A/N: I really hope this chapter makes sense because the writing format is a bit different from what I usually use. The italics are the conversation between Lily and James, from the night where I left out the previous chapter. The rest of the conversations are scenes from different parts of the rest of the November month. If it still doesn't make sense, message me alright.

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Previously: Lily is having a bad day. She fought with James and Snape and received a letter during breakfast, after which none of her friends saw her. Alissa helps Emily plan for Sirius' birthday. Emily wants a romantic dinner with him and while Alissa is critical about the plan, she helps Emily. James finds Lily crying in an abandoned corridor.

Disclaimer: "They can take away your company Brooke Davis but they can't take away your talent." No I don't own this quote or anything else that you like, for that matter but I do own a bit of talent (Passion?) for this story and that's about it. And I also harbor a passion for 'One tree hill'.

13. A Change in Dynamics.

"There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying." - Sarah Dessen, Just Listen

(Conversation, part 1)

"Halo, what's wrong?" James asked, his voice concerned, stricken, his heart pounding at the thought that she should be upset for some reason, any reason.

She looked so delicate, fragile; her white skin glowing red in the light of the setting sun outside. Her red hair nearly blend with the rest of her; the last few rays of sun dancing golden on her skin. She was curled up in a ball, her face buried in her hands. She didn't even snap at him to leave her alone. And that is when it hit him like a bludger to the chest; she looked so so broken and yet completely, utterly breathtakingly beautiful.

"Halo, should I call someone?" he tried again.

She shook her head in response and struggled to keep the tears at bay. They nearly did stop but then her mind started wandering to certain places she didn't want to visit. Was there much blood? When did it happen? She ended up once again, on the verge of tears.

James waited as long as his patience allowed him to but he was not a very patient person by nature and at last he spoke up.

"Halo, will you tell me why, on the fucking earth, are you crying like it's the bloody apocalypse?"

Apocalypse. He described it so acutely.

"No-nothing" she stuttered.

James lost it. She was crying in the middle of the corridor. She was Lily Evans, for Merlin's sake and Lily Evans didn't cry for nothing.

"Lily Evans, quit lying and tell why you are upset?"

"N- Everything." She whispered her voice small and meek; her sobs turning into hiccups. James hesitated; his heart pounding slowly. He could see it; he could see her slapping him across the face and walking away but for some inexplicable reason, he could also see her tears drying up and her sighing contently. He raised his eyes to heaven in foreboding and shuffled so that he was sitting next to her. He nudged her should with his.

"What are you talking about?" he asked gently.

She sighed and looked up, wiping her eyes.

"I'm sorry." She spoke at last. "I'm sorry for what happened earlier. I was completely unfair and you were just teasing and I ….."

"Hey! It doesn't matter. I was riling you up. You were bound to blow. I should be the one who's sorry." He answered in what he hoped was a comforting tone.

"But I shouldn't have risen to the bait. There's a high road; one where I could've walked away indifferently." She argued, tears once again threatening to spill.

"Lily it's okay. Please tell me you are not crying for that." He assured her. "Oh Merlin! Lily Evans is crying cause' we fought. I could dance." He said putting on his best gleeful expression hoping to earn a smile, or even a smack on the arm. Right now, he wouldn't even mind her hexing his balls off.

She cried.

"You're being so nice and I was horrible." She sobbed, leaving James uncomfortable.

"Hey Lily," he said, gently taking her hands away from her face. "Halo, you're forgiven. I didn't even think two times about it." He lied. "And besides, you're not a high road taker. You fight for what you want; you don't sit around indifferently. It's an admirable quality Halo; don't beat yourself up over it."

"But…"

"Halo, it was a petty fight; let it go. The fact that you're here and you're apologizing is more than enough alright. It was a petty fight and have we ever had a conversation without having one of them?"

(Petty fight)

"Sirius" Emily called out to her boyfriend, waving across the corridor to catch his attention. Once assured that he had noticed her and was waiting for her, she fought to make her way to him.

"You know this is the very corridor where we got together." She said nonchalantly.

He grinned at her as she wrapped her hands around his neck for a kiss.

"Not now." He said pulling away but keeping a lingering hand on her waist. Students moved around them and they started walking with the crowd. Seeing the slightly put out look on his girlfriend's face, Sirius whispered in her ear "I may not be able to stop and McGonagall doesn't accept kissing my girlfriend as a plausible enough reason for being late."

She cheered up instantly and giggled slightly at his words. "Have you tried using the excuse before?" she asked sweetly. Sirius rolled his eyes and started tugging them forward. She tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and looked up at him.

"There's a reason I came over actually. I needed to talk to you." She spoke.

"Hmm…. What was it?" He asked distractedly, pulling out the strand of her hair, his fingers brushing past the length of neck, making her shudder involuntarily.

"Sirius!" she chastised, slapping his hand away, pointedly ignoring the smirk he wore on his face.

"What?" he asked innocently, stopping to look at her.

Emily pursed her lips but let it go. "I need you to be free the next Tuesday at seven." She said clearly, firmly, distractedly, as he once again stared playing with her hair.

"But that's my birthday. Prongs, Moony and Wormtail will have a surprised party planned." He frowned.

"Isn't it supposed to be a surprise Sirius." She chuckled slightly.

"Em, Everyone knows there will be one." He argued. "And you're invited." He added beaming at her.

"But Sirius; ask them to plan for some other time. Tell your mates that you have other plans." She insisted.

"What other plans?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

"Sirius, I made plans for us." She answered softly, hurting entering her tone.

"Oh come on babe, I am turning 18. They have pretty special stuff planned. I am not going to ditch my friends and don't you want to be at my party?" he asked, crossing his hands. They had stopped walking some time ago.

"But Sirius, I wanted us to spend some time together. I have a surprised planned and for once it will actually be a surprise. And you will like it so much. I have everything planned out perfectly and …" She rattled on looking far more excited by the prospect than Sirius.

"Emily, can't we do this some other time?" he interrupted her.

"But Sirius…" Emily began to argue but her eyes were soft and if you looked real closely, they were tearing up.

"Emily, don't do this alright." He cut her off once again. "Shit!" He swore loudly. "I'm late for McGonagall . Listen, I expect you to be at my party and that's final." He said and dashed off, breaking into a sprint at the end of the corridor.

Emily stared at his back, tears leaking out. She sighed audibly and headed towards her classroom; History of Magic with Professor I-am-happy-to-torture-you-even-in-death Aka Binns.

(A Duel)

"Snape"
A cold voice stopped him in his tracks. It was Rodoluphus Lestrange. Snape turned around slowly preparing himself to face his former ally. Following the fiasco at the clearing he had enthusiastically avoided the senior student and Lestrange too had been happy to comply. Students weren't given any official statement about the events but majority of the school were aware of the events that had followed. They were supposed to lay low. That had been their orders. Lay low and let the hustle die down and then slowly resume recruiting.

"Snape, you are a fucking bastard, that's what you are." Rodoluphus sneered at him.

"What happened Lestrange?" he asked calmly, his face a mask of indifference.

"What happened? Lily Evans, that mudblood bitch is what happened." He practically screeched, panic written over his face. "Mulciber and Avery, your friends" he spat the word 'friends' in contempt "happened."

Snape sighed and rolled his eyes. He was clearly going to get nothing productive by listening to Lestrange rant. Panic clearly made him to sputter simply vague explanations.

"If you have anything important to tell me then you can find me in the library." He said, clearly intending to walk away. He was, however stopped by Lestrange, who had clearly different plans for him. He gripped Snape's shoulder tightly from behind, preventing his movements. Snape stiffened and turned around. He saw it happening in his mind. He saw it happen a second before it actually happened. He knew it was coming. He could've defended himself. He knew it but turned around nonetheless and Rodoluphus' fists met his nose.

He staggered back, one hand clutching his bleeding, broken nose and the other punching his opponent. Rodoluphus felt a sharp pain in the side of his cheek and a rush of fury course through his veins. He drew his wand but Snape was just as quick. He too had his wand out and braced himself for duel with the N.E.W.T student.

"Mulciber and Avery were expelled last week." The N.E.W.T student growled.

"I know." The slimy haired boy replied.

"They told them how you always fancied her. They told them you were friends and then stopped one day. They told them how would be willing to do anything for that girl." Lestrange whispered coldly, venomously because he had hit a nail and he knew it. His smug tone showed it.

Snape stared unbelievingly and then everything fell into place. It all fit. Like when the final piece of a jigsaw made sense. He groaned inwardly cursing his luck and the asshole in front of him. They were far more stupid than he had initially assumed. Only a complete fool would think that he had actually volunteered information to Lily, information that would potentially kill him and her both; information that would in no ways help him mend his relationships with Lily. Lily would probably hate him more for actually knowing that kind of stuff. Hadn't his last conversation (If it could be called as one) proved that?

Snape bitterly spat "Don't be ridiculous Lestrange." His eyes were far blacker than before. "We haven't spoken in months. Do you really think I would sell that kind of information? Do you think I'm that stupid? I know how this works Lestrange and if I told her, I would've been killed. I know it Lestrange, so why I would I spill my guts?"

"Maybe you slipped, you greasy jack hole. Maybe she showed that filthy mudblood skin of hers and you spilled. And then you, the blithering git you are, didn't have the guts to stop her. So you hoped liked a sissy that she wouldn't tell on you." snarled Lestrange. "I don't fucking care how or why. They think it was you and we are all screwed up. They don't trust us anymore. We will have to prove ourselves all over again. All these months have gone to waste because you wanted to get laid."

Snape pressed his eyes shut and hoped his demeanor wouldn't betray the pain he was going through, listening to him talk about Lily like that. Before he could open his mouth to argue, he was met with sparks and heat. The older wizard had attacked him, possibly with a stinging jinx.

"Lanklock" he muttered feebly, pointing his wand at the pureblood's chest. Lestrange dodged in time and slashed his wand, non-verbally sending a jinx at him. He saw a purple flash and felt immense pain in his ribs. He clutched in abdomen as another hex was sent along his way. He tried to retaliate but Lestrange stepped on his hand, pining it to the floor and kicking him in the gut. Kicking his wand away, the elder boy walked away with a smug satisfied look on his face.

(Conversation, part 2)

They were both silent for quite some time now. She was staring out of the window at the sky outside, which was steadily turning inkier.

"So, halo. I never thought you'd actually have a conversation with me without hexing me." smirked James mischievously taking a peek at her face to gauge her reaction. This was the point where she was supposed to laugh or look hurt or request him to not laugh her expense or even frown and get mad. All he saw was impassivity and it just confirmed what he was thinking. She wasn't okay. They were okay (for once) but she wasn't okay. Something else was bothering her.

"Halo, what's wrong?" he asked, feeling an unnerving sense of Déjà vu. She sniffed his response and held up her hand. He took it as a sign that she would tell eventually but she needed a moment to organize her thoughts. She looked at him and then back outside. He was still there sitting beside her even though hours had passed. The sky was a proof of it. He deserved to know; he had been too kind. But was she ready to tell? She sighed stalling slightly before deciding.

"I fought with Sev today, again." She whispered softly unsure of his reaction. He wasn't the best of mates with him, that much was obvious.

He stiffened momentarily beside her but relaxed so quickly that she wondered if she had imagined it. Then he did what he did the best. "Did he cry like a baby?" James asked without batting an eye.

"No, I am the one doing that." She replied humorlessly.

He gave a dry laugh but asked anyways "What did you fight about so badly that you are crying over the slimy git?"

"He wanted to be friends and I told him to go fuck himself."

This time James laughed right out. "Didn't know you had it in you, Halo. I'm proud."

She rolled her eyes but smiled slightly. Here she was, smiling with James Potter even after what happened. Maybe he was correct. Maybe she had changed. She was supposed to side him and be there for him, not crack jokes with James Potter.

"He accused me of leaving him." she whispered, her voice cracking. It was the one thing that bothered her above everything else. She meant what she had told him. She had made those promises to Sev, her soft kind scared Sev not the cruel, distant and vile version of him, not Snape. But sometimes, even underneath the layer of Snape, she saw a glimpse of Sev. She missed him and she couldn't help but hope that Sev would emerge one day.

"Lily, don't blame yourself alright. Don't you take this on yourself and let him walk away free. It is his bleeding fault that you are not talking to him." he argued furiously and she chuckled slightly.

"Potter even if he was the kindest person to walk on this earth, you would still hate him. So don't pretend like he screwed up his chance. You never gave him a chance."

"Whatever." He replied rolling his eyes "He's the asshole."

(He's the asshole)

"Come on Emmeline Vance. Stop crying over a guy, that too in the bathroom. It's too cliché." Alissa yelled at her best friend from the other side of the cubicle.

"Leave me alone Alissa. My boyfriend doesn't care about me." Emily replied.

"Oh my Merlin, Emily your life doesn't revolve around your shit boyfriend." She yelled annoyed. A first year opened the door and stared at her, her eyes wide.

"Go pee somewhere else." Alissa shooed the delicate girl away and once again began pounding on the door.

"Alissa, go away."

"Emily, get out."

"He doesn't even care Alissa" she said sadly as she opened the door. Alissa wrapped her best friend in a hug and ran a soothing hand over her hair. She pulled away and held her by her shoulders. She looked at her in the eye and said "It'll be alright."

"Al, all my work is going to go to waste. All for a stupid surprise birthday party where he will get wasted." She whined her bottom lip trembling.

Alissa groaned inside. Her friend was being stupid. She should have never gone after Sirius, she should have never considered being in a relationship with him. She should have never kissed him. And she sure as hell should've dumped his sorry ass long time ago. But she didn't tell her that. Instead she patted her back and conjured her some water to drink.

"Em, He is Sirius black. He can be a complete jack ass. He will come around." Alissa consoled her friend and walked her to their next class all the while contemplating the Sirius Black approach to life and hexing whichever bastard was annoying her, in this case Sirius bloody Black himself. It would certainly save her a headache. She groaned inwardly; Sirius Black was giving her a migraine.

(Conversation, Part 3)

"Alright Halo, here is what I suggest" spoke James once Lily had scolded him with an unusual lack of enthusiasm for calling Snape an asshole to which he had protested whole heartedly, calling her incapable of handling the truth which had inevitably led to an argument. The same words were uttered all over again but for once, they were arguing, debating not fighting or yelling.

"I think you should forget the whole Snape episode and move on with your life."

As Lily opened her mouth to quite possibly protest, he interrupted her. "But the last few months are enough proof that you can't get over the bitch. You need closure Evans and one way to do it is to say goodbye with a sense of finality."

There was a pause. And then "But you, Evans are completely mental. You have said goodbye to the lovely Mr. Snape a million times and yet you get into conversation with him on a daily basis and then cry about it into stranger's crisp shirts making them all wet."

Lily stared flabbergasted at James, her eyes wide and confused and a voice in her head telling her that under different circumstances it would have amused her to great deal. James continued talking, either oblivious or pointedly ignoring her attempts to get a word it. Lily was inclined to go with the latter.

"So, I was a solution. How about I hex the idiot till he apologizes sincerely, admits he was wrong to accuse you of leaving him and when he accepts that his mere presence diminishes the vast beauty of this Earth, you can agree that he is in fact the asshole and then move on."

"Your shirts are not crisp Potter and I sure as hell didn't cry in them." Lily sputtered indignantly.

"Honestly women! That is the part that your brains comprehend." James muttered exasperated

"And also, I did say goodbye to him with-how did you put it? - A sense of finality. It was a done deal today. I miss the boy I used to know Potter but you never knew him, so you can't possibly understand why I am so upset. But hone- "

"Should I hex him till the boy you know comes back to his body?" James interrupted once again.

"Stop interrupting me Potter; and no. He's gone. Sev is gone. I have accepted it."

"Good Evans, acceptance is the first step."

"To what?"

"Moving on, and it will eventually lead to healing. You just wait and see."

Lily smiled at him with sincerity and the care in his smile was suddenly customized with his regular smirk.

"Never thought a day would come when Evans wouldn't tell me off for hexing."

"Never thought a day would come when I would realize that Potter's just having fun." She retorted.

"Evans thinks I am fun. I am so cool; she loves me to bits and pieces."

"Potter lives in a delusional bliss."

"Says the girl who's crying bullocks."

"I can't believe Potter volunteered to help clean up the mess."

"I get to hex snivelly; Evans doesn't hate me for it, all the while they part ways. Evans, my love, that isn't mess. It's a feast."

"Should've known potter has ulterior motives."

"I always do."

(Clean up the mess)

"Sirius Fucking hell Black."

Alissa marched across the corridor towards Sirius, her eyes narrowed and her hand twitching. Sirius waited for her as he flashed a smirk.

"Hello there sweetheart, My middle name's Orion, for my father but fucking hell pretty much sums him up."

She didn't bat an eye and just stared at him as if contemplating how he would look stuffed inside a turkey.

"Okay, you didn't laugh at that. Either you have a terrible sense of humor or I should run for shelter. Which one is it?"

"Run." She whispered and he took a step back to humor her

"Alright, what did I do?" he asked as seriously as he could under her glare.

"Look Black, I don't give a damn about your screwed up love life and senseless relationship with Emily but she is upset that you refuse to attend the party she had planned for you. And I wouldn't have given a fuck but she is getting on my nerves and I blame you for it. Why couldn't you just say you would be there?"

"Listen sunshine" he began, looking miffed "it isn't in your place to tell me what to do?"

"Okay Black, I am not ordering you around over here. Just convince Emily that you actually give a fuck about her the same way you had her under your charm for the past few months."

Sirius stared at her, churning her words in his mind.

"Sirius," she began once again, this time more softly. "You can't be in a relationship with a girl you don't care about. Relationships aren't all about snogging. I don't know what Emily was thinking when she suggested you both give dating a shot; maybe she was still tipsy from her hangover but you need to make an effort."

"You don't get to boss me around Shaw, and you sure as hell don't get to preach me." He replied bitterly.

"You know what Black, this is precisely your fucking problem. You're commitment phobic. You can't handle me telling you to care for your girlfriend and you really can't be a good boyfriend because you don't want to be one." She said angrily, waiting for a bomb to explode.

"Like I said, don't preach me. Don't psychoanalyze me; don't tell me what I am. Don't judge me when you don't know me. And get your butt out of my fucking life."

"Fine. Just make her bloody incessant whining go away." She argued and walked away, her hair blowing at the pace she was walking. Her heart was hammering and she cringed slightly. It didn't go as she had planned. She hoped desperately that she hadn't made matters worse.

(A Drunkenness)

Remus groaned as he stirred on a couch in the common room, his head heavy. He had a pounding headache and it was the second time this month. The first time had been at Sirius' birthday party but this time the occasion was more celebratory. He smiled feebly as he remembered the rush from the game. It was the best way to begin a Quidditch season; by winning the first game.

He remembered the game; it had been quite an unusual one. The teams had entered the way they did, Gryffindor was against Ravenclaw. Captains had shook hands and the players were in the air. First ten minutes into the game Ravenclaw had two goals in, which would have been impressive if not for the five goals that Gryffindor had scored. Behind him, someone in the stands had suggested two quaffles being used because no one had considered it possible for seven goals to take place in mere ten minutes.

The star of the game was James and Nikki, the Gryffindor seeker. The Gryffindor chasers had a tight formation from the very beginning. Once the Ravenclaw let go of the quaffle, right after their second goal, Melina dived in and the stole it from under Ravenclaw captain's nose. And then she passed it to Alissa; the two girls playing back and forth, the ball changing hands the moment anyone even seemed to come close. It was tough to break the coordination and the closest who came to it was the Ravenclaw beater when he hit a bludger right at Melina's abdomen. James swooped in to catch the quaffle.

He rushed forward passing it to Alissa once again who gave it to a recovered Melina. They passed the quaffle in a pattern that only they seemed to be aware of, leaving the Ravenclaw chasers no means to intercept it. It was frustrating for Ravenclaw because the quaffle was more in air, taunting them to take it than in the hands of their opponents. As they neared the three long hoops, their Keeper straightened to block out the quaffle. James feinted towards left and then threw towards the right hoop. It was the oldest trick in the book and it went straight past the baffled keeper and through the hoop. A goal. And what followed were five more impressive goals on James part.

At 180-30, Gryffindor in lead, the game had gone into a mellow drone as the chasers and beaters flew around. And then suddenly the atmosphere was tense, like everyone was suddenly aware that it was happening, even before they figured out what. The two seekers were head to head after the snitch. The game in the air froze. "James" Alissa was calling out to her captain. "James!" his head snapped around to see her indicating towards his hands.

Right of course, he still had the quaffle in his hand. But it would be too late. He was on the other side of the pitch. "It won't work" he tried to tell but even then his hands were moving on their own accord, like he knew he had to give it that one last try. The quaffle zoomed across the pitch and barely made it through the hoop at the right end before losing momentum and falling to the ground. At the same time was a roar indicating that the snitch was caught. It didn't matter, he grinned triumphantly. They had still won.

"Gryffindor Wins 390-30 in the most spectacular way possible. I repeat GRYFFINDOR WINS" the commentator Gary Crossford happily announced. It had been one hell of a game.

And certainly more of an occasion to celebrate than Sirius' birthday, especially seeing that he himself hadn't been there for the major part of it.

(Birthday Boy)

"Where the hell is Sirius?" Remus yelled over the noise of the chattering students around them intensified by the songs of weird sisters, a band that had recently gotten together. Their lead guitarist had left his old band, Wizrock and met their lead singer at a bar and the two of them had gotten talking and a few months later, with a couple more members, their first album out and a hit they were quite the sensation. They also cause quite the stir when it came out that one of them was dating the daughter of the minister of magic but the rumors were snubbed. It was all in the witch weekly.

"I have no idea but who cares mate, this party is absolutely smashing." James replied chugging the drink in his hand. A girl with heavy eye makeup made her way towards him and he winked at her. She was picking up the nerve to ask him to dance when she was interrupted.

"Hey James, a dance?" Alissa intervened, dragging him to the make believe dance floor, which was basically the walking space in their common room.

"Hey! Al." answered James enthusiastically and Alissa wasn't sure if she wanted to know the number of drinks he had consumed. They were spiked of course; but it was expected when the occasion was Sirius' birthday. Speaking of "James, Where the hell is the birthday boy?" asked Alissa as they moved haphazardly on the dance floor, a movement which one may term as dancing.

"How should I know? Why do people keep asking me that?" James groaned.

"I don't know, maybe because you both are joined at hip." she retorted as the song turned to a slower one and the most people left out on the floor were couples. James twirled her around, his eye on Lily who was moving with Caradoc some distance away. She looked beautiful really, but then again, he always thought she did. But she looked like she was feeling alright and that's all that mattered. She seemed to have felt his gaze on her because she turned and caught his eye. They exchanged a smile and then James looked away. His partner was staring at him, eyebrows raised.

"What?"

Alissa rolled her eyes. "Were you even listening to a word I said?" she asked.

"No." he answered honestly. "I am going to get a drink." He muttered as he left her on the dance floor. She made her way back to where the chairs and couches had been repositioned.

"Shaw!" she heard a curt voice from behind her, followed by someone squealing her name. She spilled the drink she had managed to grab on the way as Emily tumbled into her for a hug.

"Whoa. Emily, hold on there." She chuckled and took a step away. Emily looked at her with big, round blue lined eyes that send the message across. Stay up for me, I have lots to tell.

"Excuse me, I have to use the washroom." She said and walked away, leaving Alissa in wake with Sirius Black.

"So, Happy Birthday." Alissa said awkwardly, to break the uncomfortable silence.

"Thanks." replied Sirius not quite meeting her eyes. In the minutes that followed, Alissa had an increasing respect for the term 'awkward silence'.

"Alright, I am going to say it out front. I was rude and out of line the other day, and I am sorry." said Alissa looking up at the birthday boy.

"I'm sorry too and you were right about one thing." He allowed.

She raised her eyebrow in questioning.

"I should treat her better." He said nodding at his girlfriend at the other end of the room, making her way back towards him. Alissa followed his line of sight and nodded.

"Yeah, I usually am right but I am going to try and be less of a bitch about it."

(Conversation, the truth)

He looked at her staring at the sky outside. The skies were clear and the stars brighter than ever before. He knew it and she knew that he knew; something else was bothering her. But he didn't push it. He might have but she spoke then, so softly, he voice so low, if it hadn't been for the absolute silence around them in which he could pick the noise of his heart beating, he wouldn't have heard her. But he did.

"My dad used to tell me that when we die, we become stars. That we take a place up there on that vast sky and look down at the people we love with affection."

"Halo, why are you talking about this?"

"James, my dad died."


A/N: Aaaand, Bazinga! Now you know why Lily was behaving like that. And yes, other characters disappeared momentarily but if you must know, they were just going on with their lives normally. Nothing worth writing about happened.

More of Emily/ Sirius drama and Mary/ Richard drama in the next chapter. Stay tuned.

Reviews are better than winter mornings snug fests with my blanket.

And Merry Christmas in advance, my happy fellows.