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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |
Prologue Part 1 So it could have been loud, I guess. Probably was, with Arc whining and moaning about nothing in particular and Cida screaming her lungs out. |
1,391 | 5 |
| 2 |
Prologue Part 2 We were having a party tonight. We weren’t exactly celebrating anything, but I guess you could call it a party. No, no, party sounds too exciting. Try soiree. Or fete. Or banquet. Or ultra-boring-pureblood-get-together. Try that one. |
1,351 | 3 |
| 3 |
Sandy B No signs of intelligent life around, like before. And no, little boys don’t count as intelligent life. I should know. I smiled at the little boy to try and convince him that I came in peace. He smiled back. |
976 | 2 |
| 4 |
St Mungo's I dropped my gaze to the floor. I didn’t want to see this without dreamless sleep potion. Or a Memory Charm. Or maybe therapy. |
1,358 | 2 |
| 5 |
No Dessert "What are you on about? Starting to stare?" I asked incredulously. "They been staring at us like . . . like . . . like we’re some sort of box office hit!" |
936 | 3 |
| 6 |
Getting On A Stool With Dignity Is Hard Arc looked at me like I had lost my mind and it was dancing around the compartment on little legs, occasionally shaking its rear. I ignored him. Most of the time it’s the best thing to do with Arcturus Chiu. |
1,498 | 1 |
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