That’s what they’ll say, in the end: Dr. John Shen swooped Mel up, out of Langdon’s grasp. Good for him. Good for her, finally fucking higher on the food chain.

Or,

John asks Mel out on a date mid-Langdon turmoil.

After Edward’s proposal, Elinor finds her happiness reaches new heights.

The Crofts never came to Kellynch-hall as tenants, and so Frederick Wentworth never returned to the neighbourhood in the year fourteen. A decade and a half later, when his brother is appointed to the living at Uppercross, he and Anne finally meet again.

Mabel Mora and three holiday seasons with Theo Dimas.

The English class system is complicated, even before one considers its hierarchical werewolf components.

“You don’t have to sign,” she says, and means it. “We can try beta blockers again. Sedation. Ice baths. Whatever gets you through the next few hours.”

Abbot seems to consider it, then reaches for the tablet, quickly scribbling something vaguely resembling a signature before handing it back to her.

“I’d rather not die in front of you if I can help it,” he says. “Also, I’ve wanted to fuck you since that night you left a Lancet editorial in my mailbox with a sticky note that said ‘this is your fault.’”

“Remember how you used to like me?”

Robby turns to her. His thumb is braced against the lip of his beer, wet. “Do I remember?” he echoes.

It’s something she’s considered before of course, but recently Victoria has been giving a lot of thought to losing her virginity.

Javadi rounds the bases.

“Here, take this,” Shen says, and hands her a joint.

Victoria stares down at her palm. “Drugs are illegal,” she informs him.

Javadi smokes weed with her attending physician.

“But I just wish, I’d like, done something stupid when I was younger, you know. Like, in thirty years, I’m gonna tell my kids that I spent my twenties stitching people up? That’s it?”

“I can help with stupid,” Shen says. “That’s what they call me in for. I specialize in stupid.”

“We’re friends,” Mel says, “and we’re carpooling,” which seems simpler than explaining that they’re also bedpooling.

"You have my credentials in there like it's a CV, you weirdo! All that you're missing is my NPI number!"

"Well, how do you have me saved on your phone?" Walsh opens her contact card for him and flips the screen around so he can see Jack Abbot, ER douche. Frowning, he asks, "How is that better? If anything, it might be worse!"

"At least it doesn't look like I hacked LinkedIn for your personal information."

She makes a noncommittal noise and shrugs, but it’s a strangely graceless gesture, like she’s not controlling it. Not boredom, then: adrenaline. Keyed-up, not uninterested.

Abbot is all restraint, all talk and no bite. Samira knows he’s been flirting with her, because she’d discovered weeks ago she’s been flirting right back.

And if you think about it -

Eight months is a long time with just her fingers.

“Jack.” Samira says and the reaction it elicits immediately sets her heart pounding. Dr. Abbot - Jack - inhales sharply, eyes widening. He takes a step forward, pure instinct driven, before stopping himself. And, oh. There’s a power that she suddenly feels, coursing through her veins and setting her blood on fire.

“Walk me home?”

“It would be very irresponsible of our husbands and wives to let us go wandering, in what must be an enchanted forest, without their close supervision. It’s nearly certain that we are married to each other.”

Marianne Dashwood, now Mrs. Brandon, celebrates her first Christmas as the mistress of Delaford House–and as a bride.

She had dreamed of this, in those short heady days when her heart had been alive with love and hope for them, before her father—before Lady Russell—before the look in Frederick’s eyes while she broke his heart became the worst thing she had ever seen. She’d imagined herself coming home to visit, Mrs. Wentworth, an honored guest in her father’s house.

Well. She was an honored guest in her father’s house, even if her father wasn’t her host.

When the teachers of Abbott start a betting pool around when Gregory and Janine will get engaged, can the two of them turn the tables?

When Henry Tilney left Bath the first time he did not know he had begun his career as a hero.

Excerpts from the Harvard Law Bulletin 2004-2024.