(A/N: R&R, enjoy!)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own HoA

Patricia's POV

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Eddie Miller kept on distracting me from my work. I had to get this done in less than 30 minutes if I wanted to go down to the cellar today again. It wasn't like he was talking to me or anything – his sin was… cuteness… Damn. I quickly look down at my French as he glances towards me.

I quickly finished off the last 2 questions – more like scribbled down nonsense and I whipped out my phone and texted Emma.

BOLD AND UNDERLINE = PATRICIA. ITALICS = EMMA

6:32pm

Hey where r u? Can't seem to c u anywhere…

6:40pm

Oh, I'm up in the attic. DON'T COME UP HERE – too risky. I'll b ryt down.

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Gosh. What makes her think she can handle it? Just then, I hear the familiar sound of the click coming from upstairs. I clear my throat on purpose, so the others couldn't hear it. Yea – no one was involved in this whole mystery-solving thing yet. Emma only found out because I was talking in my sleep. Just then, she appears at the bottom of the stairs. I quickly get off the couch and run up to her.

"Why the HELL would you go up there without my permission?" I scream-whisper.

"Trish, I don't need your permission to do something," she says, rolling her eyes. I shrug.

"So? Anything worth knowing? Or just a whole bunch of crab?" I asked. Swearing was not tolerated in the house, so I used similar words instead to express myself.

"Crab," she said, winking. I give her a confused look. She motions with her eyes for me to turn around. I do so.

I groan. "Ug, what do you want?" I ask him. Eddie. Standing right there, with his arms crossed. I heard Emma chuckle behind me. She wanted him and me to be together… so… She was the one who was always getting excited. On the outside, I found this irritating and a waste of time, but I knew that deep down, inside, I wanted to call him mine.

"I," he began. "Would like the attention of you two ladies," he said, grinning.

"Go burst, Slimeball," I said, smirking. "That'd never happen,"

"Aw, that's too bad," Eddie said, sarcastically. "Because-" he's cut off by Trudy, our House Mum calling us for supper.

"Later, Slimeball," I said, walking away with Emma by my side.

At the dinner table

"Patricia, can you please pass the salt?" Eddie asked, looking up at me.

"Why?" I asked, deciding to play around a little.

"Because my meatballs aren't salty enough…" he said.

"Ug," I groan and pass him the salt.

"Gee, sorry to put you through that trouble, babe," he said, getting me back at my own game. I stand up, reaching out for a juice jug. Emma quickly pulls me back.

"Count youself lucky, American boy," I growled. "Never call me that again," I said, shooting him death glares. The whole table was looking at me in amazement – I don't usually hold back. Even Emma was looking at me in shock. I just shrug and continue eating.

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"It is 10 o'clock. You have 5 minutes precisely, then I WANT TO hear a pin… drop…" Victor did his infamous curfew speech. I ran upstairs to my bedroom and shut the door. Emma was already in there, getting our stuff ready – torches, a backpack in-case we couldn't get out early, etc. Damn, what would I do without her?

"Thanks Em," I say, smiling. She just stares at me. Right… I'm not the kind to say 'thanks' or 'I'm sorry'…

"Well c'mon then! It's not like we have the whole night!" she says, and opens our door.

(A/N: So what did you guys think of it? :D Review! I decided to do the prequel first… Hope you don't hate me! PS: The chapters WILL get better! I promise…)