in the final part. From Malory Towers, Alicia Johns, Darrell Rivers, Sally Hope, Belinda, Bill, Clarissa, Miss Potts, Miss Peters and Miss Grayling.
Disclaimer : Not mine no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Claudia decides to attend a school reunion, but the weekend turns out slightly more eventful than she expects.
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lukadreaming and many thanks to her for both the beta and the encouragement. Don’t worry if you haven’t read the books. No prior knowledge is needed. Just treat the others as a bunch of OCs. This is mainly a female-centric romp, with just a tiny smidgen of Claudia/Alicia in the final part. This story fits loosely into my main Stephen/Ryan series.
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Claudia’s car swept down the narrow Cornish lanes with the warm rays of the late afternoon sun glinting brightly off the silver paintwork of her Mazda MX-5. The traffic out of London had been light, but it had still been a long drive and she was looking forward to reaching her destination. She rounded a corner – a very familiar corner – and ahead saw a large square building, constructed out of grey stone, each corner set with a rounded, battlement-topped tower. The hill was actually a cliff overlooking the sea and the building was the boarding school where Claudia had spent six years of her life between the ages of 12 and 18.
When the letter had arrived announcing a school reunion for Claudia’s year, she’d almost consigned it straight to the bin – she’d enjoyed her time at school, but hadn’t kept up with any of her classmates, and get-togethers weren’t really her thing. Set against that was the fact that she hadn’t taken a break from the Anomaly project for longer than she cared to remember, and the idea of a weekend in Cornwall had been strangely attractive. Acting quickly, before she changed her mind, she’d emailed her acceptance to the headmistress’s secretary, asking the woman, whose name she didn’t recognise, to pass her best wishes to Miss Grayling.
Three months later she still hadn’t taken a break, in spite of all the promises she’d made to herself. Her electronic diary had dutifully provided a reminder at the beginning of the week and, much to her surprise, Lester hadn’t raised any objection to signing her holiday request form. In contrast, Cutter had seemed surprised that she had a life outside of the project and Abby had promptly quizzed her about life at a girls’ boarding school.
She’d gone into work for an hour on the Friday morning to check her email and let the early morning traffic subside, but at 10am, Lorraine had appeared with two packets of sandwiches for the journey, Ryan, with his customary, slightly formal politeness, had wished her a good weekend, Lyle had made a mildly salacious comment with the sort of grin that made it impossible to take offence, Connor had waved her off looking more excited for her than she actually felt and had told her cheerfully not to worry about them. Stephen, in his thoughtful but undemonstrative way, had stocked her car with two bottles of frozen water, which had provided blissfully cool drinks throughout the journey.
Claudia Brown was taking a weekend off, and she was determined to enjoy herself.
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The sunlight sparkled on the myriad windows set amidst the green of the creeper-clad stone and Malory Towers looked as much like a castle as Claudia remembered. Even after an absence of 12 years she still felt a flutter of excitement at the sight of the place that had been home to her for much of each year whilst her parents, both diplomats, had been abroad.
There were already several cars in the car park and she amused herself for a moment wondering if she could match the cars to the owners. The battered Range Rover with a dented rear door that had never seen the inside of a car wash in its life would belong to Bill Robinson, she had no doubt about that. Claudia pulled in next to a sensible Volvo that seemed a likely bet for Sally Hope’s transport but before she could indulge in any more guesswork, a bright red sports car swept in through the gates – too fast – and came to a halt next to her in a spray of gravel.
A dark-haired woman, dressed casually but elegantly, stepped out, saw Claudia and promptly let out a delighted shriek. “Claudia Brown! You haven’t changed a bit!”
Claudia smiled, thinking the same certainly couldn’t have been said for the other woman. Alicia Johns had never been one for clothes or make-up when they’d been at school, although a taste for fast, expensive cars certainly came as no surprise. Claudia glanced at the prancing horse logo and decided the object of her unrequited teenage crush must have done pretty well in life to be able to afford a Ferrari.
Alicia pulled her into a hug, planted a firm kiss on both cheeks and grinned. “So, what are you doing with yourself these days?”
“Home Office,” Claudia said with a smile. “Very boring, I’m afraid. What about you?” she added, even though she actually knew the answer to her own question.
“Barrister. Equally boring.” The laughter dancing in Alicia’s sharp brown eyes gave the lie to that statement.
Claudia very much doubted that anything about Alicia Johns could ever have been described as boring. Her friend had started out by reading English at St. Andrews, dropped out after a year to go travelling and then had returned to the UK to read law at Bristol. Claudia, who’d gone to Oxford immediately to study English, only later changing to law as Alicia had done, had to admit to herself that she’d probably never followed an impulse in her life – apart from when it had come to introducing herself to a certain irascible Scot by means of a kiss.
From Bristol, Alicia had gone into a set of chambers in Lincoln’s Inn. She now specialised in construction industry cases and appeared to be doing very well for herself and, as far as Claudia had been able to ascertain, was still unmarried. Claudia hadn’t been able to resist a small amount of cyber-stalking of some of her former school friends during the past week, but the details she’d picked up hadn’t really prepared her for the reality of Alicia Johns in the flesh. She was gorgeous, and made Claudia seem positively dowdy by comparison. For a moment, Claudia was back in the third form again, a mass of raging hormones, perpetually tongue-tied in the other girl’s presence.
With Alicia talking 19 to the dozen, they both grabbed small cases from the back of their cars and made their way up the main steps.
“Potty!” Alicia dropped her case and flung her arms unceremoniously around a tall, grey-haired woman who had been the house-mistress for North Tower, one of the four different houses in the school. Claudia had been a West Tower girl, the same as Alicia’s bosom friend, Betty Hill.
Miss Potts stepped back under the onslaught, her determined mouth breaking into one of her rare smiles. “Alicia Johns! You don’t improve, do you?”
“Mother sends her love,” said Alicia, and Claudia remembered that Alicia’s mother had also spent her schooldays at Malory Towers.
“Claudia,” Miss Potts said warmly, extending her hand, and Claudia felt a warm flush of surprise that the older woman even remembered her name. “It’s lovely to see you again. Eileen Pemberton’s just arrived. You were in West Tower with her, weren’t you? She hasn’t changed a bit.”
“Neither have you, Miss Potts” said Claudia, and meant it. She’d always thought of the somewhat stern Miss Potts as being in late middle age, but in fact the woman was probably no older than that now, and when she’d taught Claudia she’d probably been no more than her early thirties, the same age as Claudia was now.
Miss Potts’ eyes twinkled in a very familiar way. “I think it’s high time you both called me Sarah.”
“I didn’t realise you had a first name, Potty!” Alicia exclaimed, ducking nimbly away from the light swat that her former house-mistress aimed at her.
While they were still chatting, another three cars pulled into the driveway and soon the steps were thronged with women laughing, chatting and swopping abbreviated life histories until, with one of her well-remembered looks, Miss Potts shooed them all inside with instructions to pick up a room list and meet again in the courtyard for drinks after they’d all had the opportunity to freshen up.
The school secretary, whose name Claudia hadn’t recognised, but who was greeted by Alicia like another old friend, handed them both a guest list and told them that they’d all been allocated rooms in North Tower.
“That’s Dopey Doris,” Alicia hissed, as they made their way out of the main hall. “In East Tower, two years above us, don’t you remember her?”
Claudia had to confess that she didn’t. She glanced down at the guest list in her hand. “We’re sharing a room,” she exclaimed in surprise. “I thought you’d be in with Betty.”
“Not coming,” said Alicia airily. “One of her brats has gone down with something. She emailed me yesterday and said she’d have to cry off.”
Alicia had never overflowed with what might have been described as the milk of human kindness, and she’d never displayed much sympathy for anyone who didn’t enjoy her own rude good health, although a bad bout of measles just before their mock A Levels had mellowed her slightly. But even so, Claudia’s attempt to enquire in a little more detail into the heath of Betty’s offspring was dismissed with an airy wave of one long-fingered hand.
They were sharing a small guest room high up in North Tower, equipped with two twin beds, a small wardrobe and a chest of drawers. The nearest bathroom was at the end of the corridor. It seemed that the smaller rooms had been allocated on a first come, first served basis, and quite a few of the other attendees would be sharing their old dorm rooms on the floor below.
Her companion bounced up and down on the bed doing a passable impersonation of an excited first-year. Alicia’s enthusiasm was infectious, and Claudia just hoped she wasn’t going to disgrace herself by mooning after the other girl the way she was sure she’d done as a teenager.
After a brief pause for a wash and a change of clothes, they made their way downstairs and out into the Court, a large sunny area surrounded on all sides by the four limbs of the main building. In the middle was a large circle of green grass, sunk below the main courtyard, with stone seats set around the sloping sides. Claudia had fond memories of performing in many plays out there in the summer term. She’d never had Alicia’s talent for entertaining an audience, but her enjoyment of the various plays had led her to read English at Oxford, before a change of heart had taken her to law, although unlike her companion, she hadn’t chosen to practise in that field.
Trestle table had been set up along one wall of the building, and various members of staff were helping to hand around tall, fruit-laden, glasses of Pimms. Claudia took a long, refreshing drink and looked around, wondering how many people she would recognise. From the guest list tucked into her handbag, she knew that there were actually more girls from North Tower here than any other, with West Tower – her own house – being particularly under-represented.
It wasn’t difficult to recognise Darrell Rivers, who’d been Head Girl in Claudia’s final year, and her great friend Sally Hope. Darrell still sported a head of dark, curly hair and a hail-fellow-well-met smile. Sally still wore her hair long, although her single plait was far less severe than the pig-tails she’d worn at school. They both greeted Claudia and Alicia with hugs and a barrage of questions, and Claudia felt herself slipping back into the shadow of the other girls – as she still thought of them – listening, rather than participating. But it had been a long drive, she reminded herself.
The drink was plentiful, so was the buffet supper, and by the time Claudia made her excuses and headed up the winding staircase to the top floor of North Tower she had to admit that she was more than a little tipsy. She’d just had time to brush her teeth and don an overly large teeshirt to sleep in when the door was flung open to admit Alicia. A whirlwind of activity followed for the next ten minutes as Alicia dashed up and down the corridor and finally got ready for bed. Claudia did her best to avert her eyes from the sight of Alicia’s long, tanned limbs and athletic body. Finally, temptation, dressed in a skimpy top and cropped pants, hurled itself under the bedcovers like a puppy into a basket.
“Well, none of them have changed much!” Alicia announced, clearly not in the least bit sleepy, even though it was well after midnight. “Sally Hope is still as dull as ever.”
“You haven’t forgiven her for being made Head of Form in the Second Year,” laughed Claudia, in the darkness.
Alicia chuckled. “You’re probably right. I was a bit of a beast to her, wasn’t I?” A moment later, she reverted to type and added, “Her husband’s a politician. He’s got a mouth like a frog and he’s the most boring man I’ve ever met in my life. I considered pretending I had a chicken bone stuck in my throat just to get away from him, but Dependable Sally would no doubt have known how to perform the bloody Heimlich manoeuvre, so I had to keep smiling and nodding. I still haven’t a clue what he was blathering on about!”
Alicia chatted on, not needing much by way of reply, until Claudia finally drifted off into sleep. A couple of hours later, driven from her bed by the amount of liquid she’d consumed that day, Claudia made her way down the darkened corridor to the bathroom and back. Before settling back into bed she took a moment to stare out of the window, entranced by the full moon presiding over a clear, cloudless sky and the silver shards of light that danced on the tops of the waves.
The rugged coastline was every bit as beautiful as she remembered.
Author : fredbassett
Fandoms : Primeval & Enid Blyton’s Malory Towers Series
Rating : 15
Word Count : 11,300 in total. This part 2312.
Characters : From Primeval, mainly Claudia Brown, with appearances from other team members in the final part. From Malory Towers, Alicia Johns, Darrell Rivers, Sally Hope, Belinda, Bill, Clarissa, Miss Potts, Miss Peters and Miss Grayling.
Disclaimer : Not mine no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Claudia decides to attend a school reunion, but the weekend turns out slightly more eventful than she expects.
A/N : Written for
lukadreaming and many thanks to her for both the beta and the encouragement. Don’t worry if you haven’t read the books. No prior knowledge is needed. Just treat the others as a bunch of OCs. This is mainly a female-centric romp, with just a tiny smidgen of Claudia/Alicia in the final part. This story fits loosely into my main Stephen/Ryan series.* * * * *
Claudia’s car swept down the narrow Cornish lanes with the warm rays of the late afternoon sun glinting brightly off the silver paintwork of her Mazda MX-5. The traffic out of London had been light, but it had still been a long drive and she was looking forward to reaching her destination. She rounded a corner – a very familiar corner – and ahead saw a large square building, constructed out of grey stone, each corner set with a rounded, battlement-topped tower. The hill was actually a cliff overlooking the sea and the building was the boarding school where Claudia had spent six years of her life between the ages of 12 and 18.
When the letter had arrived announcing a school reunion for Claudia’s year, she’d almost consigned it straight to the bin – she’d enjoyed her time at school, but hadn’t kept up with any of her classmates, and get-togethers weren’t really her thing. Set against that was the fact that she hadn’t taken a break from the Anomaly project for longer than she cared to remember, and the idea of a weekend in Cornwall had been strangely attractive. Acting quickly, before she changed her mind, she’d emailed her acceptance to the headmistress’s secretary, asking the woman, whose name she didn’t recognise, to pass her best wishes to Miss Grayling.
Three months later she still hadn’t taken a break, in spite of all the promises she’d made to herself. Her electronic diary had dutifully provided a reminder at the beginning of the week and, much to her surprise, Lester hadn’t raised any objection to signing her holiday request form. In contrast, Cutter had seemed surprised that she had a life outside of the project and Abby had promptly quizzed her about life at a girls’ boarding school.
She’d gone into work for an hour on the Friday morning to check her email and let the early morning traffic subside, but at 10am, Lorraine had appeared with two packets of sandwiches for the journey, Ryan, with his customary, slightly formal politeness, had wished her a good weekend, Lyle had made a mildly salacious comment with the sort of grin that made it impossible to take offence, Connor had waved her off looking more excited for her than she actually felt and had told her cheerfully not to worry about them. Stephen, in his thoughtful but undemonstrative way, had stocked her car with two bottles of frozen water, which had provided blissfully cool drinks throughout the journey.
Claudia Brown was taking a weekend off, and she was determined to enjoy herself.
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The sunlight sparkled on the myriad windows set amidst the green of the creeper-clad stone and Malory Towers looked as much like a castle as Claudia remembered. Even after an absence of 12 years she still felt a flutter of excitement at the sight of the place that had been home to her for much of each year whilst her parents, both diplomats, had been abroad.
There were already several cars in the car park and she amused herself for a moment wondering if she could match the cars to the owners. The battered Range Rover with a dented rear door that had never seen the inside of a car wash in its life would belong to Bill Robinson, she had no doubt about that. Claudia pulled in next to a sensible Volvo that seemed a likely bet for Sally Hope’s transport but before she could indulge in any more guesswork, a bright red sports car swept in through the gates – too fast – and came to a halt next to her in a spray of gravel.
A dark-haired woman, dressed casually but elegantly, stepped out, saw Claudia and promptly let out a delighted shriek. “Claudia Brown! You haven’t changed a bit!”
Claudia smiled, thinking the same certainly couldn’t have been said for the other woman. Alicia Johns had never been one for clothes or make-up when they’d been at school, although a taste for fast, expensive cars certainly came as no surprise. Claudia glanced at the prancing horse logo and decided the object of her unrequited teenage crush must have done pretty well in life to be able to afford a Ferrari.
Alicia pulled her into a hug, planted a firm kiss on both cheeks and grinned. “So, what are you doing with yourself these days?”
“Home Office,” Claudia said with a smile. “Very boring, I’m afraid. What about you?” she added, even though she actually knew the answer to her own question.
“Barrister. Equally boring.” The laughter dancing in Alicia’s sharp brown eyes gave the lie to that statement.
Claudia very much doubted that anything about Alicia Johns could ever have been described as boring. Her friend had started out by reading English at St. Andrews, dropped out after a year to go travelling and then had returned to the UK to read law at Bristol. Claudia, who’d gone to Oxford immediately to study English, only later changing to law as Alicia had done, had to admit to herself that she’d probably never followed an impulse in her life – apart from when it had come to introducing herself to a certain irascible Scot by means of a kiss.
From Bristol, Alicia had gone into a set of chambers in Lincoln’s Inn. She now specialised in construction industry cases and appeared to be doing very well for herself and, as far as Claudia had been able to ascertain, was still unmarried. Claudia hadn’t been able to resist a small amount of cyber-stalking of some of her former school friends during the past week, but the details she’d picked up hadn’t really prepared her for the reality of Alicia Johns in the flesh. She was gorgeous, and made Claudia seem positively dowdy by comparison. For a moment, Claudia was back in the third form again, a mass of raging hormones, perpetually tongue-tied in the other girl’s presence.
With Alicia talking 19 to the dozen, they both grabbed small cases from the back of their cars and made their way up the main steps.
“Potty!” Alicia dropped her case and flung her arms unceremoniously around a tall, grey-haired woman who had been the house-mistress for North Tower, one of the four different houses in the school. Claudia had been a West Tower girl, the same as Alicia’s bosom friend, Betty Hill.
Miss Potts stepped back under the onslaught, her determined mouth breaking into one of her rare smiles. “Alicia Johns! You don’t improve, do you?”
“Mother sends her love,” said Alicia, and Claudia remembered that Alicia’s mother had also spent her schooldays at Malory Towers.
“Claudia,” Miss Potts said warmly, extending her hand, and Claudia felt a warm flush of surprise that the older woman even remembered her name. “It’s lovely to see you again. Eileen Pemberton’s just arrived. You were in West Tower with her, weren’t you? She hasn’t changed a bit.”
“Neither have you, Miss Potts” said Claudia, and meant it. She’d always thought of the somewhat stern Miss Potts as being in late middle age, but in fact the woman was probably no older than that now, and when she’d taught Claudia she’d probably been no more than her early thirties, the same age as Claudia was now.
Miss Potts’ eyes twinkled in a very familiar way. “I think it’s high time you both called me Sarah.”
“I didn’t realise you had a first name, Potty!” Alicia exclaimed, ducking nimbly away from the light swat that her former house-mistress aimed at her.
While they were still chatting, another three cars pulled into the driveway and soon the steps were thronged with women laughing, chatting and swopping abbreviated life histories until, with one of her well-remembered looks, Miss Potts shooed them all inside with instructions to pick up a room list and meet again in the courtyard for drinks after they’d all had the opportunity to freshen up.
The school secretary, whose name Claudia hadn’t recognised, but who was greeted by Alicia like another old friend, handed them both a guest list and told them that they’d all been allocated rooms in North Tower.
“That’s Dopey Doris,” Alicia hissed, as they made their way out of the main hall. “In East Tower, two years above us, don’t you remember her?”
Claudia had to confess that she didn’t. She glanced down at the guest list in her hand. “We’re sharing a room,” she exclaimed in surprise. “I thought you’d be in with Betty.”
“Not coming,” said Alicia airily. “One of her brats has gone down with something. She emailed me yesterday and said she’d have to cry off.”
Alicia had never overflowed with what might have been described as the milk of human kindness, and she’d never displayed much sympathy for anyone who didn’t enjoy her own rude good health, although a bad bout of measles just before their mock A Levels had mellowed her slightly. But even so, Claudia’s attempt to enquire in a little more detail into the heath of Betty’s offspring was dismissed with an airy wave of one long-fingered hand.
They were sharing a small guest room high up in North Tower, equipped with two twin beds, a small wardrobe and a chest of drawers. The nearest bathroom was at the end of the corridor. It seemed that the smaller rooms had been allocated on a first come, first served basis, and quite a few of the other attendees would be sharing their old dorm rooms on the floor below.
Her companion bounced up and down on the bed doing a passable impersonation of an excited first-year. Alicia’s enthusiasm was infectious, and Claudia just hoped she wasn’t going to disgrace herself by mooning after the other girl the way she was sure she’d done as a teenager.
After a brief pause for a wash and a change of clothes, they made their way downstairs and out into the Court, a large sunny area surrounded on all sides by the four limbs of the main building. In the middle was a large circle of green grass, sunk below the main courtyard, with stone seats set around the sloping sides. Claudia had fond memories of performing in many plays out there in the summer term. She’d never had Alicia’s talent for entertaining an audience, but her enjoyment of the various plays had led her to read English at Oxford, before a change of heart had taken her to law, although unlike her companion, she hadn’t chosen to practise in that field.
Trestle table had been set up along one wall of the building, and various members of staff were helping to hand around tall, fruit-laden, glasses of Pimms. Claudia took a long, refreshing drink and looked around, wondering how many people she would recognise. From the guest list tucked into her handbag, she knew that there were actually more girls from North Tower here than any other, with West Tower – her own house – being particularly under-represented.
It wasn’t difficult to recognise Darrell Rivers, who’d been Head Girl in Claudia’s final year, and her great friend Sally Hope. Darrell still sported a head of dark, curly hair and a hail-fellow-well-met smile. Sally still wore her hair long, although her single plait was far less severe than the pig-tails she’d worn at school. They both greeted Claudia and Alicia with hugs and a barrage of questions, and Claudia felt herself slipping back into the shadow of the other girls – as she still thought of them – listening, rather than participating. But it had been a long drive, she reminded herself.
The drink was plentiful, so was the buffet supper, and by the time Claudia made her excuses and headed up the winding staircase to the top floor of North Tower she had to admit that she was more than a little tipsy. She’d just had time to brush her teeth and don an overly large teeshirt to sleep in when the door was flung open to admit Alicia. A whirlwind of activity followed for the next ten minutes as Alicia dashed up and down the corridor and finally got ready for bed. Claudia did her best to avert her eyes from the sight of Alicia’s long, tanned limbs and athletic body. Finally, temptation, dressed in a skimpy top and cropped pants, hurled itself under the bedcovers like a puppy into a basket.
“Well, none of them have changed much!” Alicia announced, clearly not in the least bit sleepy, even though it was well after midnight. “Sally Hope is still as dull as ever.”
“You haven’t forgiven her for being made Head of Form in the Second Year,” laughed Claudia, in the darkness.
Alicia chuckled. “You’re probably right. I was a bit of a beast to her, wasn’t I?” A moment later, she reverted to type and added, “Her husband’s a politician. He’s got a mouth like a frog and he’s the most boring man I’ve ever met in my life. I considered pretending I had a chicken bone stuck in my throat just to get away from him, but Dependable Sally would no doubt have known how to perform the bloody Heimlich manoeuvre, so I had to keep smiling and nodding. I still haven’t a clue what he was blathering on about!”
Alicia chatted on, not needing much by way of reply, until Claudia finally drifted off into sleep. A couple of hours later, driven from her bed by the amount of liquid she’d consumed that day, Claudia made her way down the darkened corridor to the bathroom and back. Before settling back into bed she took a moment to stare out of the window, entranced by the full moon presiding over a clear, cloudless sky and the silver shards of light that danced on the tops of the waves.
The rugged coastline was every bit as beautiful as she remembered.
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Date: 2010-08-19 08:48 pm (UTC)This was fabulous!! I think i read it too fast to enjoy it properly, it was like the first day after spring term!! *runs around*
Claudia has a silver MX-5?? I think I'm in love :p Rather jealous of the amazing Alicia... *wideeyes*
*squeal more*
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Date: 2010-08-20 08:04 am (UTC)LOL, you are such a car-whore. *g*
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Date: 2010-08-19 09:49 pm (UTC)"In contrast, Cutter had seemed surprised that she had a life outside of the project and Abby had promptly quizzed her about life at a girls’ boarding school. " < *titters* That's those two, alright! Especially Cutter, the dear.
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Date: 2010-08-19 10:23 pm (UTC)This is so awesome! The MT characters are perfect. And I love the team send-off . . .
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Date: 2010-08-20 11:27 am (UTC)*runs off to dig out her own copies of the Mallory Towers books*
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Date: 2010-08-20 09:06 pm (UTC)Malory Towers is great fun. I loved all the girls.
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Date: 2010-08-22 01:05 am (UTC)Awwww for the ARC team send off *G*
I read a lot of Enid Blyton as a kid but never the MT ones. Alicia sounds like she's going to be all kinds of fun.
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Date: 2010-11-02 05:56 pm (UTC)Looking forward to the rest of this even though I don't think I ever read Malory Towers. Not enough Claudia-centric stuff in this fandom!!!
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Date: 2010-11-02 06:34 pm (UTC)I absolutely adored writing a Claudia and female centric fic like this. I hope you enjoy the rest! Knowing the books isn't really necessary, as they're all 'grown up' now. For a given value of grown up, of course.
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