Talk about Magical Mysteries

Into the Liverpool Mansion

A/N: "-o-" for The Beatles, and "-oo-" for Wizards

Ah timeline... this has no set timeline as to when it is situated in, as it is almost a fantasy fiction. I'm thinking around 1966-1968 since the Magical Mystery Tour and Yellow Submarine were released then.

I know Brian is not... but I couldn't. I was previously writing this thinking about the 1965 time, when Help! was released.

Thank you all for reading~ Next chapter likely comes out tomorrow. If not, then Saturday.

Without further ado..~

-o-

Today was the day they go and meet Fred. Paul figured they drop the honourific since he wasn't even sure if it was Old Fred or Young Fred. He was young to some, Old to many of them, and the majority felt it was Old, so he'd have to sit with it. He started to wonder if they were going to meet that little Ph.D Jeremy Hillary Boob sometime in their travels. He was the one who truly stopped the Blue Meanies when they were invading Pepperland...

Perhaps he wouldn't, seeing as he belonged to Sergeant Pepper's realm.

Which brought him to another thought altogether. He was sure he and the boys had a good night's rest, yet he still felt so exhausted, as if he hadn't slept for a second, instead he was reading something that if he were to think about it was illegible. He couldn't figure it out, and since it was the third day of this, he was starting to grow irritated by it. Why wasn't he able to figure out what was going on in his lost hours of the days? Shouldn't he have been dreaming and then waking up, recalling that he had a dream of some sort, feel refreshed for a new day?

He felt like he expended so much energy and then watched it go nowhere. Maybe a Vampyre came to his bed every night and sapped him of all energy the reason why he could barely move a muscle. It was getting old to be playing ill. He was not sick, he didn't need help. He was fine, he was just getting lazy by the holidays on tour.

That's right.. there's no other logical explanation.

He picked himself off the bed and went to get ready with the others, trying his hardest to show an improvement from earlier, which he was definitely not feeling. There was a little distant pain he was feeling, but blinked it away upon checking himself in the restroom.

-oo-

"Yoko's in battle? What do you mean?" John's stream of questions broke like a faulty floodgate. "Who is she fighting? Why can't we see who they are up against!?"

Paul couldn't concentrate, clenching his teeth so hard it was a wonder how it wouldn't chip. Hands on the sides of his head, fingers balling into fists, he released deep breaths. It was a silent presence, so deep and concentrated, but he was relieved that George was the one standing behind the three, studying the markings on the enchantment. It helped him wrap his head around what was more important, clearing the distractions that often occupied his mind.

"John, please..." He massaged his temple.

John almost looked like he was going to cry, and Paul understood the sentiment completely, having almost fallen apart thinking the worst happened to Linda. They already lost their mums, their dads somewhere away from them to avoid meeting the same fate, Cynthia, Jane, Maureen and Pattie unfortunately setting an example to their careless nature.... Paul wanted to bunch John in his arms and weep with him about it, but he knew crying would do nothing. Mourning the loss and not doing anything to prevent future loss was not the way to go. He couldn't do that.