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A Reviewing Reader: First off, I'm really not that great of an author. My writing is mediocre at best but I have an amazing beta (Bubbles of Angst) who improves it so much. And you are a really good author. I have to go back to reading your story! I'm sorry I've been super duper busy but I will find time to read and review it! Oh and I went to the midnight premiere of Deathly Hallows Part 2! So friggin' awesome!

Izzi08: I figured you would like it, seeing as there's Jara…and you love Jara. Yes, very awkward. I did say suggestive comments in the summary though…

Disclaimer: I don't own House of Anubis.

I opened the door to my and Nina's room, my cheeks still burning slightly.

Nina had unpacked the majority of her stuff, made her bed, and hung up a poster for some American band. Her bedspread was a bright lime green that hurt to look at.

"What do you think?" She asked, holding her hands out to her half of the room.

"It looks…nice." I said, trying to hold back my disgust at the tacky bedspread.

"Nice?" She repeated, raising her eyebrows at me.

"Well, I like the pictures of you and your Gran, and the ones of all of us from last year. The poster is okay …it's just that bedspread!"

"What about it?" She said, looking a little defensive. She walked over to her bed and smoothed it out.

"It's so…bright! And…a little tacky, Nins." I said, trying to give her a smile, even though I was completely insulting her style.

"I guess you're right. There's a pattern on the other side, I'll just flip it over." She replied, shrugging.

I smiled and crouched beside my bed, reaching for my scrapbook box. I pulled out the sparkly pink box and plopped it on my bed. I sat down next to it and took of the lid, revealing 6 scrapbooks: 5 blank and one half full already.

The half full one was marked: Fabian and Nina (Fabina). I began to work on it, adding glitter glue to pages and pasting in pictures I hadn't had time to put in over the summer.

I put the scrapbook back in the box and lied down on my bed with my back facing up.

"Hey, Nins?" I asked, kicking my feet in the air behind me.

"Yea?" She replied, looking up from whatever it was she was doing on her laptop.

"Do…do you think it's possible for someone to fancy an ex again?" I asked, chipping my nail polish off my thumb with my other nail.

She was not expecting this question, obviously. She quickly shut her laptop and sat criss-cross on my bed.

"Are we talking about Mick?" She asked, stroking my hair.

I just nodded as a few tears slipped down my cheek.

"Well, I know he broke up with Mara because she texted me about it on the last day-"

"Am I the only one who didn't know about it until today?" I asked, cutting Nina off. I mean, I'm never kept out of the loop. I'm like the center of all gossip. How could I have not been told?

"Yeah, probably." Nina laughed a little and continued to play with my hair.

I looked away from her and stared at the floor. To tell the truth, I was kind of embarrassed about falling for Mick again. After all the problems we had last year, it's a wonder I'm even friends with him.

"So, you like Mick again?" She asked, saying it softly. I didn't respond. "You know, it's nothing to be ashamed of. I've dated some of my ex-boyfriends multiple times. It's really common, actually. Feelings linger after you've been in a relationship with a person."

I sniffled and wiped away my tears. "Really? You've really gone out with your ex boyfriends a couple times?"

"Really." She said smiling and then jumping off my bed. "C'mon, it must be almost supper time. Let's get you cleaned up." She offered me her hand.

I grabbed it and grinned as she pulled me off the bed. I went over to my vanity and began fixing my make up. My mascara had run down my face a little but it wasn't majorly messed up.

I was about to pull my hair into a bun when I noticed a small section of it had been braided off to the side. That's what Nina was doing when she was playing with my hair. I smiled and left it there.

Nina and I headed down to the table to see everyone but Alfie already sitting down and eating.

"Why didn't anyone get us?" I asked, a little annoyed.

"I went to go get you but you guys seemed like you were in deep conversation." Fabian said, giving me a half smile.

At least he didn't tell everyone I was crying.

I mouthed a 'THANK YOU!' to him. He gave me a sympathetic smile.

"It is freaking pouring out there!" Alfie shouted from the foyer.

Everyone rushed up from the table to give Alfie a hug. He was soaked so we all got wet in the process. But we were all too happy to care.

"Not that I didn't miss you guys too, but can you let go of me? I'm starving!" Alfie asked, giving us a puppy dog pout.

"In that case; everyone move towards the table!" Jerome exclaimed.

We all shuffled while staying in the group hug, causing everyone to stumble and burst into laughter. We finally reached the table and released Alfie.

"FREEDOM!" Alfie shouted and then began scarfing down spaghetti, getting sauce everywhere.

"Ew! Alfie that's disgusting!" Mara squealed after some of his sauce had splattered onto her shirt.

"Well," Mick said while shrugging "At least they're not starting another food fi-"

Mick was cut off by a forkful of spaghetti flying across the table and hitting the side of Fabian's head.

"I spoke too soon." Mick muttered.

"Sorry, Fabian. It was necessary. I was tired of seeing you and Nina snog at the supper table." Jerome smirked, putting his fork back onto his plate.

I can't blame Jerome for doing that. Nina and Fabian were snogging at the table.

"Bloke, that was hilarious!" Alfie said. Or at least, I think that's what he said. It's kind of hard to tell when he's chewing, laughing, and talking at the same time.

"Alfie! Please don't talk with your mouth full." Trudy said, entering the room.

Alfie closed his mouth and kept silent for the remainder of the meal.

After supper, Nina and I headed back up to our room. Nina said she wanted to organize her school stuff so she'd be ready to go tomorrow morning. I decided it was a smart idea and did the same.

"Nina? Should I use the sparkly pink binder for French or History?" I asked, looking up from the pile of folders, notebooks and binders on my bed.

"Which subject do you like better?" She asked, while putting white lined paper into her English binder.

"History, but only because Jason is adorable." I said, giggling.

Nina laughed. "Then you should use it for History because you like it better, no matter what the reason is."

I nodded and continued organizing my stuff. I started thinking about how fun this year was going to be, when I realized we had no mystery. Last year that was my life 24/7. Work on the mystery, try to stop Rufus Zeno and the creepy teachers, make plans to save Joy. Repeat.

"What are we going to do this year?" I asked, exasperated.

"Schoolwork?" Nina replied, giving me a puzzling look.

"No, I mean there's no more mystery. We won't have exciting trips to the attic and the basement and we won't get to figure out more clues. There's no more Sibuna." I said, almost tearing up.

"We will always have Sibuna. Yeah, we solved the mystery but that doesn't mean Sibuna is over. Who knows? Maybe a new mystery will pop up this year." Nina said, giving me a small smile.

I smiled back and thought Maybe this year won't be so bad after all.

Hmm how is this? The story will begin unfolding soon…for the time being I'm still mapping things out and placing random hints of foreshadowing…go back when I finish the story and see if you can find them (; What were your favorite parts of Deathly Hallows Part 2? Mine was probably when Voldemort awkwardly hugged Draco…LMAO! Well, have a stellar week! (I'll try to update once a week)

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