They’re in a bar, and Darcy is soliciting kisses for her, looking extremely uncomfortable the entire time. Three weeks later, Lizzie still can’t believe that this is something Fitzwilliam Darcy, of all people, thought of. “Don’t worry, Lizzie, I’ll figure something out,” he promises. Which means she’s stuck like a frog forever. And since he doesn’t love her anymore, she probably doesn’t have a true love. But, if anyone is her true love, it has to be Darcy. She’s figured it’s her punishment for being so mean to him in the first place. She’s been in love with him for an entire year. Even though they became friends six months later, he hasn’t brought it up since, and Lizzie’s pretty sure he’s over it. The awkward part about this business is that Darcy had loved Lizzie, a year and a half ago, and Lizzie had turned around and laughed in his face when he confessed. You! she wants to yell, but she can’t, so she just croaks. “Any romantic prospects I don’t know about?” “Right, of course you had to get cursed with a TLK,” he groans.
Everyone knows what that pink light means. There’s a flash of pink light in the air, and Darcy slumps back in his chair with a sigh. I really hope it’s not, but if it isn’t, we have to track down that warlock, okay?”ĭarcy mutters an incantation and waves his wand over Lizzie. “There’s one last thing I think it could be. Three hours and eight books later, Darcy reaches for his wand. “We’ll figure out what’s wrong with you, don’t worry.” “Well, never mind, it’s too late now.” Darcy opens the first book in the pile. “I don’t care if he was being stupid, warlocks are notorious for not having any real control over their powers!”
“I told you not to upset him.” Lizzie starts to croak in protest, but Darcy cuts her off. He ends the call and sits in his chair, leveling his glare at Lizzie. I haven’t figured it out yet, but she’s a frog.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. I found her.” He dumps the books on his desk. He sighs and turns his attention back to his phone. Lizzie jumps up and down, croaking with excitement. “What do you mean she’s missing? Of course I haven’t -” He stops abruptly and looks up. He balances the books precariously in one hand as he answer it. Just as Darcy finally lugs the rather large stack of books back to his desk, his phone rings. She doesn’t know what that warlock cursed her with, just that he did because they had gotten into an argument in her class about Magical Species Classification (werewolves are people not creatures). He begins to look over his bookcases, pulling down books he thinks will help, and Lizzie watches him with a sigh. Well, unfortunately for you, I know a great deal of people, so we’re going to have to think of a slightly more complicated system of communication.” “And I take it I know who you are, outside of your, em, frogginess?” “I take it you’re not originally a frog, then? One croak for no, two for yes.” She doesn’t think she could recreate that if she tried.ĭarcy chuckles as he picks her up and places her back on the desk. Lizzie puffs out her throat in defense, and then falls off the desk in surprise. “I thought you were going to spend the rest of the day asleep.” “Good afternoon, there.” Darcy peers down at her over his glasses. She must doze off on the journey, because the next thing she knows she’s getting poked with a stick, and jumps about ten feet in the air.
Lizzie sags with relief against Georgie’s hand, exhausted from an afternoon of jumping. “I suppose I should take you to my brother, then, since it seems you’re unable to talk.” Georgie holds out her hand so Lizzie can jump on to it. “Oh, hello, what have we here?” Georgie coos as she opens the window. They might shoo her away, but Georgie should be able to recognize a magical creature. Thankfully, it’s Georgie who spots her first, instead of one of the servants. Unfortunately, she can’t do much more than that, so it’s a while before somebody notices her. Which brings us back to where she currently is, hopping up and down on the windowsill of a hallway at Pemberley. After a disastrous beginning, they’d slowly stopped fighting with one another and, after he apologized to Charles for breaking up his relationship with Jane, began enjoying each other’s company instead. It was an astonishment to everyone, including her, when she’d come to that realization, but it was true all the same. It also helps that he’s pretty much her best friend now, since Charlotte moved to be an apprentice to Mr. Yeah, she should probably go to Jane or even her father, but her father is better with potions, and Jane with charms, and this is definitely a curse, so to Darcy she’ll go. The first person that comes to mind once Lizzie gets turned into a frog is Fitzwilliam Darcy.