This Doesn't Happen in Real Life

Chapter 20: All Hallows Eve Mayhem

I had a plan.

Possibly not a very good plan but a plan none the less.

October 31st was quickly approaching and that meant Halloween: I’d never really celebrated Halloween before but this year was a little bit different than times past. Basically all the BBC people threw a party on one show’s set and everyone would dress up (if they were an actor they weren’t allowed to be their character though; weeeell they were but that was generally discouraged) and it’d be a great big get-together.

This year they were having the party on the Merlin set because it was the show’s last season so I suppose everyone wanted to say goodbye or some such thing (I was still dreading the finale; Colin had told me it would require many Kleenexes, which scared me). I was an actress this year so I was invited. After much pondering I’d decided to go as the 10th Doctor and see what people said.

But I also had decided that when I saw Bradley and Eoin there I would pull them aside if possible and inquire about those thrice blasted flowers I’d received! So I had my plan completely laid out and though I am fully aware of its simplicity and lack of Sherlockian ingenuity I thought it’d work fine. I just hoped they wouldn’t deny everything… That’d make things slightly more difficult but knowing those jokers they’d be pleased I’d figured it out and be legitimately delighted to finish up their “oh-so-brilliant” scheme.

So I bided my time. My flowers started wilting making the already dark flowers appear even creepier (I may or may not have done a gothic style photo shoot including them at that point… but that is aside the point). I kept going to filming every day and was excited as we got closer to the end of it because then I could probably go back to the US for at least a few months (ok. Yes. I missed home and my friends there some of the time. I was a 16 year old girl who loved her home, can you blame me?), but of course I loved the acting as usual.

One day David asked me what my costume was going to be for the Halloween party and I gave him a near identical answer to Katie’s: I grinned impishly and told him he’d have to wait and see. Each new day brought the same routine; get up, call mom to chat while I ate breakfast, do a bit of schoolwork, get ready for the day, go to filming, do more schoolwork, go home, read a book, fall asleep with said book on my face or my chest, and then wake up and repeat. It was Saturday, the party was Wednesday. I only had to wait four days and a wake-up (as my Dad would say) until my mystery was solved and over with and I was more curious than anything.

Saturday: (We had to film that day) Nothing interesting happened except literally running into Tom Hiddleston… He apologized profusely while I blushed and stammered my own apologies (It was my own clumsy fault not his…. I think he was there to see Benedict or something) and he insisted on escorting me to wherever I’d “been so rushed to get to” just to make sure I was completely alright. People. Don’t. Exaggerate. When. Speaking. Of. Tom. Hiddleston. As. Sweeter. Than. 200. Tons. Of. Sugar.

Sunday: I went to church. Then I finished the painting of Colin that I’d started after taking the sunset picture of him the day I was at his flat. My favorite characters died again (it still happens no matter how much you reread the book, yell at it, or yelp and throw it across the flat and into the Fires of Pompeii). That was about it that day.

Monday: I was allowed to start doing my own stunts and fighting scenes again at long last. I probably could’ve done it the week before but I think David noticed I had started keeping Tylenol in my bag as a precaution and held off allowing me to do action-related things.

Tuesday: I made a new friend on the train named Melody who reminded me of my old art teacher and she was really sweet. As it turns out she just moved so she took a different route to get to work (she was an office worker at some company I didn’t know) so I now had a bus buddy every day!