04
By: Banana Flavored Eskimo
Rough Translations:
Ina - Mother (Lakota)
Silaada - Soldier (Apache)
Kwáshkwash - Bluejay (Quileute)
Piccola - *endearment* honey, darling *litteral translation* little girl (Italian)
Fratello - Brother (Italian)
Bambina - *endearment* baby girl (Italian)
Tory - an American colonist that sided with the British during the Revolutionary War (slang)
"You really trust a pack of flea-ridden mongrels to keep their word?"
Seth's lips pulled back, showcasing a row of razor sharp teeth as he growled lowly at the blonde female vampire that had spoken. Hair standing on end, it was only the soft gentle grip of his imprint the prevented him from lunging at that parasite.
There we go baby bro. Glad that you've still got that healthy dislike for vitamin V. Was worried there for a sec you were getting soft.
And just like that, Seth felt himself calm. Despite her unorthodox approach, he recognized his sister's tactic to distract him and reroute his anger. Although what she said could be jarring at times, like the time she decided mentally to send him images of her excursion to a drug store and contemplating the differences between different tampon brands, she did have a knack for distracting someone from their anger.
He spared a glance at the sleek wolf beside him and nodded his head in thanks. No matter what, his sister would always have his back.
"Rosalie," came the chastising voice of Esme Cullen. Always the mediator, the maternal vampire was constantly making sure her "children" did not cross the line. Especially her hot headed daughter, Rosalie.
Rosalie did not even bother to look apologetic and simply scoffed as she tossed her mane of impossibly long, perfect blonde tresses over her shoulder. The action was so effortless, yet still looked ridiculously flawless.
Leah wanted to shave her head. Let's see how uppity that blonde leech was without her precious golden mane.
Seth simple snorted, the action jarring his tiny imprint as she simply curled her fingers in his thick fur and nuzzled her face against his leg.
Edward and Bella observed their child as she practically melted into the side of the large lupine next to her. The giant wolf sensed his imprint's need and crouched down to make himself easily accessible to her grabby fingers.
Bella thought it was entirely too adorable. Seth had always been so wonderfully caring and optimistic. He was also a bit emphatic, knowing what others needed in order to help smooth over tensions and make sure everyone continued smiling - well at least when Rosalie wasn't baiting him.
"Great, now that we're all settled and ready to braid each other's hair, where the ever loving fuck are the other fu- um…," Peter trailed off seeing the hostile look almost everyone sent his way for his use of foul language in front of a child. "I mean…," he continued off after stepping back behind his petite wife, who frowned at him in a way that could only be translated into him sleeping alone for the next few months. "Um… yea… forget it."
Eleazar sent his old friend a pensive look. "Carlisle, are you sure they will come?"
The head of the Cullen family peered cautiously into the tree line before them. "They are the one's that called this meeting and they would not harm us. Their sister pack is present."
"Chin up mate. They'll be here on time."
All present turned towards the new voice only to find a young red headed male - a young human red headed male - dressed casually in trousers and a soft wool green jumper standing rather nonchalantly to the side. He had his hands in his pockets and looked like he had no care in the world as he grinned rather boyishly at the collection of supernatural beings before him.
A soft pop rang throughout the quiet clearing as another male with raven hair that stuck up in a wild disarray appeared out of nowhere and began scolding the redhead. "Bloody hell George. You can't just sneak up on a bunch of vampires and two shifters! You could have gotten killed," ranted the newcomer, his hands flying this way and that.
"Oh, kinda like you just did there Harry?"
A blush stole across his cheeks and the group knew that he was very much human as well.
"Wizards," hissed Garrett, his body lowering into a defensive crouch as his dark eyes darted around the clearing in anticipation. He knew all about their kind. Fucking tories called on them to fight that unfair fight to aide those British bastards during the Revolutionary war! They took out many good men.
The elder vampires gathered took a cautious step back as their muscles tensed involuntarily. Magical beings were always a wild card. Human they may be, but so much more. With that mystery came a sense of danger because magicals had a bad habit of hexing first and asking questions later.
"I really wish you had not gone ahead of me," called another slightly accented voice as they broke free from the tree line and stood a good distance away from the group in order not to cause any more distress.
Alice stared at the male vampire. His lithe frame dressed smartly in a neatly pressed suit that looked out of place in the middle of nature. "Sanguini?"
"Ah bambina, so good of you to remember me. It has been ages since you've been to Milan. And Jasper, how are you?"
Jasper allowed himself to relax as he spread that feeling of calm around the entire clearing. Now that he knew what he was up against, it settled his nerves and allowed him to be a little more at ease, but not completely. Never completely. He was a soldier first and would always be on guard. "Sanguini," he drawled in that low southern tone that had the Delani sisters in a twitter.
Alice sent the females a withering glare. They were a bunch of shameless sluts. They knew that Jasper was hers.
Jasper simply purred at his aggitated mate, part of him incredibly aroused at her jealously. It was ridiculous really. She was his and he was hers. There was no need for feelings of envy, but it did make him feel mighty proud to have such a possessive little mate.
"Excuse us," called the raven haired human with startling emerald green eyes. "We didn't mean to barge in like this, but George," he gestured to the redhead at his side," is rather impatient and could not wait for Sanguini to introduce us properly. I apologize."
Liam was on edge, but remained outwardly calm. He remembered magicals. Being Irish, he and his coven confronted magicals regularly and he was very well acquainted with their culture. Nobody alive knew, but when he was human Liam was actually born a squib. A blight on the proud pureblooded family tree and cast out of his home for not being gifted with magic. The only one he had kept contact with was his younger sister Bláthnaid. She was gentle as a flower - her namesake - and loved her brother dearly. When he was bitten, Bláthnaid was there to help him temper his bloodlust and was always there to offer him help until she drew her last breath.
That was centuries ago and since then, he had withdrew from magical society, but he remembered. He remembered all of the literature about vampires and the hatred. Dear Merlin he remembered the hatred. Years had past, but magicals were always slow to change - much like vampires. He had serious doubts that their views on he and his kind were any different than they were during the Middle Ages.
"Calm yourself fratello," soothed Sanguini as he took his Garrett's almost feral visage and need to escape. "They are here to offer us aide."
"Aide?" Came Garret's echo of incredulity. "Magicals are notorious for wiping out our kind. They want to see us burn," he hissed. "And I am no brother of yours," he spat.
"That is a rather extremist point of view and I assure you we are not here to cause harm," came a new voice.
Peter jumped as he whirled around to find another redhead. This one stockier than the other with a wide barrel chest and tattoo's decorating his skin. "What the ever loving fuck?"
Even Esme could not fault him for his use of language because with that, two more males appeared. Another redhead and a brunette. This redhead was lithe - his body much ganglier than his counterparts - with thin spectacles and a rather pinched look on his face as he stared pensively at the scene before him. His companion was large, more muslce than fat, with pale skin and deep blue eyes that looked much too wise for his age.
"They're just popping up like daisies!" Exclaimed Emmett as he basically voiced what everyone else was thinking.
"Are you all insane? You can not just pop up out of nowhere near a group of vampires and shapeshifting wolves. You could have gotten killed," came the shrill voice of a redheaded female - surprise surprise, another ginger - as she stomped into the clearing from the tree line in righteous exasperation.
"Oh and screeching like a banshee won't cause them distress?" Questioned George was it? The first redhead.
All at once, everyone started to talk as the voices blended into one in confusion, accusation and hostility.
"ENOUGH."
Ben, who had been a quiet observer with the rest of his coven, searched around curiously for the loud authoritative voice. What he found actually intrigued him more than anything. A petite brunette made her way through the tree line accompanied by three large males and a group of wolves. Bringing up the rear was a willowy blonde who looked like she was dancing rather than walking.
The wolves were very much like their brethren that had accompanied them here. Oversized and intimidating. However, it was the brunette - the one who had spoken - that seemed to be the most intimidating of all.
"Ronald, come out here. We can not build trust if they do not know all of us," commanded the small brunette, her voice leaving no room for protest.
With that, another - and hopefully final - redhead popped into existence. His demeanor was somewhat surly and contrite as he looked at the small brunette. "Bloody hell Mione. Constant vigilance. Plus it was Harry's idea," he grumbled.
Harry, the only one of the magicals with black hair, backpedalled at being thrown under the bus. "What? Ron!"
"Boys," called the brunette.
"Sorry Mione," they chorused, looking properly chastised like kicked puppies.
"Honestly," she sighed.
For someone incredibly unassuming, she seemed to be the one with the most authority. There was something about her presence that had the other magicals standing up straighter and looking more alert. Yes, make no doubt, she was their leader or sorts.
"Piccola," breathed Sanguini as he sauntered up to the petite brunette. "You look ravishing," he commented all smooth dulcet tones and male swagger.
Two males growled at his words, flanking the petite brunette and causing Sanguini to back up in alarm. He wasn't stupid. Werewolves may be the mortal enemy of a vampire, but shapeshifting wolves were far more lethal. They held onto their minds and shifted at will. That made them far more dangerous than any moon shifting wolf.
The brunette smiled gently as she calmly placed her hand on the bicep of the large male to her right. Soft whispers in Quileute escaped her lips and intrigued the other two wolves not part of that pack. The one to her left, the largest and the one that had left the Cullen home earlier, glowered at the action. Hmmmm, was that dissonance in the ranks?
"I sense that now would be the best time for introductions. The billyweeds are glowing brightly. It's an auspicious sign," came a lofty voice that sounded somewhat dreamlike and distant.
"Luna is correct. My companions were not supposed to meet you like this, but George can be somewhat mischievous so please forgive them for startling you," said the brunette diplomatically.
Carlisle stepped forward, intrigued by the sudden turn of events, and nodded his head towards the wolves and the small brunette accompanying them. "Samuel. On behalf of my family, I thank you for being here today with your pack."
Sam, crossed his muscular arms across his wide chest, his deep brown eyes pensive as he observed the large collection of vampires before him. He would not be here if it were not for his kwáshkwash. She was the only reason for his presence and willingness to cooperate with these bloodsuckers.
Edward shook his head and Sam leveled him with s steely glare. Stay out of my head leech!
"Jacob had explained the situation days ago and we were reluctant to agree. If you must thank anyone, it is Hermione at my side that convinced my brothers and I to join your fight," he said.
Carlisle's golden eyes peered at the petite brunette at Samuel's side. She was rather unassuming. The only thing that really stuck out was her wild mane of curls that seemed to envelope her small frame and make her appear larger than she actually was. However, it was her eyes that caused him to pause. The deep shade of brown were flecked with specks of gold and looked ageless upon a face so young.
Who was this Hermione? From what he gathered, she must be of some importance for she not only convinced Sam and his pack to join in their fight, but called the wizards to order.
Jasper observed the tiny brunette. She was a commander of that he had no doubt. While the other magicals were also soldiers of some sort, this woman was a leader.
Blushing at the attention, she nodded her head rather graciously to the coven leader. "My name is Hermione. My friends and I have come from London to aide your family against the Volturi."
"What do you know of the Volturi little one," called Amun, skeptical that one so small could bring together such an eclectic group of individuals.
Sanguini scoffed. "Besides the fact that Caius salivates after her like some dog in heat? Quite a lot."
Hermione leveled him with a penetrating glare that made the vampire retreat further into the ranks. He knew better than to rile that little witch too much. She was such a spitfire and he adored that about her, but unlike most women, she could actually kill him and he had a healthy sense of self preservation.
Sam whirled around and stared at the small witch incredulously. "Excuse me!?"
Jacob let out a low growl, much too low for that of human ears to hear, but all the vampires took a hesitant step back as the obvious alpha male's displeasure.
"Not now silaada," she said. "And Jacob, you're not helping either."
"But you will explain Hermione," said Jacob, the alpha timbre in his voice unmistakable and causing the small brunette to flush slightly at his tone.
Sweet Circe this man was intoxicating.
Seeing that flush across her cheeks creep down her neck made him wonder how far that sweet little blush of hers ran. Would it stain her lush little chest pink?
Edward grimaced. He did not need to hear that. He wished he had brain bleach.
Hermione stepped forward, her hands crossed behind her back as she began to pace between the two groups. "I met with the Volturi a few days ago expressing my concern over their dispute with the Olympic Coven and warned them that should they attack that they would bring down the wrath of the entire European magical community."
Emmett whistled lowly. He had no clue what that meant, but it sounded like business.
"You see, the Volturi are allowed to operate and I suppose oversee vampiric matters because the Italian Ministry allows them to. We are all for the same cause: keep regular humans in the dark about the supernatural world. However, the Volturi are also growing reckless and rather mad with their power. It has been escalating for the past centuries and the Italian Ministry has turned a blind eye because they did not want to get their hands dirty so to say. Now, however, they have been left with no choice. Once the Quileute pack was involved, I had to intervene."
"What a second," called Amun, somewhat skeptical. "You heard that the wolves were going to help us, and then basically told high ranking government officials that the Volturi had gone too far and just like that, they relinquish their authority over to you? A British witch barely an adult herself."
"Surely you have heard of the wizarding war in Britain my friend," said Sanguini. "This is Hermione Granger, one third of the infamous Golden trio, and her friends are members of the DA. They were instrumental to defeating the dark lord of wizarding Britain."
"You're Hermione Granger?" Asked Maggie, her Irish brogue even more pronounced as his body practically vibrated with excitement. "And that must be Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Fuck me you guys were amazing."
Siobhan rolled her eyes at the younger vampire. Her vernacular has gotten steadily worse the longer she was influenced by Emmett Cullen and his Xbox.
"Yes I am Hermione Granger and these are the members of the DA. Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom. The redheads are members of the Weasley family, Charlie, Percy, George, Ron and finally Ginny."
"Why do you care?"
"Rosalie," admonished Esme.
"No, she brings up a good point," stated Edward. "I can not read their minds."
"You could ask mate," grumbled Ron.
"I care because what the Volturi are doing is wrong. They abuse their position of power without seeing reason," said Hermione passionately.
Rosalie rolled her yes. "That is great and all, but again why do YOU care. How do you, a random British witch from London, have so much sway over a pack of wolves an ocean away?"
"I agree," said Eleazar. "You said that once the Quileute pack was involved that you had to intervene."
"Samuel is my brother."
"Wait what?" Questioned Emmett.
"Goodness," sighed Hermione.
"Hermione is my half sister. It is no secret that my father was not monogamous. He met Hermione's mother when she was on vacation in Seattle some nineteen years ago," said Sam, explaining their connection.
Samuel Uley was a lucky bastard. It had taken every fiber of Jacob's being not to tear apart his former pack mate for being so familiar with his imprint. Breathing deeply, he picked up their similar base scents and felt some of the tension in his muscles relax. Brother or no, it had taken every inch of his being not to tear his former pack mate to shreds for being so overly familiar with his little imprint.
Leah was shocked. Not once in their entire relationship did Sam ever mention a sister.
"Even if I was not related to Sam, I would still want to help. The Volturi are growing power-hungry and need to be dismantled before they get out of hand."
"I believe her," stated Stefan. "You, Hermione Granger, have made quite a name for yourself. My brothers in Bulgaria speak highly of you and your crusade for equal rights," he stated somewhat graciously.
Carlisle was surprised. He dd not know Stefan could be gracious about anything.
"Bloody Krum," grumbled Ron.
Cheeks pink at the praise, Sanguini stared at the luscious witch. Did that temptress have any idea how appealing she was with her rosy cheeks? Seeing her blood rush to her face caused more than one male vampire to purr their approval.
"How do you plan to help?" asked Eleazar.
Hermione's smile was rather feral as her eyes sparkled. "Magic."
Magic indeed.
Hermione and her companions demonstrated their abilities and the vampires and wolves were impressed with the spells and hexes they showcased. Their ability allowed them to have control over practically anything and gave all present hope.
"You're holding back," said Jasper.
Hermione turned towards the scarred vampire in question.
"Your friends are showcasing a fair amount of their abilities, but you are holding back a great deal."
Deep brown eyes leveled the blonde vampire calculatingly. He was a warrior in his own right, the pale scars on his skin peaking through the collar of his crisp white Oxford shirt. She supposed if anyone was to call her out, it would be this one. He knew battle.
"Yes," she admitted after a short silence.
"How can you expect us to trust you if you hold back," he continued.
It is not that she wanted to keep her allies in the dark about her abilities, but she was rather hesitant to showcase her skills to her silaada. She already told him her story, but hearing and seeing were two different things. What would he think of her if he knew what she did, what she was capable of. Would she still be his kwáshkwash? She was not the same little girl that would flounce around her Ina's home, fluttering about like a blue jay. She was battle worn and jaded.
Jasper sensed a great deal of trepidation and sorrow and it was then he knew. She did not want to hold back, but was scared of how others may view her. She was scared of what her brother would think of her.
"You can not move forward in your relationship unless you are completely honest," he said softly.
Hermione stared at the blonde vampire. A kindred spirit in ways that most others would not know. "You're right. I am holding back."
Harry frowned, knowing how difficult it was for Hermione to show her true self. Many people in the wizarding world frowned on native tribes and their more primal use of magic, but this was Hermione and that same tribal magic pulsed through her veins. It made her the warrior witch that she was today. "We're here Mione."
And she knew that. No matter what, her friends were there.
"I will need a volunteer."
Her friends shook their heads. They knew exactly what the little witch was capable of and had no desire to go up against her. The last time that happened, Charlie was on bedrest for three days. And that was only an exercise.
Hermione simply cocked her head to the side, her large brown eyes appearing more doe like, innocent was perhaps the apt term. She smiled softly at the gathered vampires and wolves.
Paul scoffed as he stepped forward. She was what, 5'2" and barely 110 soaking wet? She might be a witch, but this tiny thing looked far too innocent to cause any real harm.
Jacob's eyes gleamed. This witch was dangerous. Power practically saturated the air around her and she looked like a predator luring her prey into a false sense of ease. This woman was lethal and she was his. He could not wait to taste every inch of that sweet skin of hers.
Edward was happy that Jacob finally moved on, but did he have to be so graphic in his thoughts? Seeing that wolf throw a smirk his way, he knew that bastard was doing it on purpose.
"Me too," said Jasper with that same southern charm that had most females - Ginny included - swooning.
"Your funeral," commented George.
Sam stared at his sister. His kwáshkwash. Her large brown eyes, eyes the same shade of his own, searched his, begging for forgiveness.
How? How could she possibly seek retribution? There was nothing to forgive. She was a warrior of their tribe. A proud representation of the women in his family. "I love you kwáshkwash," he whispered the words reverently in Quileute.
Hearing his acceptance, seeing the love radiate from him was enough.
"Ready yourselves."
Hermione watched carefully as Paul transformed rather violently into a large silver wolf, all muscle and power. Tatters of his clothing littered the floor and many of the vampires present, who had not seen a wolf transform before, were quite impressed. However impressive Paul was, he was also rash and arrogant. He would not last.
Jasper, he was the one she was more concerned about. He was correct. She was a soldier and so was he. Like called to like and Jasper Whitlock was an unknown variable. She would have to be careful around that one.
Rolling her shoulders back, she started to strip.
Jacob growled, his chest rumbling with anticipation. Let them see the beauty and strength of his mate. He knew she would be magnificent.
Peeling off her simple jumper and jeans, she stood before them in a rather plain camisole and short spandex shorts. That entire visage was not able to be appreciated because her clothing seemed to melt and transform into something else entirely. They watched in fasciation as a tight leather hide encased her small, but strong frame, hugging her body and leaving little to imagination.
Runes, scars and tattoos rolled across her skin transforming the once smooth sun kissed skin to something akin to a tribal warrior of old.
It was danger. It was heady. It was absolute perfection.
A series of growls echoed throughout the clearing.
Oh she was a temptress.
Gone was the meek looking little thing and replaced by some sort of goddess of war and her sirens call sang to all unmated males present. Like called to like and this woman, this brilliant avenging angel, was a predator. Make no mistake. Hermione Granger was a force to be reckoned with.
Her right arm angled her wand before her. Barring her teeth, she looked positively primal. "Do not hold back because I will not."
Paul lunged, of course he did. He was always too brash, too eager for a fight.
His action proved foolish as she simply stepped to the side and lashed out with her wand, causing him to hit a tree and splinter it to pieces.
"You are too tempestuous. You can not simply rely on your strength. Think Paul," she scolded.
Jasper would require.a different approach because the vampire stared at her, observing for any weaknesses. Using his superior speed, he anticipated her teleporting, but was proven wrong. She expected his attack and met his punch and countered.
Holy shit this little girl was strong!
Fire engulfed his sleeve and he watched in morbid fascination as she seemed to be engulfed in flames that licked across her skin, but did not harm. Well, that would be handy.
And with that Paul jumped back into the fray, this time working with Jasper to attack the witch.
It was like watching some sort of deadly dance. She countered each blow, used her small frame to her advantage to keep out of reach all while going on the offense and firing spells to keep them at bay.
"Stop playing Hermione," called Harry.
Playing?! This witch was still holding back?
As if a switch had been flipped, they watched as the petite warrior attacked relentlessly. Her spells, physical blows blending into one. She was everywhere at once, using that teleportation technique of hers to confuse her opponents. It was absolute beauty in chaos.
Jacob growled once again, his entire form vibrating and fighting the urge to rush into battle and drag his mate away. He could smell the arousal, thick and heady in the air. The sickening scent of bleach mixed with the spicy musk of his pack mates. They wanted his imprint and he could not blame them. This woman was all power and intrigue. The pure animal magnitism called to their bestial side. This woman was in her prime and the thought of claiming her was intoxicating.
Let them try. He would destroy them all before they got anywhere near his imprint.
Edward stumbled back from the intense visuals assaulting his head, all with Hermione in different positions that he had not even heard of. If he could blush, he'd be red as a tomato now. He almost fell down as a rather racy image of Hermione and Charlotte assaulted his senses. Dear Lord was that even possible?
Charlotte did not need to be telepathic to know what that grin on her mate's lips meant. Peter was such a horny bastard.
"Enough," said Hermione and with a final roar Jasper and Paul were disabled and found themselves bound and unable to move. They floated rather helplessly in the air a meter from the ground. "If we continue, I will kill you," she warned.
She was not exaggerating. The thrum of her heart and pumping of her blood pulsed through her body and was electrified by the magic of her ancestors. It was begging to be set free and lash out at those that dare threaten her.
"Kwáshkwash, calm yourself. They stand down," said Sam, this alpha timber in his voice leaving no room for argument.
Paul's tail twitched. Fuck this witch was something else. If he didn't know that baby alpha already imprinted on her, he'd definitely throw her down and mount that bitch. He bet she would be one hot and wild fuck.
Jasper was in awe. What a rush. He rarely met an opponent that could offer him a true challenge. He hoped that they would able to spar again in the future. She was a worthy adversary.
Snapping her fingers found the two lowered to the ground and free on their invisible constraints.
A slow clap echoed throughout the clearing. The Denali sisters were especially impressed. Girl power indeed.
Rosalie smirked as she gave a nod of respect towards the small woman. She was certainly full of surprises.
"Always a treat to see you in true form Hermione," Sanguini purred.
Hermione wanted to wash herself. Sanguini was a perverted idiot that had been trying to get in her knickers since her sixth year. Despite this, he was also harmless. He knew better than to actually approach her too directly. He'd end up as ash.
"Well then," began Carlisle. "I see that you and your friends will be a most valuable addition to our ranks. Thank you for your help."
Renesmee, who had been enraptured with the entire debacle, broke free from her imprint and his sister to approach the fascinating witch. She was awe inspiring to the young dhampir.
"Renesmee," called Bella in concern. Hermione may be an ally, but she also proved herself to be a dangerous one. It was only Edward's steady hand that prevented her from going further.
Hermione looked at the beautifully precocious child before her. Charming. Absolutely charming. "Hello Reneseme. I have heard a lot about you," the witch said kindly.
It was a striking image of contradiction. Hermione had been an avenging warrior, like a valkyrie sweeping from the heavens and extracting vengeance, yet seeing her soft spoken and gentle demeanor contrasted with her warrior visage.
Reaching up, the child made her desire to be held clear to the witch.
Hermione laughed, a light girlish giggle that again surprised many, and complied with the child's desire. Situating the young girl upon her hip, she pressed her forehead against hers and hummed softly.
Seth was gobsmacked. His imprint and that warrior woman looked so at peace even he could not disturb their tranquility.
A sweet melody settled over the clearing as the one's gathered listened to Hermione's sweet voice croon an old Quileute lullaby.
The wolves all sighed at the song, remembering days gone past of sweet innocence and warm embraces.
Jacob simply marveled at the woman. Seeing her hold Renesmee with such ease made him imagine her holding their own child. She will be a fantastic mother.
AN:
I re-wrote chapter 4 because I did not like the overall tone of the previous one. I think it also introduced everyone a bit better. I didn't change very much, but I think I opened it up to make the transition into chapter 5 smoother.
Again, I am slowly getting back into the swing of writing. I find that when I visit my parents house, I'm more creative. So, since I'm here for the holidays and have absolutely nothing productive to do, this can keep my mind preoccupied until I head on back.
Review? I LOVE feedback.
- Banana Flavored Eskimo