Yeah, it's a bit longer than I'm used to, a bit longer than your used to too I'm betting. Anyway, I'm going to try to update faster now, although I may have some problems with that seeing as my teachers hate us all and have decided to kill us by drowning us in homework. Anyway, my thanks to my reviewers, as few of them as there is. I just have a request for all of your though. If you add me to your favorites, please review, if only to let me know that you're doing it. By the way, I haven't gotten one flame yet, and I want one to laugh at. Yes, flames will be laughed at. Anyway, I don't own Harry Potter, and on with the story.

After Kalak and Andy got up in the morning, the slightly awkward silence was broken by Andy's softly spoken, "Thank you."

Kalak looked surprised for a brief moment, before giving her a sneer and replying, "It was nothing. You needed comfort, I supplied it to you." He shrugged. "As I said, it was nothing—at least, nothing personal."

At remark, Andy's eyes brimmed with tears. But before they could spill over they were gone, and the cold, empty look was back in her eyes. It was the same look that had appeared when Cedric had died right in front of her eyes, though it had been slighter then.

The same look had appeared again, much stronger after Sirius had died, and it hadn't had a chance to disappear as all of her friends had died horrifying deaths that she had been forced to watch.

Ron, Ginny, Fred and George. All of them were dead. Hermione, Hannah, Ernie? They were dead as well. Professors Sprout and Sinistra? They were killed. Professor Snape had been killed by Voldemort himself after being discovered as a spy.

She may not have liked the man, but she respected the courage it must take to lie straight to that monster's face, and pretend to be loyal while you're at it. But I'm getting off track.

After that look appeared in her eyes, she reverted back to old habits and muttered, "Whatever." She then sauntered away to go practice with her blades.

Kalak was stunned. He had only meant to test her defenses, to see what she did when hurt. He had never thought that her first defense would be to retreat into that shell of herself, to become empty and emotionless.

Although, from the little he knew about her, it made a lot of sense. She was obviously one of those extremely rare girls that didn't like to share her emotions and be completely open. It was also rather obvious that a lot of bad things had happened to her, and not the normal, 'my dog just died' bad, but probably something to do with those horrifying scars on her back.

In all honesty, it didn't really matter. All that mattered was getting her back to her normal bitchy self before his Lord found out what he had accidentally done.

Andy was, to put it very mildly, pissed off. I mean, who did that vampire think he was? How dare he act like that towards her? She had only been polite! But, then again, maybe she should have just left it all alone. Maybe he was going on the defensive. Maybe he thought she being sarcastic? Yeah, right. Who am I trying to fool? He was just being a complete and utter bastard.

Although, really, I can't blame him. I know I'd be getting really testy if I had to travel with myself for a long period of time, which is actually slightly sad. But really, why did he have to pick now, of all times, to go all 'I'm a mean vampy' on her?

Why right after she'd had a nightmare, right after he'd been so sweet? If I could ask him one question, just one that he would have to answer truthfully, that would be it. A simple why?