"Why do we have to talk?" Septimus asked Beetle back at the Wizard Tower.

"It's important; it's a pressing issue." Beetle responded.

Septimus pondered about it then said, "Okay, let's spend it over some FizzFroot."

As Beetle and Septimus walked back to the Manuscriptorium, Jenna was trying her best to get her mother's ghost of her room.

"I don't know why you're even here. You never talked to me and now you decide to." Jenna had said, angrily.

"The Time was never Right, you must know this." Cerys almost pleaded.

Jenna looked at her and asked, "What do you want then?"

"I believe there is a boy who fancies you. I saw him yesterday near the Manuscriptorium." Cerys responded.

Jenna thought for a moment then said, "Ugh, Beetle? Are you mad? He's far too old for me and he is only but a friend!"

"No, no! He was different, I can't remember!" Cerys put her hands on her forehead trying to remember.

Jenna smugly responded, "Take your time, we have all day."

"We most definitely do not have all day." Septimus replied to Beetle over at the Manuscriptorium. "You and I both have work to do. And I have to go visit Syrah. We're not 15 anymore Beetle, you must understand this. We have bigger responsibilities.

"I know, I know, I''ll make this as clear and brief as possible." Bettle replied, rather nervously.

"Spit it out then!"

"Uhhh, stop visiting Syrah."

"Why?" Septimus asked worriedly.

Beetle paused then said, "Because you don't fancy her mate. I can see it in your eyes, the way you look at her."

Sep look surprised at his friend. "What do you mean?"

"You only visit Syrah, because you think you gotta." Beetle then shook his head. "But you don't. She don't need you anymore."

Sep continued to stare at his friend, dumbfounded.

"And Rose is history. And she's happy." Beetle then paused and said, "But you're not."

Septimus thought about what his friend was saying. Everything he had said was true, thus far. Then he replied, "What am I supposed to do then? Who else do I have?"

Beetle looked nervously at the ground and looked up to his side, without looking at his friend, muttered faintly, "Jen."