Chapter four

"And so he hated her for this above all her other loathsome traits, he hated her because without meaning to, she had, through her writings that reflected her true, raw personality, crept into his heart and claimed it as her own-"

-like a bully might claim a person as his victim.

Fred was, quite frankly, disappointed with himself. He was supposed to be fearless, courageous, bold and all the other synonyms for the word 'brave'- and yet, yet he found himself scared of Hermione Granger! The bookworm! The girl who'd rather secretly write comments about people instead of confronting them!

This was sad.

Fred stormed up the staircases and arrived, glaring at everybody and nobody, outside the Fat Lady's portrait.

"Password?" She asked, trying, but failing to hide her curiosity. It wasn't every day one saw Fred Weasley losing his temper after all. She wasn't aware Fred could get pissed off- he always seemed so cheerful, devious, and, perhaps, slightly annoyed when a person (normally Percy) ticked him off, but never ever was he I-could-cook-an-egg-on-his-face angry. That boy was positively steaming.

"Hera," he said shortly.

The Fat Lady waited, but to her frustration, he did not spill his heart out, but rather glowered at her when she didn't move.

"Oh, okay then," she said grumpily, before swinging open. "Be like that. We portraits are always the last to know what's happened-it's so unfair! Do you think it's fun to come up with passwords all day? The least you could do is provide us with some gossip- or entertain us with your sad life stories, but no… you just give me the password and ignore me! Well, I'm putting forward a complaint! We portraits have a right too-"

Fred didn't bother listening to her rant, but rather slammed the portrait loudly in response. "Blimey, you can't get any privacy in this school can you?" he muttered angrily.

Ah, the irony and hypocrisy of it all. Since when did Fred care about respecting the need for privacy?

He wisely chose to ignore that little comment in his head.

Fred slumped into the arm chair that, over the course of these days, became 'his'. His anger had dissipated a bit when he had tracked down Ginny, and found that she was finding the whole thing highly amusing rather than wanting to bawl her eyes out.

"Whoever wrote that is clearly lacking in the brain department," she had told him, "because they write about absolute rubbish! I read books, more than the average person may I add (because of Hermione), and I don't recall somebody ever trying to tell me not to date people- the writer must simply be jealous because I have no trouble finding boys who fancy me. They, no doubt, don't have my special ability," she finished with a small Weasley grin. Then she had hooked her arm around Dean's waist and walked off.

So the knowledge that Ginny was all right was relieving at least, but Fred was still pretty annoyed about this little epiphany- the realisation that he feared Hermione.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly why he was so afraid of humiliating and exposing her as her true self, after all he hadn't had any qualms about the whole Snape/McGonagall incident. He also couldn't understand why he avoided her sometimes, and yet didn't mind her company at other times. And he certainly didn't get why he was so angry at her calling him stupid (in a nutshell, anyway). He was never this mad at somebody for pointing out his intelligence, or lack of it, because he would just get them back by cursing their skin into cornflakes and then having a good laugh about it.

Hermione Granger had a very unnerving knack of making him experience so many emotions. He could swear that he'd been through the entire spectrum of feelings that ever existed. Perhaps that was why he was so afraid of her (he'd officially answered the above WHY questions by the all-round answer: he was scared of her-there, end of story, no more needing to think about that topic at last) because she brought out things in him he'd rather bury.

Fred got up and poured himself a glass of water, and decided that since he was on a roll today for thinking about questions, he might as well think some more.

Something wasn't right about the article in the Great Hall. He didn't know what, exactly, but after he'd calmed down to think it through carefully, there were definitely some odd points.

Fred returned to his armchair, ready for another five-minute brain exercise. He thought about the analysis's that he'd read by Hermione so far.

He found out that she secretly despised Harry, or rather, Harry's incapability of doing things right and his total dependence on her, even though it was obvious Harry considered Ron as his best friend. She hated that Harry took all the credit for what she did, and she hated that he was always chasing after Cho.

That much, was understandable. Fred disliked it when people thought somebody else pulled a prank instead of him. It was downright infuriating when the person who did nothing was treated with disgusted looks that masked a secret amusement that, by rights, should be directed to him, while he could do nothing but think up new ways to humiliate people. He could also understand Hermione's frustration about Harry's juvenile infatuation with a girl totally out of his league, and his constant displays of stupidity whenever Cho came within thirty feet as well.

It was the same thing with Ron's analysis- Fred could get where Hermione was coming from, after all, he himself always made sure to remind Ron about his lack of vocabulary and his many other faults. Like the analysis of Harry, Ron's one was amusing, if not highly entertaining.

So Hermione Granger enjoyed writing stuff like that about her friends. The tone she adopted was cynical, but at the same time humorous and light- with just a touch of jealousy and resentment.

But then we come to Ginny's one- the article that was so publicly displayed. It had lost the humorous undertone, and the 'issues' that Hermione chose to address were not at all 'light'. In Harry's and Ron's one, she had commented on their stupidity and compared them to herself, as if to assure herself that she was better than them, but the analysis of Ginny's was completely different- Hermione had written about Ginny's reputation, and had thrown in a lot of personal insults and inaccuracies. Fred had, distinctly remembered that Hermione was the one that told Ginny to 'move on and forget about Harry', so why would she write about talking Ginny out of dating other guys?

It just didn't make sense.

There was, also, the weird and creepy thing about Hermione always turning up early in the morning in the common room, just as when he was reading the book. He knew she studied hard, but Hermione was also one who expressed her strong opinions about following the whole eight-hour-sleep, three meals a day, eight glasses of water daily regime so vocally.

So why was she waking up so early? Just to, as she had neatly put it, "supervise" him, when in doing so, it might jeopardise her ability to focus later that day during lessons which inevitably would lead to lower marks? And, both times Fred had sensed that she'd known where he'd kept her wand and book, and yet she retrieved only her wand when he had carelessly placed it on the table. If Hermione was really ashamed and embarrassed about her little diary, why didn't she just take them away? Why did she only take her wand when she wanted to hex him when she had, no doubt, needed her wand in class?

And why was this strong, independent, fierce girl reduced to tears when Malfoy teased her? It wasn't like he hadn't done it before, and it wasn't like they weren't used to such insults, so why? Why, why, why?

Something was very, very wrong.

Fred leaned back and stared out the window, watching as a school owl flew out of the Owlery. He ignored the people that had come back from dinner and the furtive whispers when people noticed the trademark red-hair and freckles.

So lost he was in thought, that he didn't realise that Ron and Harry and joined him before the fireplace.

Both boys were, understandably, peeved off about the article in the Hall, and had split their attention between insulting the person who wrote it ("he's a bloody git, all right," Ron yelled), trying to figure out who wrote was behind it ("I bet it's Malfoy," Harry said darkly, "trust the little ferret to do something so hideous like this) and wondering where Hermione and Ginny were ("Funny," Harry commented, "haven't seen the two of them since this they ran out from breakfast"). At last they seemed to realise that the third armchair was occupied in their fifth insult in, and fell silent as they watched Fred concentrating on something.

"You reckon he's all right?" Ron muttered quietly to Harry.

"Probably trying to figure who did it," Harry murmured back. "Y'know, so he can hex them into oblivion."

"I like that idea," Ron beamed, a smile breaking through at last. "Oi, Fred! You have any idea who wrote the bloody thing?"

Fred snapped back to reality, ashamed that he'd been caught thinking seriously- it was things like that that could ruin one's reputation. "No," Fred lied, "no idea."

"Oh," Ron said, disappointed, "we think it's Malfoy."

"It's possible," Fred agreed.

Just then, the portrait swung open and revealed George and Lee, who were both angry and amused at the same time.

"You okay, Fred?" George asked, stretching himself in front of the cackling fire. "You were pretty pissed off."

"And you weren't?" Fred raised an eyebrow, "Ginny is our littlest sister, you know."

George's expression darkened, "I know," he said, "wait till I get my hands on that little freak… But oh! But did you see? It was so bloody hilarious!"

"See what?" Harry asked.

"Ginny!" Lee chimed in. "Seriously man, you should be proud of her!"

"Cut to the chase, won't you?" Ron snapped impatiently, "What did Ginny do?"

"She and Hermione were outside the Great Hall, and then when everybody was coming out, Ginny charged to Malfoy, tackled him straight, then cast the best Bat-Bogey Curse anyone has ever seen! Then Hermione stunned Goyle and Crabbe- you know, the two gorillas- to stop them from pulling Ginny off! Both of them are in McGonagall's office, but I think they're going to get off, because she was pretty pissed off about the article as well."

"Hermione joined in?" Fred asked incredulously, "are you serious?"

"Yep!" George said gleefully, "best stun ever! She whipped out her wand, was like "Stupefy!" and a second later, both of them were out cold, tongues lolling about- didn't know she had it in her!"

"Well, I had a good teacher," Hermione said from behind them. She was grinning- the happiest Fred had seen her in days- and beside her, laughing her head off, was Ginny and Dean trailing behind them.

"Hermione!" Ron gasped, shaking his head at her, "Ginny! Well done!"

"Malfoy's in the Hospital Wing," Dean told them, "it's a shame McGonagall told me to pull Ginny away from him."

"Why'd you do it, Hermione?" Fred asked her, trying to force a smile on his face.

Hermione looked extremely uncomfortable, "Ginny and I, er, agreed that Malfoy seemed to be the one who wrote it."

"Oh really?" Fred raised an eyebrow, "and how did you come to that conclusion?"

Hermione's cheeks were very pink now, "intuition," she replied, before hastily bidding them a good night and escaping upstairs.

Ginny and Dean sat down beside Lee and George. "I wasn't actually expecting Hermione to join in," Ginny confided in them, "but then she read the thing on the ceiling and she just snapped."

Harry looked bewilderingly at Ron, who looked equally confused, "but… I thought she already read the thing this morning?"

Ginny shrugged, "I'm guessing she didn't read the entire thing, then. Anyway, McGonagall told Dean to take the three down to the Hospital wing-"

"-which was difficult because the gorillas were so damn heavy-" Dean muttered.

"-and made Hermione and I go to her office. Then, this is the crazy part: she told us to sit down in front of the fire, gave us some biscuits and congratulated us on a job well done! McGonagall of all people! Approving that we broke the rules!"

"I'm beginning to like her, the old bat," Ron cheered.

"She told us that she has to dock house points, or else Umbridge is going to start poking her nose into the business, and so she took twenty points from Gryffindor, told us we have 'detention' with Professor Flitwick tomorrow night, and sent us away when somebody knocked on the door and informed her that Umbridge was coming."

"Wait, she managed to get you out before Umbridge came?" Lee unwrapped a chocolate frog that Ron had given him and stuck it in his mouth, "Amashing."

"Yeah," Ginny said, obviously liking the attention they were giving her, "and Flitwick said not to worry about tomorrow, because all he wants us to do is help out the house-elves, and everybody knows that helping them means-"

"-extra food!" Ron whooped, "I am so there tomorrow!"

"Oh," Harry said quietly, "that reminds me, anybody got a spare galleon?"

"Wha-? Oh," George said. "Dunno, have to check."

"You better," Harry managed a smile, "ask the others for me, okay? I need all the galleons I can get."

"Roger that," Fred saluted him. Then he added, "I have a galleon."

"And me," Ron said. He leaned closer to Harry with a smirk on his face, "but you'll be asking Cho, right Harry?"

Harry gave Ginny a sneak glance that didn't go unnoticed by Fred, "Oh…right," Harry replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. "Yeah, I think I will."

Ron snickered.

Nobody but Fred saw the way Harry glared at Dean when Ginny kissed him goodnight.

Interesting, Fred thought with a bit of a grin.

Fred's wand buzzed at precisely four thirty in the morning.

He got up, poured himself a glass of water, and tip-toed down to the common room.

He was on a mission this morning. He wanted to know where and why Hermione was up so early. Fred pocketed his wand (actually, it was Professor Flitwick's wand, but he considered other people's property his) and waited, hiding in the shadows for her to come down from the dormitories.

He spend his time figuring out how to break into the girls' dormitories so he could get his own wand back, and when he came up with nothing plausible, settled down and stared at the staircase instead.

"Fred?"

He accidentally sloshed the water over his robes. Again.

"Hermione!" he breathed, quickly drying himself off. "How'd you-? I was watching- I mean, good morning!"

"You're not mad are you?" She whispered, biting her lip. "About Ginny, I mean."

"I was," Fred corrected her. "But then I met her after I saw you, and she thought the whole thing was a joke. You're lucky Ginny is so open minded," he told Hermione sternly, "or else you would find that you'll have a big potato for a nose for the rest of your life."

Hermione sighed and sat down in her chair. "I wanted to tell you something, Fred," she said desperately, "I wasn't the one who wrote all that about Ginny, I swear! I wouldn't write something so… so vindictive! Ginny's the only girl friend I have!"

Fred sat down beside her. "Then why were you so annoyed yesterday morning? I seem to remember that you thought you wrote it."

"I didn't read the entire thing!" Hermione moaned, burying her face into her palms, "I thought it was what I had written, but after dinner, I realised it wasn't! Somebody is using my diary and twisting my words!"

"Sure…whatever," Fred said. He did believe her, but he rather enjoyed seeing Hermione berate herself. It made up for the way she made him experience the whole Spectrum of Feelings. Revenge was best served cold, right?

"I'm telling the truth!" Hermione whispered, "Please believe me! All I wrote about Ginny was that she was such a drama queen, and that Harry didn't deserve such a kind person like her! I just said that Ginny should become an actress! That's it!"

"So basically, you wrote that you wanted to 'stuff her, and everybody else like her, into a television set where they belong'?" Fred said.

Hermione was nearly in tears now, "Yes I wrote that!" she said, "but not-not in that context! Not with that tone!"

"Prove it."

"I can't! Somebody has my diary- the real one!"

"So why are you up so early? Trying to figure out who took it?" Fred asked, hoping to catch her unawares.

Sadly, Hermione wasn't the brightest witch for nothing. "I couldn't sleep," she fibbed, "so I came down here hoping I'd find you- to clarify everything."

"Of course," Fred nodded, "that's what you were doing for the past couple of mornings too."

Hermione's cheeks were pink again, except that he couldn't see them because of the darkness, "I was supervising you," she said rather quietly.

"Of course," he repeated, "I believe you," he added in such a way that he obviously did not.

"Fred-"

"-until you tell me the truth, Hermione, I have every right to believe that you were the one who insulted my sister."

And with that happy comment, Fred brushed past her and headed upstairs.

Later that morning, at a more reasonable hour, George received a reply from Bill.

"George-

Are you okay? What's wrong with Fred? And no, I'm not gay. As to your questioning about my courage: Fleur constantly reminds me of how brave I am. So there.

-Bill.

P.S.: Send another owl apart from Pig, would you? He's so annoying.

P.P.S.: Have you never considered that Fred might be in love?"

George dropped the letter as if it was a dungbomb. Then he picked it up, reread the letter, and started laughing. Fred? In love? As if.

And he'd thought Bill will give good advice.

The day continued to be great for George: Fred was back to normal, pulling pranks left right and centre, plus they managed to perfect the Boils Brunch Bar and tested it against Malfoy, who had to go to the Hospital Wing for the second time that week.

Yes, George was convinced that Fred had just faced a quarter-life crisis and had gotten over it quickly. That was the only possible explanation for his mood swings- even if Fred had insisted that it was because of a prank he'd (regretted) pulling on Hermione.

Well, the absence of the diary meant that Hermione had gotten it back, and now Fred was waiting for the punishment to be dished out. But Fred, like George, always used their time wisely, so instead of waiting idly about, he had used the waiting time to pull more pranks.

Besides, from the little 'incident' that Hermione had yesterday night, George reckoned that Hermione was in no right to accuse Fred of being juvenile.

George burnt the letter in the fireplace just before going to dinner and fished out, furtively, his little galleon that Harry had reminded him about. It was warm in his hand, and its smooth gold surface was disrupted by the jagged lines that spelt out "Tonight, seven pm, R.O.R"

He couldn't wait for another Dumbledore's Army meeting. Apart from all the Fred drama he'd been worrying out, he'd also had to endure hour-long tortures with that Umbridge freak, and stunning somebody else with permission was just the right release he needed right now.

Unfortunately Harry had decided that everybody had perfected the Stunning spell, and was moving on to the Shielding charm.

"Protego!" Harry demonstrated, throwing up a shield around him so that Lavender's disarming spell rebounded.

"So, that's how it's done," Harry said modestly, pocketing his wand. "Er, why don't you guys pair up, with one person doing a disarming spell or whatever and the other trying to deflect it?"

As usual, Fred paired up with George. Hermione and Ginny were getting free food-er, detention-Michael Corner, Cho Chang, Terry Boot, Luna Lovegood, Marietta Edgecomb and Padma Patil- namely, the Ravenclaws, were busy and could not come to the meeting, though Fred had a feeling their absence had to do with the upcoming Ravenclaw versus Slytherin quidditch game rather than the 'we need to study' excuse all of them used.

Half an hour in, they switched partners, so Fred was with Parviti, and George with Lavender.

"So, Fred," Parviti said conversationally as she sent him a stunner, "What did you think about the article?"

Fred cast up a shield charm and watched as the spell hit Harry's head. "You mean the one about Ginny?"

"Yeah, do you know who wrote it?"

"No," this time Fred was honest; Hermione's denial made sense for the different style and tone of the analysis's, though he still wasn't going to just give in and forgive her just yet.

"Well, we have an idea," the girl's eyes were positively sparkling. "That's why the Ravenclaws aren't here. Padma's my sister," she reminded Fred.

"Wow, you don't say! Did I mention George is my brother?" Fred said sarcastically. Both of them were twins.

Parviti rolled her eyes. "Well, we have an idea that it was Malfoy who did the whole thing, so we want to get him back. After all, nobody humiliates a member of the D.A. and gets away with it."

"Damn right!" Dean Thomas slapped her a high-five. Both he and Seamus had stopped and were listening to her keenly,

"So, what's the plan? Couldn't they've just told us here?" Seamus asked.

"You know the upcoming quidditch match?" –I am such an all-knowing genius, Fred thought- "well, the whole of Ravenclaw is holding a meeting, to come up with ways to humiliate Malfoy in the game."

"I have a good idea!" Ron chimed in. It seemed like everybody had stopped practising. "Let's get Dobby to charm the Bludger again!"

"That's illegal," Angelina frowned. "I don't think sinking to Slytherin's level is going to make this satisfying."

"They were thinking along the lines of winning the match, you know, like five hundred to zero, but making it seem like it was all because of Malfoy," Parviti continued.

"Every match they lose is because of his pig-headedness," Susan muttered.

"Not that you're complaining," Katie reminded her.

"I'm not sure what they're going to come up with," Parviti said honestly, "but I just want you guys to be prepared for it. Apparently a lot of the Ravenclaw people on the quidditch team didn't want to be part of anything, because they felt that the Gryffindors should do the thrashing, but Cho won them though- saying something like, 'we have a chance to show everybody how great we are at quidditch, get revenge for Ginny, who is friends with most of you, and we get to humiliate Malfoy, so why aren't you all jumping to sign up for it?' Padma said she was very inspiring."

"I bet she is," Fred nudged George and glanced at Harry, whose mouth was hanging open.

"I-well, Cho's great, isn't she?" Harry said weakly.

"The plan better be good," Neville said, "because I'll be there with Colin's camera. I'm not gonna miss the expression on Malfoy's face for anything in the world!"

"Shouldn't we have a say too?" George asked. "Considering Ginny is our sister and she's a Gryffindor and all."

Parviti shrugged, "just passing on the message. Talk to the Ravenclaws."

As if on cue, the door opened and Cho walked in, followed by Marietta.

"The rest are coming," Cho told Harry, who started blushing horribly, "we thought it would be a good idea if we came separately over a period of time."

"So?" Lavender asked, "how'd the meeting go? What'd you come up with?"

"Can't say, sorry," Cho said breezily, "because that would be revealing Ravenclaw's quidditch tactics to fellow rivals, no offence," she added.

"None taken!" Harry blurt out. Fred and George shared an amused look.

"Just wait until the match," Cho said wisely, "oh, but Lee-I was told to give you this." She gave him a scroll of parchment. "It's blank now, but I've charmed it so it will reveal its contents an hour before the match."

"Uh…okay," Lee tucked the parchment away.

"Right," Marietta said, obviously bored. "What are we doing today?"

The match was due in two weeks, and it seemed that the Slytherins knew that the Ravenclaws had cooked up a plan. Never were the tensions as thick as it had ever been. Harry had taken to appoint (reluctantly) Michael as Cho's personal bodyguard- because the Slytherin Keeper had tried to transfigure her arms into tree trunks.

Meanwhile, Fred, George and Lee were trying their best to undo the charm on that mysterious parchment. But nothing they tried worked- except that it was now green.

While the twins were itching to get back at Malfoy for his (everybody was now convinced the mysterious writer was him) stunt concerning Ginny, claiming they need to 'warm-up' for the game, they were told, rather sternly by Terry Boot, to not do anything to put Malfoy out of commission.

But even the Ravenclaw members of the D.A. were finding it hard to protect Malfoy from incoming hexes and pranks when they strolled into dinner exactly three days before the match.

For, hanging over the ceiling, concealing the stars and night sky, was, once again, an entry from Hermione's diary.

Fred slammed into Hermione as she stopped suddenly before him. She was frozen, her eyes unable to tear itself away from the ceiling. He righted himself, scowled at her (he was still angry about being afraid of her), and reluctantly leaned closer when she beckoned him to.

"Read it!" Hermione whispered to Fred, "It's completely twisted my words around! Again!" She was looking furious, and a bit embarrassed.

"Patient Number Four: Parviti Patil

The way she thrusts herself in front of members of the opposite gender is highly amusing, if not extremely revolting. The very fact that she believes herself attractive is, itself, worthy of being a reason to send her to St. Mungo's- although there will be a problem as to which department she should go to: Facial Reconstruction or the Mental Ward. Both, I think. That promiscuous female is most likely going to end up in a brothel- if she is lucky enough to be accepted, that is.

Saying that Parviti is ugly is a euphemism, because 'ugly' and 'hideous' are both words that seriously underestimate the true extent of how horrid her physical appearance is, of which consists of an unfortunate complexion-"

The writer rambled on quite a bit, but the whole thing was basically describing how ugly Parviti was.

"Okay, you've convinced me," Fred muttered to Hermione, "that definitely does not sound like you."

"Nor," Hermione frowned back, "does it sound like the person who wrote Ginny's one."

"Are you implying that your diary is being passed around, being rewritten by a different person?"

"It's possible. It certainly explains why I couldn't find it on Malfoy."

Fred stared at her as they sat down at the table. "What do you mean, you couldn't find it on Malfoy?
Good Merlin, did she feel him up or something?

He tried to ignore the sharp sour tang inside of him at that thought.

"Remember how Ginny tackled Malfoy? It was actually because I confessed to her about the diary, but I told her that I didn't write about those things about her- so she took the opportunity to try and find it on him. I figured that Malfoy probably had enough sense to carry it around with him at all times, or hid it in a really secret place-"

"-you can stop insulting me," Fred bit out, "people would think you're complimenting the git."

Hermione gave him her best patronising look, but didn't elaborate on it. "I was beginning to think Malfoy wasn't the one who took it and read it. But… he certainly does seem like the type to flaunt things doesn't he?"

"I'd say," Fred agreed. He had lost interest once she explained that she didn't touch Malfoy, instead he helped himself to some potatoes.

Hermione prodded him, "Apart from Ginny, you're the only one who I can talk to this about, so can you at least listen?"

"What, just so everybody else can hear too? We're at the bloody Great Hall, Hermione. In public." He added for emphasis.

"Oh. Right," she thankfully took the hint and shut up about the subject. But it was obvious she was burning to tell him about her theories.

"Fine," Fred huffed out, "four-thirty. Usual place."

"Okay," Hermione beamed, "but no glasses of water this time."

Fred glared at her.

Parviti had hid herself in the girls' bathroom and was bawling her eyes out. Even Lavender, her best friend, was not allowed to linger outside the cubicle.

Hermione came out from the bathroom, dripping with sink water from head to toe. "It's useless," she said, shaking her head, "she won't listen."

Lavender gritted her teeth, "oh, if only Malfoy was crucial to the whole plan… I would so hex him until the next century!"

"Which isn't very far away," Fred reminded her. "But we can wait until the match. The Ravenclaw plan was for Ginny, right? I say we plan a little something for him after the match, for Parviti. We can even get the Ravenclaws to help us, considering Padma's a Ravenclaw."

"We can?" Parviti's voice came from behind the locked door. They heard a click as she unlatched it. "What were you thinking of?"

"Oh," George smirked, "just that Fred and I have a lot of untested inventory…"

So... now I've chucked in a mystery, how's that? Did you seriously think that Fred would fall in love with Hermione so quickly? I like to put my characters (fine, jk Rowling's characters) through a lot of crap... I'm sadistic like that.

Okay, even though I said I won't be updating as much because of Uni and everything, it's just that the lure of writing fanfiction is greater than actually preparing for classes.

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