Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Joanne Kathleen Rowling and associates, of whom I am not one. This is a rewrite of a fic from 4 years ago.

Warnings: AU, mentions of child abuse, ongoing theme of drug abuse, some character bashing (but only such that it follows canon and canon trends), spoilers through Deathly Hallows, coarse language, some minor OCs.

Chapter 7: In The Right Direction

Ron, as it turned out, could indeed take a hint. Before the start of December he gave Hadley a proper apology, actually using the words "I'm sorry" and even saying what behavior he was sorry for. Hadley wasn't sure she had ever heard him apologize before, come to think of it. He tended to be the sort that defended his behavior to the bitter end, and if he was wrong he just never mentioned it again rather than making reparations. It was good to know their friendship was important enough to him that he actually bit the bullet rather than assuming that Hadley was going to let it go.

Was she still hurt by his behavior since Hallowe'en? Of course. But that didn't mean she couldn't get over it. She had what vengeance she needed in that slap and public declaration that she wanted an actual apology, and he had followed through. Rita Skeeter had somehow gotten a hold of the entire thing, printing it up in Witch Weekly, but Hadley supposed her editors were taking Hadley's side just this once. That week's Witch came out the day after the Prophet that held the initial details of the First Task (though it would be rehashed and spun in new directions for at least another week after) that had been covered by a Quidditch analyst at the Prophet.

So really, Witch Weekly was probably only on her side that time because Hadley was in lead position in the tournament for the moment. It wouldn't do for them to poke fun at Hadley at the same time that the public was starting to see worth in her. They managed to get Rita to interview a few other students at the school apparently, so they established the story of Ron being her first friend at Hogwarts and how, tragically, he had gotten mad at her for entering the tournament.

Actually, given Ron's apology was specifically for "being a jealous prat", the spin they put on him in the paper made him look better than actuality. Witch said it was because Ron was concerned and couldn't express himself. Ron said it was because he was jealous of her getting loads of attention and even more fame. But Hadley, Ron, and Hermione agreed to keep it between themselves, as they had their foray to the kitchens to meet the house elves that same day.

During the first Transfigurations lesson of December, Hadley and Ron were fiddling with some fake wands that Fred and George had given Hadley for her "spectacular" win. They had had moderate success in class that day and started having a sword fight with the wands. Midway through, Hadleys turned into a rubber chicken, and Ron's into a tin parrot, giving Ron the distinct advantage as the sharp beak cut rubber and-

"Mr Weasley, Ms Potter, would you please act your age and pay attention?" Professor McGonagall's voice snapped them out of their fun and Hadley quickly turned forward in her seat, face crimson. There was a soft "plop" in the aisle between her and Ron, and she glanced down to see that the retreat had finished the severing of her rubber chicken's head. The Professor flicked her wand at it, vanishing the offending material, and coughed lightly to bring attention back to the front of the room.

"As I was saying," Professor McGonagall straightened herself in front of the class, "a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament approaches called the Yule Ball. It will be open to fourth year and above, with younger years by invitation only of an older student as their date. If you have not already deduced so, this is the occasion you were told to purchase dress robes for. If you do not possess dress robes, there will be time to do so between the end of term and the ball itself, or else you may not attend.

"The ball is a chance to 'let your hair down', so to speak," McGonagall looked a little miffed as she said this, and a few chuckles in the room were heard. Parvati and Lavender had giggled lightly throughout, Hadley supposed thinking of what boys might ask them to the ball, but apparently others found that their strict Head of House with her tight bun nestled atop her head day in and out saying that was particularly funny. "It will take place on Christmas Day, from eight o' clock until midnight, within the Great Hall. You are all to behave or I shall be gravely disappointed. If I hear that any Gryffindor is making a scene or breaking any school rules…"

The trailing threat shut up those who still dared chuckle.

"Although you are all expected to enjoy yourself and mingle with our guests, you are to be on your best behavior; I will be reminding you all again when the time comes," the stern gaze of their professor had everyone sitting ramrod straight for about two seconds before the clock on the wall loosed its bell to let the class know they were out for the day. "Potter, a word if you please?"

Hadley waved Ron and Hermione to wait for her outside. If the Professor had called Ron too she might have thought it had to do with the fake wands they had been playing with, but as it was she assumed it was of relevance to the tournament.

Hopefully it wasn't to tell her there was another interview session for the champions. Hadley had finally managed a conversation with Cedric the other day, and they agreed that if the Prophet demanded more interviews, then the Hogwarts champions would be united in telling them to shove it up their collective arses if they thought that the champions deserved to deal with Rita Skeeter. Honestly, no one deserved to deal with her.

McGonagall leveled Hadley with a stare at the slow approach. "Ms Potter, I need to make sure you are aware that you and your partner-"

"Your dance partner, your 'date' for the Yule Ball," McGonagall didn't miss a beat. "And you will have one. As a champion, you are required to have a partner for the ball, even if you have to resort to dating the younger Mr Creevey to have one." Hadley's face scrunched up before she could help it. That was a scary thought, and an effective threat. She would have to get a good date before all the nice, attractive, or otherwise reasonable boys were snapped up. "The champions are required to dance the first dance of the night, opening the ball. Although you are not required to dance more than that, it is encouraged."

Even though Hadley had seen her own dress robes for the year, Mrs Weasley having given her a catalog of styles and helped her pick the one that best suited her to have Madame Malkin make, she still couldn't help but imagine the summer before her second year. Some faceless boy wearing a suit like Uncle Vernon's (or worse, dress robes like the ones Ron had been using as Pig's cage cover) and her in a frilly pink cocktail dress like aunt Petunia's.

Lavender would be the first person to tell Hadley that pink was not her color. Where her cousin seemed to have a healthy tan year round – or, at least, it had yet to fade even in December in Scotland – Hadley's skin had a more… pallid hue. Pink, Lavender had told Hadley the one and only time she'd seen the girl wearing it, made Hadley look like a ghost.

"I, er, alright," Hadley frowned a little. "Will there be a chance to, um, learn to dance between now and then? I think Neville, or maybe one of the Weasleys, told me that a lot of pureblood families teach their kids, but…"

"Muggles do not," McGonagall nodded. "Yes, I am aware Ms Potter. I will be speaking to the headmaster on the matter, to see to it that no Hogwarts student embarrasses us with a lack of decorum."

The statement may not have been pointed, but Hadley felt it. Right. No embarrassing the school. She was doomed.

Dancing lessons with her housemates were almost as embarrassing as trying to deal with boys for the next month. True, boys weren't as obnoxious about the ball as, say, Hadley's roommates, but just because they weren't standing in clusters giggling constantly didn't mean they weren't overdoing it. Many boys could be seen in clusters, some talking to boys who they rarely spoke to, all whinging about how terrible it was to try and ask girls out.

Ron asked Hadley and Hermione why all the girls couldn't just walk away quietly when a boy asked to talk to one instead of barely backing off five feet and giggling the entire time. Seamus asked them why, when he and Dean were trying to pick up girls, some girls glared at any boy who dared approach their friend.

Hadley had no idea really, being not too close friends with any girl other than Hermione. Her other roommates were okay, and Ginny was alright when she was worshipping the ground Hadley walked on, but she hadn't had the chance to get to know girls her age growing up and couldn't really understand any other than Hermione, who was in a similar boat.

But it wasn't the clusters of girls and boys that made everything embarrassing. It was the boys who came up to Hadley to ask her to the ball.

The first was one of the boys in Harry's year, who Hadley had played Quidditch against, a Slytherin by the name of Derrick (Hadley had no idea of his first name, but knew he was a beater). He was burly, and his stature was intimidating. Hadley was sure that, if she had to dance with him, her face would be barely at level with his bottom ribs, lets alone his shoulder as was "proper".

The second, much to her horror, was Colin Creevey. He'd stared at her with big brown eye – well actually they were rather squinty, but he'd put extra effort to open them all the way making him look mad rather than "alluring" – and asked her in front of the entire Great Hall.

It was awful, and Hadley said no. Later, when Ron tried to tease her about it, she said that any boy cruel enough to ask in front of the entire Great Hall deserved to be refused. Lavendar agreed, saying that romantic gestures of that scale were only romantic in an established relationship. Parvati even backed them both up, saying that asking a girl out for the first time in front of a lot of people was a sort of scare tactic so that if they say no they feel like everyone thinks they're terrible.

Hadley didn't quite see it that way. Her view was that it was very embarrassing, and that if a boy asked her out she wanted it to be fairly private so people wouldn't bloody gossip about it for the next month.

Most of the boys who asked Hadley out were a year or so older and she had never spoken a single word to them. She didn't want to go with a boy who wanted to ask the Girl-Who-Lived or the Fourth Champion rather than regular old ordinary Hadley Potter.

Not that she was really holding out for a guy who liked her to go with. Hermione had a "secret" date, someone who had asked her the first weekend after it was announced to the Hogwarts student body, and she wasn't telling anyone. Although she gave Lavender hints in exchange for names of products to smooth her hair and the promise to help with make-up on the day of. Lavender hadn't figured it out, or if she had she wasn't sharing.

Hadley cemented Lavender's cosmetic aid by helping her get a date with Seamus after Hannah Abbott turned him down. Seamus admitted he had a preference for redheads, which was why he had asked out Hannah, but he didn't seem the least bit displeased with the idea of Lavender either.

A few days before term was letting out, Hadley was one of very few people in the school who still felt the pressure of finding a date. Even Neville had a date in the form of Ginny. Hadley later found out Ron had asked Neville to take Ginny, because she wouldn't shut up about how much she wanted to go, and if there was anyone who Ron could trust his sister with it was his shy, nervous, and clumsy roommate.

The worst part for Hadley was that she didn't want to ask anyone, and no one she could tolerate was asking her. Not that she was blind or anything. Hogwarts had plenty of cute boys walking its halls, but most of them she had never talked to. And even though there were cute boys, that didn't mean she liked any of them. Some were rude, or braggarts, or she had never exchanged so much as a glance with. She would much rather go with a friend who wouldn't misinterpret what their "date" meant or any such thing.

When Hermione slammed her book shut in the middle of the common room, fed up with Ron's complaints of all the good girls being taken and Hadley's silent brooding over her requirement for a date she didn't really want, Hadley was more surprised than she should have been.

"You two… ugh!" Hermione growled at them, her hair puffed up a bit more than usual. "Honestly! Ronald, if you want a date ask someone and stop asking me who mine is! Hadley, stop moping! You two might as well be made for each other!"

She picked up the book and left them to their table. Hadley's quill slowly dripped ink onto her potions essay as she stared after her friend.

"Made for each other?" Hadley blinked, then shifted her gaze to Ron. "Right. Well… Ron, I'm required to have a partner for dancing. Go with me?" Her eyes widened a bit with her plea. Ron was the only person she would ask, end of story. If he said no she would just accept whatever boy came up to ask her next, because there was only a week left.

Worst come to worst, she supposed she could bring Harry, but she would really rather not do that. He was creepy enough sometimes with his flat face and voice, she didn't need to know how creepy whatever wizarding press showed found her older cousin with no emotion. Besides, she doubted he would want to be dragged into the spotlight anyway. Or she liked to imagine so, that she had family just as content as her with the idea of being a wallflower.

"Er, sure?" Ron just sort of stared at her, and Hadley turned back to her essay. Across the room, she could hear Fred and George wolf whistle, and a few other students chuckle. Rather than give them any real reaction, she sent a two fingered salute and resumed her work.

Boys were really too ridiculous.

She took it back. Boys weren't ridiculous. They were thick, or maybe the ones at her age were, and Hadley decided crossly that they needed to all be locked up in cages for this part of development because they obviously couldn't function quite right.

But perhaps she wasn't being fair. Lavender said that Seamus was a perfect gentleman, and Parvati went with a cute Hufflepuff boy who was in the year below (though barely; like Hermione, he was older than most of his year mates due to an early birthday) who was apparently very nice and funny.

Hadley, however, discovered that Ron was not who she should have taken as her date.

When he refrained from attending the optional dance lessons, Hadley had figured it was because he had some idea of how to dance. The twins did well enough in the lessons that they seemed to have previous experience, so it stood to reason Ron did too, and Ginny exhibited the same natural grace as Katie Bell the one day she showed up for the optional lessons.

At the dance he showed just precisely how terrible he was, stepping on her feet more times in the opening dance than Neville did Ginny through the entire night – and Hadley knew this to be a fact because the following day the girls compared notes. Hadley had to use her limited experience from the lessons to lead while maintaining the illusion that Ron was doing so.

When Ron neglected to ask Hermione for help with his robes, Hadley thought maybe he had the twins' help instead. He was the first person to admit they were bloody awful. But he was sitting in the common room at half seven wearing the frilly, frumpy things, and it was only because of Angelina Johnson taking pity on Hadley – because there was bound to be at least one member of the press, and there was no way they wouldn't sell a picture of Hadley dancing with a fashion nightmare to the tabloids – that they were transfigured into a respectable and simple brown set without any frills, lace, or other bits and bobs. She said Fred and George's had been similarly awful, but she had helped them weeks ago. Not all Weasleys were senseless, she said.

(Angelina would say the brown was because it brought out the dark blue of Hadley's dress robes, but Fred would later tell her it was really because Angelina's color changing spells were subpar in class. Either way, it was still better than the burnt orange that had previously been the dominant color on the blasted thing.)

Everything was terrible, and Hadley knew it was Ron's fault.

Her robes were faultless of course. Mrs Weasley hadn't had to worry about money when buying Hadley's after all. They were a dark blue that could only be seen as blue when next to something closer to black than they, such as Hadley's hair, or indeed when beside Ron's robes. They didn't color coordinate as many of the couples there did, but Angelina had already worked one miracle for Hadley's sake.

Lavender had even managed to tame Hadley's hair, using some of the Sleekeazy's hair potion that Hermione had absolutely had to drench her hair in to get it to stop frizzing. While the boys may complain at how long the girls took to get ready, it wasn't because each individual process took so long. It was because they were fourteen and none of them knew how to do everything. Lavender was the only reason that the fourth year girls (and Ginny) managed to get down to the ball in time at all, though Hermione handled most things that required charms, like hair pinning spells, and Parvati was the one making everyone's robes immaculate.

Even Ginny managed to contribute with some basic spells her mother had taught her that helped make make-up stay indefinitely and make the tighter dress robes at least feel less clingy. Hadley, however, was just an extra set of hands when needed. She didn't dislike these girly things, she just… didn't know how to do any of it. She hadn't ever really had the chance.

And yet all the effort that, as Lavender said, made Hadley look quite good as she entered the ball, was ruined because of Ron's eating habits. The food he ordered wasn't particularly messy, but talking to Percy over her with his mouth full he managed to get spittle on her clothes that was colored by the steak sauce on his meat, and Hermione would, later that night, pluck a small piece of beef out of Hadley's hair with an apologetic smile.

Hadley had eaten lightly, no meat so she knew that it was definitely Ron's fault, because she was nervous about dancing in front of a crowd and it turned out that her robes came with a sort of corset-like bodice that Lavender's spell had laced a little too tight. It wasn't uncomfortable, she was surprised to find, and it gave the illusion that she had breasts, which wasn't half bad, but it left her with little room for food.

But there had been a photographer from the prophet – though thankfully there was no sign of Rita Skeeter – and Hadley was sure that in one of the photos there was bound to be evidence of Ron's mess on her person.

Still, all of those things combined weren't as bad as what Hadley heard after the first dance. That was what had her so cross with Ron this time.

They took a break after the first dance. Hadley didn't like dancing, and Ron didn't like dancing, so they weren't going to dance together anymore that night, though Hadley supposed that she might have a couple dances with other male friends (or Hermione, since apparently now that the first dance had ended things were a lot more "social dancing" and less "couple dancing") as the night progressed.

She offered to grab punch, so she could work out the kinks in her feet from Ron's clumsy steps, while Ron sat at a table with Lavender, Seamus, and Dean (who had come stag). Lavender said she didn't like this song, which was why she was waiting with Seamus until one played that she did like.

Hadley collected the punch and made her way around the dance floor to the small table where one of her best friends, one of her roommates, and two good acquaintances awaited, only to find Seamus and Dean amused, Ron grinning, and Lavender… glaring for some reason?

"Hadley and I are going to have some girl talk," Lavender said and dragged Hadley away before she could give Ron his punch. Lavender took it instead and started sipping, still looking annoyed. "Boys are such gossips, worse than me and Parvati any day." Lavender's tone was positively fuming as she said this. "Why did you come to the Ball with Ron?"

Hadley blinked. Lavender had asked before, though less angrily, and Hadley gave the same reply as then. "Because Ron's too chicken to ask out any of the pretty girls and McGonagall said it was part of the Goblet's contract that I had to have a partner for the opening dance. We're friends, doing each other a favor."

Ron had been miffed at Hermione also sitting with them at the elevated Banquet table. Hadley supposed that, if Ron hadn't been able to sit with the champions (and therefore near the Viktor Krum) that he would have been much worse about it. She wondered if, just maybe, Ron wouldn't have wanted a date with Hermione to not be "as friends".

"Well that's not what he was saying to Dean and Seamus," Lavender seemed rather annoyed at it all. Whether for Hadley's sake or not, who knew? "I know some people were in the common room when you asked him, but he's saying that you confessed that you'd liked him for years and wanted to be his girlfriend. Please tell me he's lying?"

Hadley stared at Lavender a moment before scowling. "Through his bloody teeth," she growled and stalked off towards the table, her roommate in tow. When Hadley approached, Dean whistled and then laughed a bit.

Hadley was far from pleased. Ron paled in his seat.

In the space of the next thirty seconds, Hadley gave him a dressing down that, while not on par with his mother's, was enough to put the fear of women in him for the next week or so. The highlight, the bit that Hadley thought was what had finally made him realize that there was a difference between harmless boasting and hurting Hadley, was when she asked what he would do if Neville, Malfoy, or any boy made up lies about Ginny. Would he let it happen, or would he help Ginny bat-bogey hex him?

The answer, even to Ron, was obvious. He would toe the line properly for several months after, instead hounding Hermione about her association with Viktor Krum. Things started going back to normal.

Harry did not go to the Yule Ball. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. He had no interest in it. To be fair he didn't have interest in much of anything, but he really had no interest in the Yule Ball. Instead, he spent the Christmas vacation at his London apartment, tidying up and being alone. He watched bad television, ate little, and generally managed to keep himself in such a low stress state that he was able to ease up on his potions consumption back to the previous dosage of once daily. Hopefully it would remain sufficient.

Just because he was an addict didn't mean he was ignorant to the dangers. But it could always he worse, he assured himself. When Professor Slughorn taught the calming draught to Harry's class he had gone to the effort of making sure everyone knew the risks involved in addiction. Harry, of course, was already dependent by that point, and Slughorn knew it. It was why the professor taught that lesson at the time.

It was also why the walrus-like man had given Harry his memory of Tom Riddle. He had blamed himself for Harry's addiction, his lack of action and lack of notice when term began. Harry had almost felt triumphant when he brought Dumbledore the memory not a week after receiving it.

Harry's thoughts wandered the entire two week vacation, and he arrived at Hogwarts more serene than the first time he had taken the Serenity Solution. When he ran into Hadley after the first day of classes, on the opposite side of Hermione from Ron and pointedly annoying the boy, he almost felt a spark of curiosity at the sight and asked her about it. His troubles with Ron had ended as soon as he'd beaten a dragon after all, so what was it that had them at odds yet again?

"Ron was my partner for the Yule Ball," Hadley stated crossly. "Even though we both told each other we were going as friends, he told some boys in our year that I was in love with him or something. I'm just lucky the cameraman at the Ball was too busy ogling Fleur all night or I might've made the news like Hagrid did."

"Ah," Harry nodded his head slowly, thinking. His Ron and Hermione had been more or less together before Ron's death, definitely at least obsessed with one another. And everyone had always been pushing Harry to date Ginny, as if making the four of them all the same family was some poetic wonderful thing. Harry hadn't felt one way or the other about Ginny, hadn't felt romantically for anyone except for Cho since he'd started on potions after that.

Ginny had pursued him, true, and even nearly kissed him once in sixth year. He'd dodged it obliviously and she had ended up embarrassed and annoyed, not speaking to him for the rest of the next month until Dumbledore's funeral. And, well, anyone could see that Ron and Hermione behaved like an old married couple. They would have been married within a year or two for certain if Ron hadn't gotten in the way at the end.

It made sense, he supposed, that with the Girl Who Lived being, well, a girl, that Molly would push her son of closest age at her instead of the daughter. Or maybe because Ron, at this age, was seeking glory, still concentrated on doing something his brothers hadn't. Both seemed likely. Underneath it all, Ron was a bit of a mama's boy, and he was also tired of being overshadowed by his brothers.

If Harry remembered anything of what his childhood felt like, he supposed it felt like being Ron. Overshadowed by Dudley (in more ways than one) and trying to prove his worth to his aunt and uncle, as Ron tried to prove himself compared to his siblings. Yes, he supposed that was why he always understood Ron well in life.

"Don't worry, he'll get better," was what Harry decided to say. He wasn't sure what else would do.

He didn't see Hadley again until a month later. The second task was approaching on February twenty-fourth and, Harry realized, at this point in time he had had no idea what to do. He had borne a grudge against Cedric at the time, though he couldn't recall why, and hadn't taken the older boy's advice until it was almost too late.

So when Harry cornered Hadley on February ninth, he kept it quick. Ron and Hermione had kept forward, bickering and ignorant that Harry had ambushed her as they left the Transfigurations room. "Take the egg in the bath, and ask your Herbology partner what to do from there," he said when Ron and Hermione were ten feet ahead, and then he moved, gave Hadley a wave, and trotted along to his own class. Of course, that depended on Hadley having taken his advice to partner with Neville instead of Ron or Hermione. Well, if she hadn't, it wasn't his fault.

It was loads more than he had had to work with. Crouch hadn't known much about teenagers, that much was certain. He didn't realize that just because two boys roomed together, that didn't mean they talked much. Harry was trying to shove Hadley in the right direction a bit more obviously, and maybe help Neville a bit too. Though he doubted anything short of the DA would really give Neville the right sort of kick in the pants.

And again, two days later, Hadley showed up, more curious than ever. Harry was in a study session with the other Slytherins at the time, in the library as they all looked up information for various essays. Higgs and Davis quit their gossiping as they were the first to see her approach. The lack of chatter was quickly noticed by the boys, who all looked up, eyeing the silent girls, before following their gazes.

Hadley stood awkwardly in an aisle nearby, looking at them, rocking on her heels as if fighting herself on whether or not to approach. Harry did his best to smile invitingly at her, even as his housemates kept themselves reserved.

She seemed to steel herself as her eyes flitted from face to Slytherin face. She took her first step forward, than another, and continued in this fashion near robotically until she was standing by the shoulder of Harry's chair, where Harry had half twisted his torso to get a good look at her.

"Harry, I spoke with Neville in Herbology, and I was wondering if…" she paused, cleared her throat that made her voice a bit hoarse, and continued. "If you knew of an apothecary that happened to sell exotic Mediterranean water plants?"

"Of course, there's one I can think of that does owl orders even," Harry told her. He had taken some time to explore Knockturn Alley over his break. Just a day, to see why the aurors hadn't shut down the street for good if it was all black market like the shops he had seen on previous visits. Of course, as it turned out there were a lot of shops dealing black market, but others dealt in rarities, pieces of interest, low quality second hand goods, or other niche items.

After all, hadn't Hagrid had to go to the Alley for Flesh Eating Slug Repellent the once? It wasn't all bad, it was just a bad part of town. The place that tourists, the students, muggleborns, anyone who was not very familiar with the area, would not wander alone.

As it was, under the Cloak of Invisibility Harry was still certain his wallet had almost been lifted twice. When it was nearly physically impossible for anyone to find him.

"Well if you happen to put an order in the next week or so, I have a few things I would like to put on it," Hadley said after a moment. Harry nodded easily and she scampered back to her aisle. He could see Hermione in the same, and Krum at a table not too far off.

"And that was about what exactly?" Montague raised one eyebrow. It was rather impressive how well he could do that, actually.

"You'll see on the twenty-fourth," was Harry's reply. And the Slytherins resumed their work.

Author's Note: By the by, chapter plans (assuming I stick by them) now plans weekly updates through September, which covers through 6th year. Assuming I continue getting things done at the current rate, all should be well in terms of updates. No promises, since I have no idea what summer has in store for me, but I'm going to try.

Oh, I'm posting this on the 4th of July? Cool. Hope all the Americans had a fun day! I spent this day last year in Amsterdam having as close to a Texas style barbecue as possible there with my Texan uncle and French aunt. Pro-tip: NEVER let a French woman make you a margarita. It will not end well. No idea what I'm doing this year today (because, hey, this chapter was written in early June), but I'll assume barbecue at my grandparents or something. And I probably saw the new Spiderman night before last.

(Haha, out of buffer now... too much Skyrim... oops? I'm goig to scrap wat I have for the next chapter and start that over. It'll be out on time, no worries.)