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Here's another chapter. Hope you all like it! Thanks for all the reviews!

You'll probably wonder why Root and Vinyáya are there. Well, let's just say they were old enough to see Holly's father and her. Technically, though, Holly's dad wasn't so old when he passed away, so this explanation kind of makes sense. Yeah…

Chapter 4. On the Way to a New Home

Many fairies were looking at the three when they passed in the halls. Calanthe saw a LEP officer coming down for break and told him to replace her quickly before he had the chance to complain. Now, each child in hand, she made her way down the hall to her husband's office.

"Wait here, kids," she said, looking at Holly and Evaline, making sure they understood. Calanthe knocked and waited for a response.

"Bastian?" She carefully opened the door.

"Here's not here, but I think I know where he is," she said to Holly and Evie.

"He who?" asked Evie.

"My husband."

"You mean the male you're married to?" asked Holly curiously. Calanthe chuckled.

"Yes, the male I'm married to." Holly didn't know why she just laughed at her. It was only a question, after all.

"Let's go see in his boss' office, okay?" Mrs Kelp asked, slightly bending down to hold their hands again. The two stayed quiet, but nodded their heads. Calanthe was used to being around kids. She had two herself, actually—Drefan and Gregor.

They walked off to another corridor, hearing shouts being made. Calanthe sighed.

"Root," she murmured, though Evaline heard this.

"There's a tree shouting in there?" This made the lady laugh more than when Holly commented last time.

"No, no, dear. See for yourself," she said, as the shouting got louder, which meant that they were close. She knocked on the door. There was an irritated sigh before a reply.

"Come in!" said Root impatiently. Calanthe opened the door, revealing Vinyáya, Root and her husband, Bastian. She hushed the little elves, telling them to take a seat.

Root's eyes widened when he saw two little squirts in his office. His face turned even redder than it was before. Vinyáya and Bastian smiled widely, enjoying the sight of his irritated expression.

"Calanthe, what are two little rascals doing my office?" he demanded, trying not to scare them off. Actually, it didn't really matter. At the mention of this, Holly had to say something. She jumped off her seat and marched right up to Root.

"Hey, mister! I am not a rascal! And Evie isn't either!" Root was taken aback. No one spoke to him that way, especially not this little twenty-year-old girl.

"Don't you talk back to me, young lady!"

"Well you don't talk back to me then! And stop your shouting!"

"Why you little—" It could be anyone's guess what he was going to say next, but Vinyáya had restrained him.

"Now Root, is that a way to talk to such a sweet little elf?" asked Vinyáya.

"I don't have the time for this."

"So we see. Calanthe, dear, what's the meaning of this?"

"Umm…" she didn't want to start the conversation while the kids were there. She told Holly to go back to see Evaline.

"You see, they're orphans," she started.

"I can see why elves wouldn't want them," said Root.

"Oh, don't say such nonsense, Julius!" exclaimed Vinyáya.

Tension built up. Everyone was feeling pity for the two little ones now. Mrs Kelp decided to continue.

"They told me that they ran off, and that they came here because Holly—the girl who talked to you, sir—her father used to work here." Root's eyes widened.

"Whose daughter is she?"

"She says that Damien Short was her father." For once, Root didn't say anything. How could he have… or his wife, actually, have… conceived such an awful child?

"Sweetheart, why are you telling us this?" Bastian asked, speaking up for the first time since his wife had gotten here.

"Well, they said they needed a family—"

"Dear, you know we've got our hands full with Drefan and Gregor!"

"I know, but I couldn't just have left them standing there! And you were such great friends with Damien! It's the least we can do." Bastian thought about it, but it didn't take long. He sighed.

"Okay, then. At least they're past the stage of needing diaper changes." Calanthe giggled. Root was still confused.

"So why'd I need to know about this?"

"I was wondering if we needed to discuss this with the Council or not. Perhaps you could tell them."

"That won't be necessary, Calanthe. It's your decision. The orphanage would have to know, of course, but otherwise I don't think the Council needs to be informed," said Vinyáya.

"Very well," nodded Mrs Kelp.

Mr Kelp walked up to the children.

"So, who do we have here?" he asked in fatherly tone. It took them a few seconds before realizing that he was talking to them.

"My name is Evie, sir."

"And mine is Holly."

"How are you two?"

"Okay," they said in unison.

"So are you staying at my family's house?"

"Can we?" asked Holly. Her eyes showed much hope.

"Of course, you both can! I have two sons. One is very young though. His name is Gregor. My other son, Drefan, he's about your age. I think you'll all get along just fine."

After the grownups had spoken for a long time, Mr and Mrs Kelp, Holly and Evaline were on their way home. Or for the little elves, their new, temporary house. However, they first had to go and pick up Drefan from school and Gregor from nursery school.

Bastian parked the car on the side of the street, in front of Haven's Elementary School. A little elf came running to the car.

"Hey Dad!" Drefan said happily.

"Mom, you're here too!" Calanthe smiled.

"Yes, dear, now get in the car. We have some news for you."

Suddenly, he saw through the open window to the back of the van.

"Mom… who are they?" he said, looking at the two little elves as if they were mud people.

"I'll tell you all about it when we get home," she said kindly. Drefan shrugged. Maybe they would like to be his new friends. He opened the side door and jumped into the van.

"Hey! My name's Drefan, who are you?"

"Hi, my name's Evaline, but you can call me Evie."

"I'm Holly."

"What are you doing here?" Drefan asked curiously.

"My daddy was friend's with your dad."

"Oh. So where is he?"

"Up there," Holly pointed.

"On our car roof?" demanded Drefan, shocked.

"No! Up there!"

"With the mud people?" He was even more astounded.

"No, you goof!"

Holly suddenly remembered that she had to be grateful. They were taking her in, after all.

"I mean, no, Drefan. He's in heaven."

"Oh… Sorry."

"It's okay. I want to be just like my dad when I grow up."

"Me too! I'm going to be in the LEP. What did your dad do?"

"He was in the LEP, too."

"But you can't work there later! You're a girl!"

"Excuse me?" scoffed Holly.

"Oh no, you shouldn't have said that," whispered Evaline to Drefan. Luckily, she was sitting next to him, preventing Holly from doing anything drastic.

"You don't know her like I do," she added.

The car departed, headed for the nursery school. It was going to be a long—and maybe loud—ride.

So… wonder what Holly's going to do next?

By the way, if you didn't get it, Drefan is Trouble and Gregor is Grub!

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