Note: Trivia tidbit: Chapter 3 was over 5,000 words long (according to ffnet's weird calculations). Like whoa. I don't think I've ever written anything that long in a single chapter or oneshot. And this one is even longer by a couple hundred or so. 0_0

I own nothing of Homestuck or Harry Potter. I am not making money from this, nor am I intending any copyright infringement.

Chapter 4:

(A Bit About Wand-Choosing That Bears Mentioning)

When Karkat and Terezi went to go buy their wands, it took a lot of persuading to convince Ollivander that selling wands to a pair of trolls was legal, but he finally consented when they waved some Hogwarts paperwork in his face. As the two of them proceeded to make a runaway train wreck out of his shop by trying out the different wands he presented to them, Mrs. Wealsey and Ginny went down the street to buy potions supplies for everyone, leaving Harry and Ron to supervise.

They beat a hasty retreat after Terezi's wand finally accepted her lovingly, with a shoosh of warm air to her face and a celebratory surge of bright teal fire that instantaneously lit half the store aflame.

The two trolls threw down their money and beat a hasty retreat out the front door.

Luna Lovegood dipped her toes into the stream by her house, watching the ripples in the water intently for any sign of Gulping Plimpies. They weren't as plentiful this time of year, of course, but she wasn't about to miss a chance to have delicious Plimpy soup just because the weather wasn't ideal. She leaned forward on the rock she was sitting on, running her fingers into the water and wriggling them hopefully; maybe the Plimpies would think they were worms and would come out from under the stones in the stream bed for a nibble.

Suddenly, a spear of light shot down from the sky, and something landed in the stream, close enough for her to see it was a person, and scatter the water into the air as he or she made impact with the creekbed.

Quickly, Luna pulled her fingers from the water and rolled up the cuffs of her pants a few more times, before wading downstream to the person who had fallen, careful not to twist her ankle on the uneven and slippery footing.

He was a he, she was sure, and he had grey skin, masses of black hair, and a pair of long, orange horns sticking up from the top of his head.

Luna bit her lip thoughtfully and looked down at him, trying to place the features in her vast knowledge of magical creatures. Suddenly, his body slipped a little, letting ice-cold water wash up dangerously close to his mouth and nose. That simply would not do. She pulled her wand from behind her ear and levitated him out of the water, depositing him on the slope of grass next to the stream, before scurrying up the hill to get a closer look.

Yes... the grey skin, the orange horns... Clearly this was a specimen of the elusive Skaian Troll, better known as the Sky-Troll, that her father had told her about. At least, she remembered that her father had told her about them. Or maybe it was just something she once saw in her crystal ball during Divination Class. It's hard to tell with memories, sometimes.

She strolled back to the stream to gather her shoes and socks, before returning to the Skaian Troll and levitating him with a flick of her wand. It was only polite to take him in until he woke up, after all. The Gulping Plimpies could wait.

"Hermione! Hey, HERMIONE! Look, Harry, there she is!"

Terezi pulled her nose out of a display of intoxicating, lime-colored flowers and sniffed in the direction of Ron's waving arm. She couldn't really tell which of the many people down the road was Hermione, but it seemed that Ron was pointing in the direction of a lovely grapeberry-scented building with huge plumes of vibrant color wafting out of it. She grinned in appreciation at the loud display.

"Ron!" she heard a female voice call happily, "Harry! Ginny!"

The group bumped along down the crowded street toward the welcoming doors of the delicious building. Terezi held her cane out in front of her, cackling merrily whenever she felt it rap sharply against Karkat's heels, and ignored the strange stares that passers-by were giving her. When the group finally made it in front of the shop, Terezi was better able to pick out the soft perfume and chocolatey scent of the human Hermione's abundant hair. The humans embraced one another in greeting, causing Karkat to grumble with irritation and discomfort, but Terezi paid them no mind, instead pressing both her nose and tongue to the window-display of the shop.

She nearly fainted at the overload of delectable flavors and smells. Everything behind the window was exploding and flaring up with bright, color-imbued sparks and flashing trails of the sweetest candy light. She sighed with contentment and continued to lick at the glass, leaving trails of drool everywhere. She would never leave this window willingly.

"Terezi. Cut it out. Terezi! TEREZI! GODDAMN-ARG!" Karkat clawed at his own neck with both hands, shuddering and leaning over to gasp at the ground.

Ron laughed uproariously at the spectacle and Harry did so too, but to a lesser degree. Terezi didn't care. She had died and gone to tongue and nose were permanently melded to this delicious window of rainbow magic.

Hermione's happiness and excitement at meeting back up with her friends was soon overswept by curiosity and befuddlement. The two trolls that Harry and Ron had written about were right there, in the flesh, presumably to buy school supplies of their own. They were just as Ron had described, with orange horns, and gray skin, and one of them was right then gagging on his own tongue by the force of a strong Cuss Curse.

She stepped away from Ron, whom she'd just embraced, and tentatively approached the troll.

"Hello?"

He finally straightened up and wiped away a fleck of spittle from the corner of his mouth, scowling fire at her.

"Yeah?" he snarled.

"Um, so was your name Carcat?"

"Yeah," he grunted, and glanced away from her to the female troll who was drawing a lot of stares for her apparent attraction to the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes display. "TEREZI, I SAID CUT IT OUT WITH YOUR DISTURBINGLY SLOPPY MAKE-OUTS WITH THAT WINDOW ALREADY." The female troll, Terezi, paid him no mind and continued lapping at the glass. Carcat sighed heavily.

"And you're a troll, correct?" Hermione pressed.

"Yeah," he glared back at her with glowing orange eyes, "Do all these pedantic questions serve any purpose other than to flaunt your somewhat disconcerting knowledge like some overeager cluckbeast in a knowledge-spattered leotard? Honestly, if you know so much, I'd fu... I'd very much prefer if you kept your corpulent, unattractive, smartass-BLUH!" he broke off with a violent retching sound and doubled over without uttering another syllable.

Hermione glanced around, hoping for some more explanation, but no one seemed particularly keen to provide it.

"Come on," said Ginny finally, "Let's go inside and see what new goods there are this year! Terezi! I know you'll love the pygmy puffs! George told me that they've bred a whole rainbow of them now."

"Hehe, you had me at 'rainbow'!" Terezi exclaimed, pulling herself away from the window.

Ginny seemed to have taken it upon herself to guide Terezi, and Hermione immediately joined the pair as they entered the joke shop. Perhaps Terezi would be more receptive to questioning that Carcat was. Hermione glanced over her shoulder and noticed that the male troll was trailing behind them through the crowd of people in the store, apparently reluctant to split up with Terezi. Harry and Ron were making a beeline towards the far end of the shop to examine updated selection of Skiving Snackboxes and prank items, while Ginny was steering Terezi around the displays by the elbow as the troll sniffed and cackled hyperactively at each new item that bounced, fluttered, or otherwise passed by. Herminone sped up to match their pace.

"See? There they are, Terezi." Ginny pointed at a cage full of small balls of vibrantly colored fur. A pointy toothed grin promptly split Terezi's face like a rift and she lurched forward to sniff vehemently between the bars.

"OH, J3GUS! There's a C4NDY R3D ON3! I'm going to DROOL a f***ing R1V3R!"

"God, Terezi, would you lay off your disturbing color fetish for JUST ONE NORMAL, UNSCREWED-TIMELINE SECOND?" Carcat asked, finally making it through the crowd and pushing up next to them.

"Can you buy these? That C4NDY R3D one is mine!"

"OH HOLY BULGE-JUICE, NO!"

Hermione glared sideways at Carcat. She was liking him less with every vile word he uttered.

"Sure, they're for sale, after all," Hermione said matter-of-factly to Terezi.

"GR3AT!" Terezi reached up with one hand and – Hermione blinked – pulled a large, quasi-rectangular card out of thin air.

"Wait, where did you...?" Hermione gasped, as Terezi scratched the back of the card with one finger and sniffed it a bit.

"Hehehe, yup, this is the one!" she exclaimed, and suddenly an impressive collection of galleons tumbled out of the card and scattered at their feet. "Whoops!"

"Jegus PYROPE!" Carcat growled, before kneeling down and collecting the coins for her in an uncharacteristic display of chivalry. But he quickly recovered from these pleasant mannerisms when a young child approached one of the coins curiously and he screamed at her, "IF YOU SO MUCH AS TOUCH THAT WITH YOUR PINK, GRUBBY LITTLE MEAT-FINGERS, I'LL RAGE-PUNT YOU SO HARD OUT THE FRONT WINDOW YOU'LL HAVE GLASS STUCK WAY DOWN IN THE DEPTHS OF YOUR VASCULAR DIGESTIVE POUCH UNTIL ETERNITY FALLS APART AT THE PARADOXICAL CORNERS!" The young girl was so frightened, she scurried away before she could even think of crying.

"Carcat!" Hermione exclaimed angrily, "That's no way to treat a child."

"Oh, shut your repulsive face already," he grumbled, cradling the stacks of coins carefully as he got back to his feet, "How many of these gold things for that ugly sack of furry red stench then?"

"Just... one," Ginny said, her eyes wide as she regarded the treasure horde.

Terezi snatched up a gold coin and held out the card, which Karkat dumped the rest of the galleons onto. They all disappeared into its surface, only to show up as an image on the front. She then lifted the card back up over her head and let go. It promptly vanished.

"How did you do that?" Hermione asked, fascinated, "It looks somewhat like it could be a layered vanishing and summoning spell imbued into a dimensionally expanded item, but that's some incredibly complex magic..."

"It's just a normal captchalogue card," Terezi said, "The humans we knew all had them. Don't you?"

Hermione shook her head in bewilderment.

"Heh," Terezi said, sounding utterly unconcerned, "Well, just one of those dimensional differences, I guess."

When Gamzee opened his eyes, he was in an environment that was all unfamiliar and shit. He snarled as he threw the constraining layers of cloth from his body and all up and put his feet down on the ground already, feeling motherf***ing crappy and painful in his think pan. Where was the slime?

Oh, right, he'd motherf***ing FORGOTTEN, IF YOU COULD BELIEVE IT.

The stuff rots your think pan.

EATS IT ALL UP LIKE A HUNGRY LITTLE MOTHERF***ER AS YOU LOOK INTO IT LIKE WHOA, MOTHERF***ER, SLOW THE MOTHERF***ING DOWN ALREADY.

But it doesn't, does it?

"Hello! What is your name?"

Gamzee twitched and growled, whipping his head around to glare at the diminutive little MOTHERF***ING HUMAN, I HATE HUMANS, THE BLASPHEMOUS LITTLE MOTHERF***ERS.

"Gamzee motherf***ing Makara, sweetheart," he grinned, fangs flashing white, "WHAT COLOR IS YOUR BLOOD, HUMAN?"

"Oh, it's red," she said conversationally, setting down a tray of tea onto the bed stand, "Most humans have red blood, if I'm not very much mistaken. Although some people affected with Whiffling Bloodyringer venom can get an orange tint to their blood."

"Where's the motherf***ing point in that," he snarled, eyes narrowing, "WHAT'S THE MOTHERF***ING POINT OF PAINTING IN ONE COLOR?"

"Oh, painting in one color can be difficult, that's true," said the human, pulling up a chair and sitting right next to him, "But the end result can be beautiful, all the same."

Gamzee stared at her. He stared at this human with the flighty hair and the wide motherf***ing eyes and the radishes dangling from her ears.

"I'll kill you," he said softly, "I'LL MOTHERF***ING SPILL OUT ALL YOUR BLOOD. And then we'll see, just how beautiful of a wicked motherf***ing picture I can paint with your human red. AND THEN WE'LL MOTHERF***ING SEE WHO WAS RIGHT ALL A MOTHERF***ING LONG."

Gamzee lunged, hands groping for her neck, ready RIP HER HEAD OFF LIKE A MOTHERF***ING FAYGO CAP, but she flicked her wand, and he froze, mid-roar, his eyes burning red like the paint of human hearts, as she delicately picked up a teacup from the bed stand and gently pressed the rim of it to his snarling lips.

"Drink it," she said, smiling faintly, "Pacification Potion. It'll make you feel better."

AND HE MOTHERF***ING DID.

And it did.

HoNk.

Mrs. Weasley had invited Hermione over for dinner at the Burrow, and she'd accepted, but not before Apparating home and letting her parents know.

Everyone enjoyed the food immensely, and after the meal, the Hogwarts students (trolls and humans alike) settled down in Ron's bedroom. Ginny and Terezi were having a very enthusiastic nail-polishing session, while Harry, Ron, and Hermione discussed the new Hogwarts year amongst themselves. Karkat was sitting against the wall with his letter out, his eyes flicking over the words as he read.

The unique situations that surround your attendance leaves a lot of grey area, but we have been alerted of the necessity of your schooling with us, and hope that you will find the following arrangements to be reasonable.

As we are aware that your knowledge of magic is most likely not perfectly synchronized with the standards of your age group, you will be given an examination upon your arrival at Hogwarts. The test will simply identify your current knowledge, strengths, and weaknesses, so that you will be able to choose your classes in accordance with your ability and skills set. Any supplies you may need to purchase after you are placed in the classes will be covered by your professors, although we do request that you bring at least your wand, as well as some monetary compensation for the cost of your supplies.

As for board, you may stay in the same dormitory as the age group that we have been notified you to be. You will stay with the eighth year students, which will be between seventeen and nineteen years of age. We have been alerted that this is the correct correlation to your natural age of eight sweeps.

Eight sweeps. Eight sweeps. Karkat narrowed his eyes. Just what the fudge-f*** did this all mean? The last wriggling day he could remember living was his sixth, when he began playing Sgrub with the rest of them. He did think it was strange that he'd managed to just barely clear Terezi in height, and that their horns hand lengthened a bit, and a higher sweep count would explain that, but that didn't mean it didn't confuse him. He'd had a nasty shock that morning when he looked in the mirror and realized that his grey eyes were starting to get a bright red tinge to them. (Terezi managed to calm down his screamed streams of expletives at that. With some time. Quite a lot of time.) So did he and Terezi age when they passed into this world? That wasn't exceedingly unreasonable – Paradox Space was nothing if not lavish with it's think-pan-warping-time-shenanigans. But who was it that had "alerted" Hogwarts of his and Terezi's "necessity" to attend a school of magic?

You will be sorted into your House along with all the first-year students, so please follow along with the first-year students once the train arrives at Hogsmede. Be sure to be wearing your school robes for when you enter the school.

He shuffled to the next page which was listed with general school rules of conduct. Most of them confused him. Why did they have to wear "robes," for instance? That was just good old-fashioned bullshit. Who the f*** even cared what he toted around on his scrawny as f*** skeletally supported frame so long as it wasn't mentally scarring? But the ban on public displays of romantic affection he could understand, after having made a similar rule during their time on the meteor when he finally got sick of having his ocular spheres constantly abused with spontaneous sloppy makeout scenes across the lab.

Karkat folded up the letter and shoved it into his pocket. He then eyed a thin strip of wood that he'd left lying next to him. The ancient, frail human at the shop that looked like he could drop dead at any moment had said, "Nine inches of hickory heartwood, resilient, unicorn hair core." Karkat had tried to tell him that he didn't want a f***ing pansy-ass unicorn hair in his shitty little magic gesturing twig, thank you very much, but he'd been cut off at "f***ing." Stupid Cuss Curse. He picked it up and examined it a bit, rolling it in his hand. He had to admit, he did find it tolerable if not likeable, although it pissed him off that it shot red sparks when he waved it. Couldn't it have a bit of f***ing discretion?

Terezi had gotten ten and a half inches of cherry wood, with a dragon heartstring core. So predictable, he didn't even muster the energy to roll his eyes at it.

"Ron, you should really begin some of your summer reading. There's just so much of it! I'm so afraid I won't be prepared enough for NEWT level."

Karkat twirled his wand in his hand, listening in on the conversation.

"Aw, come off it Hermione! We have months before school starts," Ron pulled a Quidditch magazine from beneath his bed and folded it open.

"You're going to regret putting it off," she warned.

"We know, Hermione," Harry laughed, "It'll be the same as always."

"NEWT level is much more difficult than all our other years, you know!"

"Worse than OWL, you reckon?" Harry asked, sounding less apprehensive than he perhaps should have been, leaning relaxed against the side of Ron's bed.

"Of couse! From what I've read, they make you do interpretive magic, instead of just feeding us all the potions and spells to memorize. We'll be solving real-life problems with applied previous knowledge of spellwork, as well as the general rules of magic they've been teaching us all these years," her voice sounded both worried and excited.

Ron and Harry groaned loudly at the prospect.

Karkat started when Terezi's pygmy puff (unsurprisingly christened "Sir Candy Delicious") suddenly crawled onto his knee.

"Get off," he snarled. It churred at him a little and its repugnantly colored fluff stood on end. He poked it with the tip of his wand, making it squeak and shuffle back away to Terezi.

"Well, I really should be heading home now," Hermione said, getting to her feet, "I'll just go downstairs and thank Mrs. Weasley for the lovely dinner, and then I'll be off."

"I'll walk you down there," said Ron immediately, and the two of them exited the room. Harry stayed behind, watching the door close after them.

Harry watched the door close behind his two friends, feeling a little put off that they clearly expected him to stay behind. He was happy for them, of course, but it was awkward feeling like a horse's fifth leg half the time. And what would happen if they decided to break up? It would surely be even worse than the painful period a couple years ago when Ron started snogging Lavender Brown at every possible opportunity.

"Why don't you go after them, f***ass?" called the troll from across the room, making Harry jerk his head a little in surprise, "Aren't they your parasitic little human friendship victims?"

Harry quirked his eyebrow a little. Apparently the Cuss Curse had worn off already, even faster than it had the day before. He sighed, not feeling at all in the mood to be on the receiving end of this bad-tempred alien's colorful expletives. He shrugged noncommittally.

"Yeah, they're my friends alright," he said, scuffing one shoe with the other in an attempt to rub away a smear on the toe.

"So? Isn't giving sloppy as hell embraces and yelling 'BYE I'LL F***ING MISS YOUR REVOLTING SWEAT STENCH,' part of your customs or something?"

"No," Harry said, unconsciously dropping a small smirk, "But it is considered polite to slap people your friends across the face when you go your separate ways."

"...That's f***ing moronic. Human relationships are so weird."

Harry fought the urge to let his grin consume his face. There was nothing quite like pranking people to bring the edge off an uncomfortable situation. Turning his head away, he stared absentmindedly at where Terezi and Ginny were giggling as they sat on his mattress and painted their toenails with fresh bottles of nail polish that they had bought in Diagon Alley. He watched as a strand of Ginny's firey hair fell in front of her face and she pushed it back behind her ear with the heel of her hand.

Suddenly Carcat let out a sharp, strange sound that sounded like a cross between a grunt and a hiss. Harry's gaze snapped back to him.

"I get it," said the troll, "They're like human matesprits, and you're being a friendly, considerate bastard by giving them time alone to themselves."

Harry had not ever heard the term 'matesprits' used before, but he could guess, correctly, what it meant.

"Yeah, I guess," Harry said, shrugging, and looking back at Ginny. She was laughing and lifting her foot off the ground, keeping her freshly painted toes away from Arnold and Sir Candy Delicious, who were attempting to cuddle with her feet.

Just then, Ron strolled back into the room, humming and looking exceedingly happy. He flopped back down on his bed and stared dreamily at the ceiling a bit. Harry did his best not to notice. The silence in the room was broken only by the soft whispers and giggles of the two girls.

"Hey, do you have any magical, sparkly-ass textbooks I could bore my bulge with while I wait for the next shitty thing to happen?" Carcat asked Harry.

"Sure," said Harry, immediately getting to his feet and moving to open the large trunk that was jammed at the foot of Ron's bed. He dug through the mess inside until he got to a stack of old school books.

"Er, do you want Charms, Potions, Herbology, Transfiguration, or a Standard Book of Spells?"

"The f***? How am I supposed to know?" asked Carcat, moving over to peer into the trunk himself. "Just hand me that last one then."

"Sure."

"Hermione has a miniature library of books, you know. You reckon she'll come over again soon?" Ron asked.

"I'll keep that that thought stored in my think pan and get back to you on it," Carcat said dryly, hefting the book under his arm and heading for the door.

"TEREZI, I'LL BE IN OUR ROOM."

"OK4Y NUBSY!"

Later, when Karkat attempted to use an enlarging spell on a sock that was lying on the floor, it exploded spectacularly into a ball of red flames.

"WHY THE F***ING HELL DOES EVERY NOOK-LICKING PIECE OF SHIT HAVE TO BE RED?"

He was dreaming again.

This time, he was standing in his respiteblock, slashing his sickles through the air in front of him. Suddenly, one cut his hand, and glowing red dripped from it slowly. He tried to stem the flow, but it only got stronger and stronger, blood coating him from head to toe until he had no choice but to suck it into his brachial breathing sacs.

Somehow, he couldn't drown.

Everything around him burned red and thick, the stars shining white-hot with the color and the deep space all the blacker with its soupy hue. He hugged himself, trying to squeeze his eyes shut, but he couldn't; it was the same vision within his eyelids too. The piercing, jagged wrench of his friends screams broke through the rumbling moan of the outer rim gods floating around him, and bubbles of the brightest red floated up past his outstretched hands as he spun desperately in every direction.

The meteor was below him, and he swam through his blood to reach it, following a thin trail of bright sparks that was quickly fading into the red.

Then everything was torn with electric green.

And Terezi's body was floating in a lake of teal.

And Karkat's body was left swimming in a sea of red.

Karkat convulsed violently and opened his eyes to a dark bedroom, Terezi's soft, slightly ragged breathing whispering in his ears. Judging from the sound of it, she must have been having bad nightmares too. He sat up and dragged at his hair with both hands, clenching his teeth until his whole skull felt the tension. As quietly as he could, he stood up from the bed and left the room, silently crawling down the stairs and shutting himself in a closet to read a spellbook by the mercifully white light of his wand.

Sollux groaned and opened his eyes to a spray of white stars.

"2hiit," he muttered, "What happened?"

He blinked blearily several times, wondering why his surroundings looked so strangely distorted, and sat up, trying to ignore the pounding in his head. As the soreness in his body and think pan began to fade, he continued to scan the area, blinking hard in an attempt to clear his quavering eyesight. Quite suddenly, he became aware of a tight feeling around his eyes.

"Whoa, what the f***? FF's goggles?" He peeled the goggles away from his head and stared down at them in confusion for a minute, before shrugging and pulling his customary dual-tinted glasses out of his sylladex and settling them onto the bridge of his nose.

"Much better," he muttered to himself, glancing around once again at the unfamiliar surroundings. Strangely shaped hedges loomed around him, a pair of bodies lay not far from the slight depression he'd woken up in, and a marble statue of a rather ugly, if lavishly overdecorated, warrior stood to his right...

Wait, hold up the freak show for one godamn minute. A pair of bodies?

Sollux crawled on his hands and knees over to the bodies, and sighed with relief when he recognized one to be Feferi. A moment later, he groaned with exasperation when he saw that the other was Eridan. Great. Just his luck.

"Feferi? FF?" He touched Feferi's hand gently, keeping his voice low so as to not wake the other troll, but she didn't react. "Feferi? Hey, wake up already."

Frowning, he shook her shoulders a little, but her body lay as still as though it were dead. No, no, she couldn't be dead. His heart skipped with apprehension as he pressed his ear to her chest, but there was a rhythm there, soft but steady. He sighed and draped her goggles over her hand, before glancing over at Eridan.

Nope, he didn't need to check and see if that little asswipe was alive. There was absolutely no need. None. If there had ever been any slight amount of need, he'd shot it dead with a healthy beam of psionic light long ago. And then blasted it again, for good measure.

Case in point; the moron was waking up already.

Eridan groaned a whiny and melodramatic groan that made Sollux sick to his stomach. Of course. Of course it had to be this guy to wake up before FF. The sea-troll blinked open his eyes and stared dazedly up at the sky, before his eyes turned and zeroed in on Sollux. It seemed to take him a few moments to recognize the psionic's face, before his lips parted in a razor-sharp smile and he pushed himself into a sitting position.

"Hey, Sol, wwhat're you doin' here? Are you lonely or somethin'?"

"2hut that nookhole you call a mouth, Eriidan, and take a look around."

Eridan complied, his head turning back and forth and a frown forming on his face as he took in his surroundings.

"Wwhere are wwe?"

"F*** if I know," shrugged Sollux.

"Wait, is that Fef?"

"Yeah."

"Why's she asleep?"

"Dude, you were asleep just a second ago."

"I was?"

"You're a f***ing idiot for not realizing that, that's what you are."

Eridan huffed and pulled his cloak tighter around him, curling his knees up to his chest.

"Wwatevver."

They sat there uncomfortably for a few minutes, on either side of Feferi's unconscious body, staring in opposite directions. Sollux dug his nails into the dirt next to him, scrawling a poor caricature of Aradia's face on the ground, before scuffing it out with the end of his shoe. Sighing, he pulled his communication device from his sylladex and took a look at the user list. Oddly enough, half of the team was invisible, while caligulasAquarium, carcinoGeneticist, cuttlefishCuller, gallowsCalibrator, and terminallyCapricious were shown to be offline. Did this mean that they were around here somewhere?

"What do we do now, Sol?"

"Wait for her to wake up, I guess. And then we can go look for the rest of them. At least, some of them should be around here somewhere."

And that's what they did. But she would not wake until the sun had risen fully in the sky.

End of Chapter 4

Note: This chapter did give me plenty of trouble, bluh. I guess it's pretty much the other half of chapter 3 that I felt should be written after all. Uh, sorry about that. D: But on the other hand, I don't think it was all around bad or anything. :P This also took a while because I was working out the structure a few future chapters would, to make sure that everything would be able to work out. Don't wanna cram all the trolls in too quickly or slowly, after all.

And choosing the woods of their wands took way longer than it should've. But it's all about the details, guys.

Also, the most recent Homestuck update (today, 12 of Nov, 2011) pretty much made the whole premise behind the plot of this fic irrelevant and mostly useless. *facepalm x2 combo* Dangit, Hussie. How dare you be so good at wrapping up loose ends? But oh well, I'm gonna keep writing this anyway. And nah-nah-nee-nah-nah I bet you guys still won't be able to tell where this story's going, even with that hint. B) "lolwhut?" you say? Don't worry too much about it. :P

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