Ok Lily, what about this then?" James slid his letter across the table to his little sister. He had spent the last half hour trying to write a letter to Violet that wouldn't make her cross.
Lily's brown eyes moved across the page slowly, trying to decipher James' chicken scratch. She slid the letter back across the table to him while she brought a spoonful of cereal to her mouth.
"Better, but I suggest you take out that bloody fit at the end of the first paragraph."
"But if I don't put it then what am I supposed to say so she knows that she's fit,"
"I'm sure words like beautiful, and pretty would be a lot more appealing to a girl like Violet," James ran his finger through his head and picked up a new piece of parchment.
"I don't know Lily, I don't think those words really express what I think of her," James began copying his letter down again.
"Trust me James, I'm positive on this one, if you put down bloody fit you won't get a reply," Lily picked her bowl up and brought it to the kitchen. She let her bowl fall into the sink and land on the metal with a loud clank. When her parents got home from work they could just magic it clean, so Lily didn't bother to scrub it. Lily twirled a flame-red lock of her long hair as she stared out the window. It was a week into summer, and already she had nothing to do. She toyed with the idea of writing up the cute Ravenclaw she had talked to on the ride back, but after she decided to write him she realized she had forgotten his name. Lily sighed, if Rose were here she would be saying that it's for the better, a girl never writes a boy first; it gives them the illusion that you want to talk to them, which leaves no mystery. Lily never understood half the things Rose said when she talked about how to get guys. It isn't an illusion if you do actually want to talk to them. The way Lily saw it, if you want to talk to someone talk to them, straight-forward and easy. Unlike Rose's ways which were extremely complicated and riddled with, well riddles. Lily often wondered as to how Rose had gotten so knowledgable when it came to boys, it certainly hadn't come from her Aunt Hermione. Maybe it was because she spent so much time with Aunt Fleur, she certainly knew her way around the opposite sex, and Rose had always been close friends with Victoire when they were little, even though there was a six year age gap. Victoire always claimed she was Rose's mentor.
Speaking of Rose, her small night black owl was headed towards the kitchen window. Lily quickly unlatched it and pushed it open, the sweet summer breeze sweeping in; bringing the scent of flowers and sweet grass with it. Rose's owl flew through the windows, dropped the letter on the table and flew over to the ledge of the sink.
Unfortunately this caused something of a mess since the owl had dropped the letter onto the ink cartridge on the table, knocking it over onto James' letter and then flew off. Before it could get far though it nicked the top of James glass, spilling it's contents of orange juice across the table and onto the floor. James was furious of course, he thought this next letter would be the one, but now with ink covering most of it, it wouldn't be going anywhere but the trash. After Lily had managed to calm James down .He began scribbling down what he could remember of the previous letter, and sending furious glares at the owl, who munched contently on the left over bacon. Lily reached for the letter once the orange juice was soaked up and saw that it was addressed to Albus.
"Al!" Lily shouted up towards his room, "a letter! From Rose!"
"Why don't we just read it. It's from Rose how private could it be?" James said sardonically as he wrote what looked like "You're bloody fit, and pretty" onto the page.
"Because it's for Al and unlike you some of us have a sense of privacy, and I said switch, not add on!"
"Oh come on, I compromised, she'll appreciate it."
"No, she won't."
"Oh yeah, what makes you so smart when it comes to this stuff then?" James said tossing down his quill and looking up at Lily.
"Because you git, I am a girl," Lily said smugly. She turned her head back towards Al's room and shouted again, "AL LETTER!"
"Yeah barely," James muttered under his breath.
Al crossed the threshold into the kitchen just as Lily brought her small hand down on the back of James head with a loud whack.
"Bloody hell! Merlin Lily what was that for?!," James rubbed the back of his head feigning innocence.
"I'm not deaf you idiot. I CAN HEAR YOU." Lily said to James her hand on her hips glaring down on him. Albus sighed, slouched into the kitchen and slumped into a chair.
"Here Al, it's from Rose," Lily turned her angry glare away from James who was glaring back at her- just as angrily- with his hand still on his head.
Albus grabbed the letter out of Lily's outstretched hand- leaving her to continue bickering with James.
ALLY-POLLY-OLLY,
Contrary to the cute nickname this letter isn't a happy one. I assume you haven't read the newspaper for the last few days, since I have yet to receive a panicked letter from you about it. Well, it appears that the missing Nadia decided to continue avoiding Melanie, because the last couple articles in the paper have been saying she ran away. The writer speculates that she got tired of her home life and school life (they somehow found out about her spat with Melanie) and booked it. They think it happened around the time we got off the train, that she had some bloke (they say older boyfriend) waiting for her there, and before whoever was supposed to pick her up could find her she apparates away with this mystery bloke.
You know what I think Al? I don't think she ran away. I knew Nadia, not a lot, but I knew her. She never seemed like the type to run away. I mean beautiful red head, clever, intuitive, popular, all the boys loved her, and from what she told me she loved Hogwarts and where she lived at home. Apparently her father was a muggle who struck it big as a founder of some electronic company, she had money, and I don't mean enough to buy her the newest fall collection of designer clothes by Chang designs, I mean enough to buy her the actual season fall. Call me crazy, but a girl with that kind of life wouldn't run away. Just because you have a fucked-up Mom doesn't make you run away.
I think she was taken. By that monster. The very same one who chased us the night before we left for school. I think she was kidnapped Al. I know you will too once you read the article; too many things don't match up. You need to tell Harry what you saw that night, and you need to tell him soon, before any more students "run away".
All my love(cousinly-love that is)
Rose Adeline Weasley
Albus lowered the letter and stared at it in shock. Nadia had run away? She couldn't have, all those people on the platform would have seen her. Of course they didn't know what her Mum looked like, or whoever had come to pick her up. But kidnapped? It was plausible Albus supposed, but why would anyone want to kidnap Nadia with all the more important kids there? There was all the Potter-Weasley clan and they even had the daughter of the minister there also. Albus didn't know what to think, she could have been kidnapped, but Rose was wrong, money and popularity don't make up for a mum's love, it was equally as likely that she ran away too.
"Al are you alright? You look pale," Lily asked concerned
"More so than usual," James joked, trying to mask his own concern.
"Lily where's today's paper? Or yesterday's?" Albus asked hurriedly, ignoring their questions.
"In the sitting room at the front of the house, why?" Lily's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. As studius as Al was, he really didn't bother much with current events; they were never very important with the end of Voldemort and all.
"Just, can you bring it to me?" Albus asked her as he read over Rose's letter again.
"Erm yeah," Lily flounced off her bare feet slapping on the wood floor.
"What's up Al?" James asked genuinely worried about him. Albus just shook his head at James.
"Is Rose ok? Did she get hurt? Did someone hurt her? I'll kill them I swear-"
"No James she's fine, it's not Rose that's in trouble,"
Lily entered the room again and handed Al the paper. And stood behind James, waiting for Albus to tell her what was happening.
Albus scanned over the article once, twice, three times. Rose was right, the arguments just didn't match up.
"Al, what's going on?" Lily asked her voice laced with worry.
Al looked up at the two, Lily's face was filled with concern for her older brother and her hand was squeezing James shoulder. James was sitting staring at him, his face wasn't filled with worry like Lily's, but his eyes were. Albus laid down the newspaper so they could see the title: Runaway or Foul Play? below was a moving picture of Nadia, her red hair pulled back in a ponytail with a few strands coming loose framing her freckled-face. She was spinning in circles, and would stop every couple of spins to look at the camera, a smile lighting up her face as she laughed at whatever was happening behind the camera.
"Oh my," Lily breathed, her eyes wide with shock. She plopped into a chair and stared at the article.
James stayed silent, his face betraying no emotion as his spectacle-covered eyes zoomed over the article. James looked up and gave Albus a knowing look.
"Lilypad me and Al need to talk alone," James said, using the nickname he reserved for when he needed something or was feeling overly-brotherly.
"About what?" Lily asked, still in shock.
"Nothing you care about Lily, just go outside and ride your broom stick or something," Albus told her.
"No, why can't I hear?"
"Lilypad, come on it'll be quick, we just need to talk brother to brother,"
"You're lying," Lily accused
"Lily just go, we can't tell you ok?" Albus said.
"Al," James gave Albus a pointed look, when you wanted Lily out of the room that wasn't the way to go about it, "Lilypad please,"
"No! Stop calling me Lilypad," Lily had her armed crossed, and an indignant look painting her face.
Albus looked at James, imploring whether or not he would take care of this, or if the would have to physically move her themselves.
James sighed, when she was little it was difficult to get her to leave the two of them alone, he always had to trick her somehow. Now that she was old enough to know she was being tricked, and had developed into a mini Ginny, with the stubbornness, fiery temper and all, it was practically impossible.
"Lilypad, I swear I will do all your homework for the summer break if you just let us talk alone," bribery was the only thing that worked with Lily now. Lily stared at James for a while, debating if it was worth it.
"You swear?"
"I swear."
"Fine," Lily got up and walked out of the kitchen. Rather than leave though, she waited just beyond where James, who was facing the doorway, could see her. She crouched down and waited for them to began talking.
"James," Albus slid the letter across the table to James and he read it over.
"What do you think?" Albus asked him.
"I don't know, Al. I mean Rose does have a point, and it is really too much of a coincidence for her to dissapear nearly the same day as when we first sighted the monster," James ran his hands through his hair roughly while he stared at the letter.
"Yeah, but what I don't get is why her? I mean there were all of us, children of war heroes, and Halli, the daughter of the minister. Why take a girl who no one knows about?" Albus asked.
"Well Rose did say her father was rich," James set the letter down on the table and began pacing.
"Not many people knew that though, and if they were after money why would they want it from a muggle? Like I said there were plenty of children with rich wizarding parents, why go after the only one that is rich in muggle currency?"
"But think about it Al, we see the thing out the night before, then a week later, news breaks that a girl has gone missing from Hogwarts, I don't think it's a coincidence,"
Albus looked down at the letter and back to the picture of Nadia spinning in circles and laughing. Would she run away? Was she that broken? Could she really not take another summer at home?
While Albus stared, and James paced, their little red-headed sister was sitting outside of the hallway, eyes wide with shock. Her hand was over her open mouth, a monster at Hogwarts? Kidnapped? Lily knew Nadia, she was a sweet girl, she had been the one she studied with in the library those late Friday nights. She wouldn't run away, she loved her mother, she spent all her time at home with her trying to help her get over her addiction, coaxing her to eat something. She had told Lily these stories whenever she came back after Christmas break looking particularly exhausted or after she read a letter from her mother. Nadia and Lily were by no means close friends, Lily was just a kind soul, who was a shoulder to cry on and Nadia was a lost girl who had no direction in the world. Lily got up and burst into the kitchen.
"You have to tell Dad!" Lily exclaimed arm propping open the swinging door.
"Lily, what are you doing?" James said angrily, he had told her to leave, he didn't need any more of the people he cared about involved in this.
"James, i-if Nadia really was kidnapped then what? You need to tell Dad!" Lily walked over to him and grabbed his shirt, pleading with him
"Lily I told you to leave," James said pulling her hand off of him by her wrist easily, staring down at her, anger filling his eyes.
"James that doesn't matter! You need to tell him!" Lily beseeched him.
"Lily, just go for now," Albus pulled James hand off her tiny wrist and let her go as she stared at James; brown eyes meeting brown, one angry, one begging.
"Lily," Albus warned her.
"Fine," Lily whipped her hand out of Albus's and stormed out of the kitchen. She rubbed furiously at her cheek where a tear had began to fall as she stomped up the stairs.
"James, she's right," Albus said staring at the swinging kitchen door where his little sister had just run through.
James ran his hand through his hair once again pulling at the raven-black mess. "Dammit, I know," James sat down in a chair, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, "bloody girl, I tell her to leave and she doesn't listen, now what if she's targeted next because she knows about it." James had always been irrational like this when it came to Lily, he was always worried about her, scared for her. He didn't let her out of his sight for the first week of Hogwarts, until he got a letter from Ginny telling him to back off. Even when she was a kid, he had been bringing her her toys, or getting her food, or doing everything he could to protect her. Once in his fourth year he happened upon his little sister crying because some slytherin bloke had called her names until she cried, he swore he had never hit anyone harder his entire life.
"James, nothing will happen to her. No one will know she knows, its just us three here after all. Calm down. I say we tell dad when he gets home from work."
"Yeah whatever," James picked up the letter he was attempting to write to Violet and left.
Albus sighed and sat down, of course James would be no help planning, he was much more of a do-er. He left and went back to his room to write a letter to Violet, Scorpius and Molly.
"Violet honey wake up, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the wind is blowing. Smell the sweet french morning breeze," Renee pushed open windows emitting a slight creek as the antique looking window frames burst open. A sweet breeze ran through the room ruffling Renees long blonde hair. Violet flopped over and pulled the plush covers up, over her head.
"Violet, get up breakfast is ready," Reneé hopped over and plopped onto to the bed. She reached over and grabbed the covers and pulled them back. The bright yellow sunlight pierced through Violet's eyelids.
"'M' not hungry," Violet mumbled as she rolled over and pressed her face into the pillow.
"Fine suit yourself. You can sleep longer but I need you to be up by twelve to watch the kids,"
"Why?" Violet asked mumbled into the pillow.
"Nathan and I have been invited to go to a play with his publisher and the publisher's wife. Its at a nice restaurant and bringing along a 2 year old a 5 year old and a 9 year old wouldn't be very wise, so I need you to watch them. We'll only be gone for a couple of hours, when I get back all of us can go out to dinner ," Reneé finished her statement enthusiastically but it was just met with a sleepy nod from Violet who's face was still smashed in the pillow.
Reneé got up and walked to the door her shoes making soft little pats on the dark wooden floors. Once she reached the door she turned back towards the bed and said to the brunette "Oh yes, Violet you got two letters they're on the dresser," and with that she left the room and shut the door.
Violet lied in bed motionless for a while, the soft sound of breath entering and leaving her lungs lulling her back to sleep. What Reneé said finally sunk in not much later. A LETTER! Violet's eyes burst open, the excitement shaking off the remnants of her previous drowsiness. She quickly threw off her covers and hopped onto the floor, the dark wood making her pale skin seem more translucent than before. Violet padded over to the dresser as she put her long, messy brown hair into a ponytail. She plucked the top letter up and slid her finger underneath opening. A small article fluttered out of the letter and floated towards the ground; a beam of sunlight hit the paper illuminating the dancing dust mites in the air as well as the picture on the front. Violet bent and picked it up of the floor. She stared at it perplexed, a small knot forming in between her eyebrows for there was a picture of her classmate Nadia on it with the words Runaway or Foul Play? in bold black letters. Violet rubbed her finger over the picture, it was a beautiful picture of Nadia, but Nadia was a beautiful girl so most pictures of her are typically beautiful. Violet had always been jealous of girls like that, girls that take a picture and are effortlessly perfect; girls like Rose or Sally or Nadia, even Lily could manage it and only as a third year. Violets wide brown eyes ran over the page, it was a short article, what looked like a follow up to a previous one that had probably been in yesterday's newspaper, but only this one had been included. She began reading the article
Hogwarts beauty queen Nadia Taylor (pictured above) has been reported missing by her father. But is she really? We at the prophet have reason to believe that the Hogwarts beauty has fled from a broken home and a ruined friendship and into a loving and convincing older boyfriends arms.
As you know from the previous article Nadia Taylor has gone missing off Platform 9 3/4. Her father had come to pick up his daughter only to find she had already left. He had told the ministry she had gone missing, but is that the real story? Did a girl with a troubled life like Nadia's go missing, or did she runaway? I'm sure you ask what could be wrong with her life, beautiful, rich, popular, seemingly happy. But a lot goes on behind closed doors and plenty more than a lot went on behind Nadia's closed doors. And we found out thanks to an unnameable source.
Nadia was born to a muggle father who struck it big in the muggle oil buisness and a pureblood mother trying to recover from the horrors of the second wizarding war. Nadia's mother had had a child with her father before Nadia; he was three years older than her and he died from drowning when he was only five and Nadia two. Nadia's mother heart-broken turned to alcohol and drugs trying to self medicate the severe depression she was battling, and her father immersed himself even more fully into his oil business. Nadia had not only lost her older brother at the age of two but also her parents. She was raised mainly by nannies until she hit eleven and then she moved on to Hogwarts.
Hogwarts became a home for her, like so many other kids who come from a broken family. Nadia grew quickly and put on a brave face for the school while struggling with her identity and her family problems on the inside. Nadia befriended Melanie Charlotte and seemed content enough with her life. But once the final week of her sixth year came Melanie snapped. She couldn't stand the jealousy she felt of her so called "best friend" and abruptly ended their friendship. Nadia distraught turned to the only person she had left: her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend was an older wizard already graduated from Hogwarts. A source close to Nadia said that Nadia was always getting letters from this boy and sneaking off Hogwarts grounds to meet him. Her boyfriends easily manipulated her into running away with him.
So when the day came he was there ready, waiting to whisk her off to some foreign place and Nadia left with him leaving a hole in her loved one hearts. So please if you have any information on Nadia Taylor contact the ministry immediately.
Violet continued to stare at the article, a blank expression covering her face like a blanket. She read the article over and over as if at the end it would say just kidding Nadia is safe and sound at her home. But it didn't it just ended with the same word: Immediately. It's as if the word was mocking her; taunting her over the fact that it held a tone of finality that no one could change.
A breeze rushed around the room, bringing with it the smell of sweet French air that just seemed to smell sour in Violet's button nose. The breeze picked up the letter and swept it to the floor where it landed at Violets feet. Violet bent down and picked it up. The article had been from Albus. Before she began reading his letter she tucked the article into the cover of a thick book on her desk.
Violet-
I just found out about the article this morning. Rose told me about it, she believes that whatever we saw the last night we were at Hogwarts took her. I sort of believe her too, but I'm not sure. Some of the article makes perfect sense, but then other parts don't. Like how they say she was taken from platform 9 3/4, but Melanie had been looking for her the morning we left, meaning she went missing that morning not when we got on the platform.
James doesn't know what to make of any of this, and Lily overheard us talking about this and thinks we should tell dad. I sent a letter to Scorpius and Molly asking them, but I'm sure Molly already knows and probably sees the two as completely unrelated, as for Scorpius, well you never really know with him. But what do you think Vi? Should James and I tell my dad? Or should we keep it a secret until more information comes out?
Write back soon
-Al
Violet let the letter slip out of her hand and float to the floor as she collapsed on the bed her hand gripping the banister. Nadia? Runaway? She had always been somewhat of a free spirit but would she really run away? And if she didn't would the monster even take her? COULD IT? Why would it in the first place? Violet rubbed her forehead as thoughts raced through her mind. The truth was she didn't know, she had no clue as to what happened with Nadia. From the article it seemed likely she ran away, but when Albus suggested the monster took her it also seemed likely. But why would it take her? Why why why? She is of no importance. Why not Albus or James or Lily? Why not the Ministers daughter? Nadia had no reason for anyone to want to kidnap her, of course she had people who didn't like her but kidnap her? Violet sighed roughly and stood up. How had her trip ended up like this? It was only the second week and already she was stressed out and worried.
Violet leaned over, grabbed the other letter, and opened it quickly; hoping it would take her mind off this.
Vi!
Vi, its only been one week and I'm dying.
I'm stuck in the stuffy Malfoy manor and my dad keeps trying to get me to hang out with his workmates kids. I'm pretty sure I have a date with some home-schooled girl this weekend. Apparently her dad didn't think the Hogwarts curriculum was hard enough so he decided to forgo Hogwarts. Maybe I'll get lucky and she'll be a "loosey-goosey" as you say.
Oh yeah that's another thing. My Mum thinks my vocabulary isn't where it should be so now I have to take lessons from her every week. I've only been to one and I already think my head will explode from the sheer boredom. Sheer and Forgo, she doesn't seem to have any particular order of learning words to "expand" my vocabulary. It's like she draws them out of a hat and throws them at me. I learned more but I really can't be arsed to remember them. The only reason I remember those two is because one time I was with a girl and she told me her knickers were sheer which really stuck out for me but apparently the two have different meanings. And I just remembered forgo because I thought it was a weird word.
You should see the homework I have to do, I asked Albus to do it for me but he just said no because "I could use the practice" that kids no fun I tell ya Vi. I'd ask you to do it but I figure you're probably going to end up doing my Hogwarts homework like you have for the past 3 years, so I don't want to put too much on you. Maybe Rosie will do it.
Speaking of Rosie, she wrote me a letter the other day only to tell me how her date with Grant went and then she signed it "I hate you forever and we aren't mates -Rose." She's just messing with me of course, but that girl has a twisted sense of humor; she's absolutely mental. But get this Grant ended up spilling butterbeer all over Rosie so I don't think there will be a follow up date. Merlin, what a goon that kid is.
Well my mum's coming to nag me about "expanding" my vocabulary. So I gotta go. Hell maybe if I show her this letter and she sees that I used forgo and sheer she'll let me forgo the next lesson.
Your knight in shining armor
-Scorpius
P.s did you get the pun in the last sentence
P.p.s also I dont think I'll be showing her this letter not exactly mother-friendly material if you know what I mean.
P.p.p.s I forgot write back soon and I love and miss you
Violet held the letter after she finished and re-read it a few more times. She hadn't realized how much she missed Scorpius' sense of humor until she was faced with a situation like the former and Scor defused it effortlessly. Violet sighed and folded the letter neatly. She calmly picked up Albus' letter and set both on top of the antique dresser. Violet flopped back down on the bed and drifted off with thoughts of Nadia and Scorpius' grammar lessons running through her head.
James sighed heavily and slid into his desk chair. He grabbed the Swiss knife he had knicker out of Filch's office his third year and started carving lines into the side of his desk. He had taken to the poor habit about the time when Violet first rejected him. It helped him let off steam. The only problem was the entire side of his desk was carved up since he never bothered to fix it. Ginny had come in once and chewed him out for ten minutes about not destroying property, but then Lily had started a fire in the downstairs bathroom and Ginny forgot all about it. So James sat there on a late Wednesday afternoon with the picture of Nadia running over and over in his mind while he carved lines into his already mutilated desk. It's ironic that a girl that was as easy as Nadia would be troubling him since the girl that was usually on his mind while he carved the lines was the exact opposite. James ran his hand roughly through his thick black hair. Nadia, man, if someone had told him that she would runaway or get kidnapped or whatever a year ago he would have told them they were bloody mental. Kidnapping hadn't happened since Voldemort fell and a girl as fit as Nadia would have no reason to run away. According to James if you were good looking, nothing else really mattered.
James went to his trunk and pulled out a sturdy piece of parchment. The parchment had yellowed, the corners had bent and it was ragged on the edges. It was once a fine piece of parchment but after the four years it had been in use it had lost its grandeur. The parchment was regular except for the fact that Louis had bewitched it so whoever had the other five pieces of matching parchement could communicate wih each other. To keep from discovery they each took on a nick name James Fred and Lorcan had each taken on their quidditch position, the keeper(James) the beater(Fred) and the chaser(Lorcan). Louis had decided on the scholar and Lysander had decided on the dreamer. The top of the page had James name, keeper, in looping handwriting. James pulled out a quill and began writing.
You lot read the news lately? James wrote. The ink James had used to write with fell into a puddle at the bottom of the page- someone was writing back.
The ink traveled back up the page forming the name the Scholar with the words Yes, I'm assuming you're referring to the Nadia news?" right beneath it.
The words beater appeared briefly before forming "Yeah I read about that, she ran away didn't she?"
Dreamer appeared "It's completely mental though, obviously the snagglerts got her"
Chaser appeared "Just ignore him Mum's been telling him stories again"
James stared at the paper unsure how to proceed.
"Why?" Louis
"Rose sent us a letter this morning. She thinks that Nadia was kidnapped by the same monster that saw us that night" James
"Why would she think that?" Fred
"I don't know the letter says she thinks Nadia wouldn't have a reason to run away because she's rich and pretty or something, but now Lily knows about what happened and she's bothering us about telling dad."
"How did Lily find out?" Lysander
"She was listening in when me and Albus were talking about Rose's letter" James
"If you ask me Rose just wants to stir something up Nadia probably did run away" Louis
"Yeah Rose has always done this stuff ever since we were kids" Fred
"I know but don't you think we should tell someone?"
"It's up to you James, your dad is the head of the Auror office he'll probably know best" Lysander
"You guys are no help" James
"Sorry James but Ive read the article, it seems pretty sound. I don't see why Nadia would be kidnapped that hasn't happened since our parents were our age. Just talk to your dad he'll know what to do, but this time let Albus do the talking, he's more believable" Louis
"Yeah yeah whatever" James
"You guys want to go to Diagon Alley, if I don't go somewhere Mums gonna make me help her clean. She says I'm in the way" Fred
"Can't, I have to stay with Al and Lily"
"Lysander and I are leaving for the states tomorrow so we have to pack"
"I'm going to France. Grabrielle is having her baby and Mum wants us all to be there"
"Great now I have to clean I hate you lot"
James sighed, and leaned back in his chair. He stared up at the ceiling fan and watched as it spun in circles. Did he really think Nadia had run away? He didn't know. Was he going to tell his dad? Questions like these kept running through James mind while he sat there. He didn't really know what he was thinking about. The longer he sat there the more vague the thoughts became until eventually they were just flashes of memories. The pain of his first broken limb, the rush of triumph after his first quidditch victory, the panic when he saw Lily fall out of the tree house, the taste of various girls lipgloss on his mouth, the feeling of Jennifer's or Rylie's or Kathy's or any of the numerous other girls naked bodies against his own. His memories shifted slowly from real life girls to fantasies about Violet. About the way her lips would taste, the way her skin would feel under his calloused hands, her moaning his name, her kissing his neck, her laughing at his jokes, until eventually it was just her. Just Violet Allender. Her smile, her dimpled cheeks, her long dark hair, her button nose, her petite frame, her laugh, her eyes when she's angry, the sound of her voice, the way her eyes flash when she sees him. Violet violet violet. James ran his hands angrily through his hair, he somehow always ended up on her, like every thought led back to her. She was the brilliant star which James thoughts circled around. James got up quickly before he could fall any deeper into the abyss that is Violet Allender. He grabbed his broom and rushed out of the room. He'd be dammed if he was going to spend his summer sulking in his room over a girl.
Al-
Tell your dad. Better safe than sorry. Plus if it was this monster that took her then it's not going to go away over summer like we thought it would, it'll come back for more. If its not the monster that ended up taking her, you still discovered a new species and you can give the credit to Luna and let her claim she discovered another species, sort of like an early birthday present.
I hope this blows over soon. It's stressing me out and I'm supposed to be on vacation for Merlin's sake! Other than that though, the vacation in France is fine though you didn't ask how it was going. I have to go , I'm watching Reneé's kids and theyre fighting like cats and dogs.
I'll write you when I can
-Violet
Al-
You are being paranoid. There is no conceivable way a simple minded monster could kidnap a fully capable witch. Why would it kidnap a girl? Come to think of it why would a monster kidnap someone? Only people can kidnap. Monsters just eat people, well our monsters anyway. Plus there's plenty of dangerous creatures in the forbidden forest and most are probably more dangerous than what we saw yet no ones accusing those monsters of kidnapping. But this isn't the point, you need to stop listening to Rose. She's always told these kinds of stories since we were little, and it is summer so she's bored and wants to start up something entertaining. I say you and James keep quiet. They'll find Nadia within the next week a girl that simple-minded can't stay hidden for very long
-Molly
Al-
I don't really know what you should do. It's up to you really. Maybe I would tell him if I were you but then, if I were you and I told my dad, I would have a lot of explaining and meetings with the ministry to do. So maybe if I were you I wouldn't tell him. Maybe I would though. Who knows, just do what you think you should do.
Anyways I've taken the liberty of sending the grammar homework my Mum assigned me. You should get crackin on that, it's due next Tuesday.
Thanks in advance
-Scor
Albus stared at the three letters on the table in front of him. One of them said no, one said yes, and one said do my homework. Albus needed a tie-breaker. He could count Rose's but she's the one that started this whole mess, and to be completely honest he didn't really trust Rose's instinct. But if he didn't trust her instinct then why was he getting involved in this mess? Why would he go through all this trouble when he had never listened to Rose's stories before? Maybe it was because this one may actually be true, or maybe it was because Albus had become a lot easier to trick than before. Either way Albus was to far in now to get out.
Albus got up and began pacing around the living room. He watched his bare feet go up as they left the carpet and back down to meet the carpet all the while thinking of whether to side with Violet and Rose or Molly.
He thought back on all the stories Rose had told him when he was a child. They were always harmless, she just wanted to stir up temporary drama, nothing major; just enough to keep things interesting. Unlike James', who's stories, when convincing enough, seemed to send everyone into a panic. She had never made a story up that could be this important- it was on too big a scale for Rose. So either James was influencing her too much, or Rose truly believed what she wrote. Which if she did then Violet agreed with her, and Violet has always told what she believed to be true- she was never one for telling stories unless she was reading them aloud from a book. So Rose and Violet truly believed that the Monster took Nadia, but the question was, were they right?
And what if they weren't? Then that would mean Molly had been right, and he had just set the ministry in a panic because of a silly story. Was Molly right? She was logical, that's how she had landed in Ravenclaw, she followed her brain the way Rose follows her heart- religiously. Her logic had led her to the conclusion the two were unrelated events. Molly was rarely wrong; she was brilliant. Her logic was almost fool-proof and Albus had always made sure to listen to her. That is until he is posed with believing two people he would trust with his life and a girl who had never led him astray. Rose and Violet or Molly? Which one would he believe?
Albus sat back down on the couch and put his head in his hands. He began rubbing his eyes roughly. He didn't know what to do. Why couldn't he be his father, the guy who always knew what to do. His father always made the right decisions when he was Albus' made. Albus cursed the fact that he was born without his father's intuition.
"Al?" Al glanced up to see his younger sister standing in the doorway uncertainly.
"Hey Lily,"
"What's wrong?"
Albus sighed "Lily if you were in my position what would you pick?"
"The right one," Lily said confidently.
"But what if you don't know if there's a right one Lily? What if they're both wrong? How can you tell?"
"You can't Al, that's the thing. You just pick, and you find out in the end, that's life," Lily reached out and squeezed Albus' hand, "you'll pick right Albus, you always do in the end."
Albus looked up at his younger sister. When had she become wise? She gave him a half smile and walked out of the room toward the staircase. He shook his head and looked at the letters. He pulled them all together into a neat pile and folded them so they could fit in his pocket. Albus scratched his forehead and walked down to the hall to his room. He knew what he would do, but would James agree?
"Victoire! Hurry up!" Louis shouted up the stairs of shell cottage at Victoire. She had, as girls tend to do, waited until the last minute to make sure everything she wanted was packed. She was fluttering around Fleur's room like a hummingbird.
Louis and his family were going to France for the next few weeks since their aunt is about to give birth to their first cousin on their mothers side of the family. Louis had been packed and ready for the last two days. It's not like he had much to pack though, enough clothes to last two weeks, toothbrush deodorant, boxers, the usual. Victoire on the other hand seemed to need her entire closet, every pair of shoes she owned, and enough perfume to drown in. And with all the packing Victoire did at her and Teddy's flat, it had somehow slipped her mind to pick out an "arrival outfit". Something Louis was sure she made up but she insisted she didn't and claimed she didn't have time for his questions. Which led her to looking around their mum's room for something to wear.
His mother, Fluer, and his father, Bill, had left a few hours earlier to pick up their sister Dominique from
Beauxbotons where she just got let out. Dominique had been the only one of the three children to pick Beauxbaton. She said it sounded better to her than Hogwarts, but Louis knew it was because she didn't want to live in the Weasley-Potter clan shadow. Dominique looked much like Victoire, except she kept her hair in a short bob, wore less makeup, and was about three inches shorter. Dominique was also more sweet-tempered and kind than Victoire, but boy if you got her angry you were in for it. Louis had always stuck to Dominique as a kid, she was easy to get along with and they were closer in age; also they shared common interests unlike Victoire, who's only interests seemed to be boys and mirrors.
Louis checked his watch, half past four. They were supposed to have left half an hour ago. They were supposed to meet their parents at Gabrielle's at 4:00 but at the rate Victoire was going they wouldn't get there until 6.
"Teddy, can you do something?" Louis asked the blue haired boy sitting at the table.
"Sorry mate, there's no point in telling Vic to hurry she only takes longer. She told me she was ready back at the flat, wonder what she's doing," Teddy scratched his head and looked up at the ceiling where he could hear his girlfriend moving quickly across the floor.
"She told me she was pick an 'arrival outfit'," Louis said
"Hmph, well that's Vic for ya. One time Vic and I had dinner reservations for our two year anniversary at that nice restaurant in Diagonal Alley, The Golden Dragon, and Vic ended up taking so long getting ready we missed our reservations. It was ok though, she made up for it that ni-" Teddy seemed to realise who he was talking to and cleared his throat, "Err um never mind. So Louis you got a girlfriend?"
Louis watched Teddy for a bit before answering, "No, to much trouble."
"Ahh they aren't that bad. They're real fun to have around if you actually like them."
"Well all the girls I know are airheads and the ones that are smart, are either related to me or not my type," Louis looked at his watch again. What the bloody hell takes that girl so long?
"Nah, I'm sure there's some girl you'll like soon enough. After all James used to tell me that he thought girlfriends were a hassle and now look where he is-chasing after a girl," Teddy smiled and leaned back in his chair a bit.
"Yeah one who hates him." Louis said with a laugh
"True, but James tells me she's smart AND pretty AND fun," Teddy raised his eyebrows.
"Well she somewhat is I suppose, but she's more like Molly you know, all rules and regulations, never any fun. I don't get why James likes her, but I don't really get James. He's crazy over her and she's indifferent to him, so I'm still right, girlfriends are to much trouble." Teddy just smirked at Louis. He got up and ruffled his hair.
"Little Louis, never any imagination," with that Teddy walked to the stairs and took them two at a time.
Louis sat and picked at the table waiting for Victoire and Teddy to come down. Just because Louis didn't want a girlfriend didn't mean he didn't want a girl. It just meant he didn't want a permanent one. Louis liked the girls, just ones that after you snogged in a broom closet left you alone. Nothing more, nothing less. He liked an easy girl, that was smart enough to know when she was unwanted, but isn't that what all boys wanted. Except James- and Albus, but Louis suspected he was gay. Maybe someday if a girl comes along that has a brain and beauty and a good sense of humour then Louis will think about a relationship. But let's face it that girl doesn't exist and Louis isn't looking very
hard. Louis just liked books and spending time with his friends, with the occasional quickie, anything more and it would mess up the balance of his life. Which, balance was something everyone needed.
Louis heard the stairs creek five minutes later and turned to face his sister and Teddy.
"Well I'm ready, lets go," Victoire hopped down the steps with Teddy trailing behind her his hair gone from cyan blue to a deep shade of red. Louis had a clue what they were doing up there, but hopefully he was wrong. Unfortunately Louis was rarely wrong, so the odds weren't in his favor.
"Finally Vic. Let's get out of here," Louis got up and followed the two through the fireplace and to their Aunt Gabrielle's.
"Dominique! You need to see zees!"
Dominique lifted her blonde head up from the fashion magazine she'd been reading to look at her very pregnant aunt.
"Yes auntie?" Dominique said, a faint french accent tracing her words.
"It's a peecture of you at beauxbatons! There must have been a reeporter or somezeeng!"
Dominique looked over her aunts shoulder at the picture she was pointing to in the newspaper. In it was a girl laughing at whatever she was seeing. She had a wide smile open with a breathless laugh on her pretty face and her hair was being blown by a small breeze along with her Beauxbatons skirt. Dominique remembered when it had been taken. It was during the cultural day fair at beauxbatons and she was watching her friend Mayella dance the salsa with her long time crush. Mayella had been so distracted she had fallen off the stage. She smiled fondly at the memory.
"Yes, it was cultural day, a reporter came to do an article on it. He interviewed Arabella I think it's down here," Dominique said in a soft voice, her hand on Gabrielle's shoulder.
"Oh how wonderful!" Gabrielle said then flipped the page. Dominique walked away, grabbing her magazine and heading softly up the stairs.
She had been staying with her aunt since she got out of Beauxbatons. Her mother and father were supposed to be coming today with Victoire and Louis, they were going to stay here in France until her aunt have birth. Dominique sighed contently, she ran her hand down her plush bed covers, she hadn't seen her family since Christmas break and she missed them terribly, even Victoire.
Dominique sat down softly on the bed and stared out the window her wide baby blue eyes breathing in the beautiful French landscape. Sometimes she regretted going to Beauxbatons, she never saw her family, save for school breaks, but moments like this when it was just her and nature, the fresh air, she knew she made the right choice. A tough one, but the right one. Dominique tucked her short hair behind her ear and walked back down stairs. Her family would be there any minutes, and she had big news to tell them.
"Bill! Let's go!" Fleur commanded her husband.
"Fleur, calm down its fine, the kids probably haven't even left yet, this is Victoire we're talking about,"
"Yes Bill but Victoire said she had big news for all of us and I don't want to miss it,"
Bill walked up to Fleur and kissed her softly on the lips, "She won't tell it with out you, now calm down, I'm almost done,"
Fleur sighed against Bill's lips, "Hurry, please," she said in a calmer tone, a smile turning up the corners of her lips.
Bill turned back to the desk where he had been fiddling with a remote control car. He had taken the car apart and was working on putting it back together. Bill's interest in muggle contraptions had been growing lately with his promotion to Vice of Muggle Relations in the Ministry of Magic. Much to his fathers elation.
He and Fleur were supposed to have left to Gabrielle's 30 minutes ago, but when Fleur came to Bill's office, she was already late by 15 minutes and Bill had stalled her for 15 more minutes trying to put back this muggle contraption.
"There done, lets go lovely," Bill grabbed Fleur's delicate hand in his and, with a bang, vanished from his office to France-the land of love and his breathtaking wife Fleur.
"Auntie! We're here!" Victoire sang, "and we brought someone! Dom?" Victoire slipped her hand from Teddy's and walked to the living room, Teddy and Louis trailing her. Victoire's heart was pounding, her mind running over and over the same things. Her "big" news. Big wasn't nearly what this news was. This news was amazing ground-breaking, earth-shattering, this news was the biggest thing to ever happen to her in her life. To call it simply "big" news is to do an injustice to this news. Victoire felt a chill of excitement run through her as she crossed the threshold into the kitchen. She slipped her hand back into her perfect boyfriend and gave him a perfect smile. Her news, his news, their news. New. News. News.
Teddy caught her smiling at him and turned and smiled back at her. God she loved him. Had she ever truly loved before Teddy? She didn't think so. Every relationship she had had before Teddy seemed ridiculous and insignificant. She squeezed his hand and continued her hunt for her aunt and sister her thoughts of Teddy drifting to things that ought not to be written about.
"Vic? Louis?" Dominique's blonde head appeared over the railing a brilliant smile lighting up her face. She turned and rushed down the stairs.
"Dom!" Victoire hurried to meet her, with Louis following.
"Oh Vic! I've missed you so much can you believe it?" Dominique said as she sqeeuzed Victoire into a bone crushing hug.
"Dominique stand back let me get a look at you," Victoire stood back her hands on Dominique's shoulders. Dominique had grown a few inches and had thinned out.
"Oh dommy, you've gotten so beautiful!"
Dominique just smiled and turned to Louis.
"Louis," She hugged him and ruffled his hair, "you're taller than me now Louis."
"Yeh, I hit my growth spurt I guess," Louis smiled at Dominique, "I missed you Dom,"
Dominique smiled at him and pulled him in for another hug, "I missed you too Louis, how's the Rogues still causing trouble for the headmaster?"
Louis snorted, "Of course, but it's not hard to anger the headmaster, he's a real git. He gave James and I a detention for being to loud in the hallway in front of his office,"
"James told me about that. Said you guys had to clean out Hippogruff dung from the cage Hagrid keeps em' in," Teddy added.
"Yeh it was the worst detention I'be ever had," Louis said
"Teddy! I didn't know you were coming!"
"What miss a chance to see your beautiful face Dom? Wouldn't dream of it," Teddy said as they hugged.
"Dommy, where is Auntie and Uncle?" Victoire asked.
"And Mum and Dad, are they here yet?" Louis added
"Uncle's at work, Auntie went upstairs to take a nap fifteen minutes ago and no Mum and Dad aren't here, which is weird they're usua-" Dominique was cut off by a bang and her moms bell-like laugh.
"Mum! Dad!" Dominique ran to her parents and pulled them into a bone crushing hug. Bill chuckled and smoothed her hair down before he kissed her on the head.
"How have you been princess?"
Dominique laughed breathlessly "Oh wonderful! You'll never guess I have the best news-"
"Oh that reminds me! Victoire what's your news?" Victoire looked up from her conversation with Teddy at her mum. She had a goofy smile on her pretty face from the dirty joke Teddy had just told her. She slipped her tiny hand into his strong one and squeezed lightly before she pulled him along to her mum; giving him a smile of encouragement which sent his heart racing for a million different reasons.
"We're going to wait until everyone's here, Dommy when will Uncle Ryan be home?"
"Any minute now, Mum you should go wake up Auntie," Dominique nodded towards the stairs as she said this and squeezed her dads hand.
"Dad, you'll never guess what happened at school! You'll never ever guess!" Dominique hopped up and down. She was giddy from seeing her family, she had missed them all so much, especially Louis and her dad. She had always been closer with Louis and everyone knew she was a daddy's girl.
"Hold on before you tell us about school why don't we all unpack first huh?" Bill gave Dominique a smile and mused her hair before picking up his suitcase and walking up the stairs; the whole family following his lead.
Louis sat quietly on the couch, listening to the stream of words falling from Dominique's mouth. Listening wouldn't really be right, listening implies that he's actually thinking about what she was saying. He seemed to just hear the sound of Dominique's voice. A soft voice, almost a whisper, her voice seemed to perfectly parallel her personality. Louis got to thinking as he sat on a couch in France on a Wednesday evening. Maybe everyone's voice matched their personality, Lysander's was dreamy like he was; Lorcan's had a sharp tone to it- almost an impatient one- like his personality; Fred's was loud and taunting, much like Fred and James was of course Arrogant and loud. Louis wondered what his voice sounded like to other people, he hoped it sounded brave and intelligent, like his Dads. He really hoped he had a voice like his Dads. Strong and unafraid. Louis knew he didn't though, he had a voice like Louis' and his dad had a voice like his dad's.
Louis looked down at his hands. He heard Dominique say something about embassador. He vaguely wondered what she was talking about, but a hang nail on his pinky finger distracted him. He needed to remember to cut that. Louis was bored to say the least. He had been sitting here for an hour waiting for his uncle to get back from work. He had been caught up at the office, something about the author's book he had published being banned in Austria. Louis didn't really know, he hadn't been listening. It all resulted in, though, Victoire delaying her announcement until his uncle got home. Louis wasn't anxious like his mother, or annoyed like Dominique, he already knew the announcement. He wasn't the top of his class for nothing after all. He had figured it out when Victoire had said our and looked over at Teddy.
Louis sighed and slid deeper into his seat. He had already caught up with his family, well as much as you could for his standards. Louis was usually more involved with the family during reunions but he wasn't feeling it today. Maybe it was the news about Nadia, probably. She had been an old flame of his, nothing serious, just a couple quickies in an abandoned class room or broom closet. He wondered where she was, he hoped she had run away, he hoped but he knew she hadn't. Nadia wasn't very bright but she wasn't that dumb, she wouldn't run away knowing she had no where to go, and no one to take care of. He knew she had no boyfriend to flee to, she would have told everyone if she did have one. Nadia hadn't run away, Louis knew this but he pretended he didn't to comfort himself. Each time he thought it, Nadia ran away, he felt the knot in his chest ease a little. He began saying it over and over in his mind until he even began to believe it, foolishly so.
Louis heard his uncles voice as he came into the room; he saw everyone get up to rush and hug him, and he did too. He heard his uncle tell the news about what happened. He heard Victoire's annoucment. He was right, she was enhanced to Teddy, they were to be wed next summer. He heard his Mum's squeal of joy his fathers laugh, he heard the congratulations, and he too said congratulations.
Louis was in a trance, everything seemed so surreal to him, Nadia's family was mourning her, and yet, his family was jumping up with elation, the eldest of the Potter-Weasley clan was marrying someone; not just anyone either, Teddy, the child everyone loved as their son because he had no parents. Louis was caught up in memories and thoughts of Nadia, she had been so sweet, why her? Louis was getting confused as he thought about it, about her. She was smart, she wouldn't run, but who would kidnap her, the monster wasn't smart enough to kidnap a witch as capable as Nadia. Was it? No it wasn't, of course not. But maybe? Louis scratched his neck, leaving a deep red mark. He was thinking to fast, his head was spinning, he needed to sit. Louis often thought like this, he thought himself crazy, his friends knew how to pull him out of it, but alone all Louis could do was think and think until he went crazy. He didn't need to sit, he realised, he needed to move, Louis didn't think anyone would notice if he was gone, they were caught up in Victoire, they were always caught up in Victoire, everyone was. Louis went into the kitchen and wrote a quick note telling them he was going to get ice cream. Louis grabbed his jacket and left.
The sweet French breeze blew into Louis face blowing back his shaggy hair. Louis brushed it back, he really needed to get a haircut. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe.
"Louis! Louis wait!" Louis head lifted up and he turned around, his older sister Dominique was running to catch up with him. Dominique was making quick steps, her hands tucked into her jacket pockets to keep them warm. She had a small smile on her face and rosy cheeks, she had been laughing at something before she left. Louis wondered what.
"Louis," Dominique breathed, she slipped her arm into his and fell into step with him.
"Dom," Louis nodded at her. She was still smiling, she always was. Louis wondered if it was because she was always happy, or if it was just a habit, he hoped it was the former. He truly did. Louis loved his sister, she was his best friend, along with the Rogues, but he worried about her when she was gone; he worried that she was lonely at Beauxbatons. He couldn't help it she was his sister.
"Louis what's wrong?" Dominique asked.
Louis sighed and shrugged his shoulders. What would he tell her? About the monster? About the missing girl? He supposed he could, but right now, he didn't feel like going through the trouble, "Nothing, I don't know not nothing. I'm just thinking to much you know. Do you ever do that? You think about one thing and it lead to another and another and you just can't stop thinking. It happens to me all the time."
Dominique looked at him with her wide un-judging blue eyes, "No I don't, but maybe it's because I'm not as smart as you you know?"
"Don't say that you're brilliant Dom,"
"But not as brilliant as you," she didn't say this accusingly or bitter, she was simply stating a fact. It was like saying kittens have fur, one couldn't get mad at that.
"Well I think you're brilliant Dom."
"Thanks Louis."
They walked in silence, save for the sound of their shoes on the pavement and their cold breaths. The city lights of France lit up their faces, making the pedestrians on the street stop and stare at their inhuman beauty. They were Veelas after all, if only 1/16. They were headed to the ice cream shop, which Louis prayed was still open. He didn't know how long French shops stay open; well he did, but he always forgot.
"Hey Louis," Dom turned to him.
"Hmm?" He said absent mindedly.
"The ice cream shops over there," Dom pointed back a couple stores across the street. He hadn't even noticed. He laughed with her as he crossed the street.
Violet crossed the street. She was headed to get ice cream, Reneé and the family had all gone out to dinner but Violet wasn't in the mood with what had just turned up. They had left her money in case she wanted to get something, and Violet had later decided that she was, in fact, hungry. Violet roamed the streets of France clearing her mind and trying to find somewhere to eat.
Violet saw a flash of blonde walking into an ice cream shop that caught her eye. She thought she was mistaken, but still she crossed the street and headed toward where she had seen the blonde head enter. Violet pushed open the bright red door; sending a bell tinkling. The blonde head was standing next to another blonde head, but this one was a girl and what looked like his sister.
"Louis?" Violet walked up behind them; her heart pounding, what luck! Louis!
Louis turned around, an expression of faint confusion which turned to surprise, "Violet, what are you doing here?" Louis pulled her in for a hug, to which she gladly accepted.
"I'm with my family friend Reneé this summer. What about you?"
"My aunt on my mum's sides having a baby, so we're here until then," Dominique coughed politely and then smiled at Violet.
"Oh right, Violet this is my older sister Dom, Dom this is Violet, she's a year below me at Hogwarts," Dom shook Violet's hand, her eyebrows raised.
"Lovely to meet you, so you're James Violet I presume?" Dominique said politely, unaware to Violet's darkening expression.
"No, I'm not, nor will I ever be James' Violet," Violet said disdainfully.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend, it's just the way he speaks of you I assumed," Dominique smiled apologetically.
"It's perfectly fine, it's not your fault Potter's a git, how come I've never met you? I thought I knew all the Weasley-Potter clan,"
"I decided to go to Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts. Most people are surprised when they find out about me," Dominique laughed sweetly.
"Violet, where's the family you're staying with?" Louis asked her.
"They went out to dinner, but I didn't feel like going after what happened," Violet gave him a knowing look. Dominique looked at them suspiciously.
"Yeah I know," Louis said solemnly.
"What happened?" Dominique said curiously.
"Umm nothing Dom, I'll tell you when we get home," Louis hushed her, "Violet we have to go, it was nice seeing you,"
"Violet give me your address you should come over for dinner sometime," Dominique said.
Violet quickly wrote down her address and handed it to Dominique who gave her a quick hug and followed Louis who gave Violet a wave and a smile which sent her heart pounding. Maybe this summer wouldn't be as terrible as it began.
I know, I know. I'm a terrible horrible, horrible person. I took forever to post this, I don't even want to look at how long it took me. Also I started writing in the form of letters, but it just wasn't working for m, so I wrote it like i usually do, the changing point of views. This chapter really did not want to be written. But the next chapter will hopefuly be up sooner. I'd lie and say that school started and got in the way, but let';s be honest we all know that's a lie. Well anyway Reviews are my life, and flamers are welcomed, as long as it's constructive criticism. Tell your friends, tell your mom, heck even tell our principal about this story, but only if you want to! I'll try to write the next chapter sooner! I love you followers, reviewers and favoriters!
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