Separating Fact from Fiction
Chapter 9
Act 1, Part 7
(I do not own A Very Potter Musical or Harry Potter.)
(Bold is the musical)
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"Master! Master! The shipments for the first task have just arrived!" Quirrel proclaimed proudly, looking giddy as he stumbled into his room, his hands rigid and his large red turban askew.
"I know, Quirrel," Voldemort hissed. "I hear everything that you hear."
"Quirrel was never the brightest wand in the shop," Ron snorted while others chuckled at Voldemort's and Quirrel's quarrel.
"Yes," Draco drawled. "He must've been exceedingly dim to let the Dark Lord attach his soul to his own. Whatever made you come to that most elusive conclusion must've been very difficult to understand!"
Ron flushed; he had always had a problem with stating the obvious facts. Draco's sarcasm made him feel even more embarrassed then he was.
"Oh, can it, Malfoy!" Hermione frowned. "Only I can tease Ron!"
"Along with me!" Harry and Ginny added together, while Hermione nodded in approval at them.
"Thanks gu—Hey!" Ron started, before he realized what they were actually talking about and now looked offended.
"Smooth," James snorted at his uncle while Draco merely watched them interact with an uninterested gaze.
Quirrel solemnly nodded as he gently slipped off his turban, revealing the haughty face of Lord Voldemort.
"Isn't it wonderful?" Quirrel asked, tucking his ridiculous turban underneath his arms. "We've made sure that Harry Potter's name was drawn from the cup and soon he will be ours!"
Voldemort contorted his expression into a smirk as he smiled vindicated, "Yes. It's really happening, isn't it, Quirrel?"
"You know," Voldemort continued as Quirrel did not answer him, though he looked proud at Voldemort's words, "with the plan going so well, I feel like maybe we should celebrate…"
"Can't you imagine," Teddy laughed, "ol' Voldy celebrating with a party hat and a High School Musical cake."
"My cake was delicious and you know it! You ate at least half of it!" Lily cried out indignantly.
"So?" Teddy inquired, looking uninterested at Lily's cry.
"Meanie," Lily huffed, her cheeks puffing out as she stubbornly crossed her thin arms across her chest.
"Oh, Voldemort celebrated alright," Harry muttered darkly, his eyes downcast. "By torturing his victims with excruciating pain before he finally he gave into their deepest desires and killing them."
The joyful mood was gone as everyone stared at Harry, who was staring at the beige carpet.
Scorpius was the first one to talk, "Harry James Potter; The Boy-Who-Live, The Chosen One, The Vanquisher of Voldemort, Mood Killer."
Harry blinked and turned his gaze onto all the other people in the living room before a sheepish smiled broke out on his face, "Sorry mates."
He turned his head to Draco, "Except for you Malfoy."
"Oh, Harry," Ginny sighed, the corners of her lip twitching at her husband's behavior.
Voldemort was trying to turn his head so that he could see Quirrel's face, though it seemed impossible.
"Whaddya say, Quirrel?" Voldemort asked. "How's about we go out? I hear its karaoke night down at the Hogshead."
"I think I should mention that to good ol' Abeforth next Hogsmeade weekend," James mused out loud.
"James, pray tell me, why were you at Hogshead?" Ginny asked, a fixed smile on her face.
James blanched, his face whitening. How could've he slipped about what he does at Hogwarts in front of his mum?
"Errr—well—" James couldn't think any of reasonable excuse.
"This'll be good," Al snickered to Scorpius.
Scorpius chuckled, "Very good."
"Well, um. You went into Hogshead when you were my age!" James accused.
"Well, I'm pretty sure you didn't have a toad look alike defense professor who's enjoyment in life is torturing students all while denying the war at hand," Ginny retorted smoothly.
"James, for your health, I suggest you should scoot away from your mum," Harry suggested and James didn't need to be told twice. James swiftly got up from his seat on the coach that was next to Ginny and shuffled next to Al, who looked disgruntled at sitting at the young prankster as James had slung an arm over his little brother's shoulder.
Quirrel, however, was not sharing his other's half excitement and instead looked hesitant.
"Uh, I dunno," Quirrel half-shrugging. "I have all these papers to grade and I've been giving so much, attention to this revenge plan that I'm really behind."
"Ahh, come on Quirrel!" Voldemort somewhat pleaded, rolling his eyes. "You've been working so hard all year! You deserve a night off!"
"Any man who has to live with Voldemort deserves more than a night off, more like an entire week," Harry snorted.
"So, you, me, and Draco will be heading to Hawaii next week?" Ginny asked curiously.
"Of course," Harry grinned.
"Do I have to come?" Draco asked dryly.
Harry and Ginny glanced at each other before nodding, "Yes."
"Oh joy," Draco sighed.
"We should invite Luna too," Harry added as an afterthought.
"But the papers?" Quirrel inquired.
"Oh, just give them all B-'s and be done with it!" Voldemort scoffed, shaking his head at Quirrel's silly worry.
Hermione gasped, her hand clutching the place where her heart was, "That's absolutely horrible!"
She had missed Draco's loud snort, her three friend's chuckles at her predictable behaviors, Teddy's barking laugh that mingles with James', Al and Scorpius' amused chuckles as they shook their heads, and Lily's muttering, "That would be great if my teacher did that. I keep failing Social Studies."
"That's probably why he was fired in our first year," Hermione muttered to herself.
"That and he had Voldemort on the back of his head, tried to steal the Philosopher's Stone, almost killed three first years, and infiltrated Hogwarts, before getting killed," Ron told her in a matter-a-fact tone, but Hermione didn't seem to be listening to her husband.
"Great marriage you got there," Al snickered, making Ron glared furiously at him.
"How would you know?" Scorpius snorted. "Didn't you say you'd never get married."
"Whatever," Al said rolling his eyes.
Quirrel looked shocked as he raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth wide open before closing it and smirked, "Now that's evil!"
"Of course it is!" Hermione cried out, provoking more chuckles from their group.
"She makes it sound like it's an absolute sin sent from the devil itself," Scorpius observed.
"To Aunt 'Mione, it sorta is," Teddy explained.
"Well," Voldemort chuckled, "yeah, thanks. I am the Dark Lord."
"Really? I almost forgot!" James gasped, bringing his hand to his mouth.
"Prat," Lily giggled.
"Come on," Voldemort added in a persuasive tone. "Just a few drinks! Hey, we'll try and pick up some chicks!"
"I don't think anyone would want to spend their evening with Voldemort," Ron shivered.
"Bellatrix Lestrange," Harry and Draco answered at one. The two reeled back in surprised, before glaring at each other then promptly looked away.
"I wouldn't know what to say," Quirrel admitted bashfully, scrunching his eyes close. "I'm no good at that."
"Come on, it will be fun!" Voldemort replied at once. "You just move your lips and I'll do the talking!"
Quirrel whimpered, still unsure what to do. Voldemort noticed and he dramatically rolled his eyes and shook his head as he groaned, "Quirrel! Man! Listen!"
Lily giggled at Voldemort's tone and facial expression. Harry was not pleased.
Voldemort continued, "I may just be parasite on the back of your head who's literally devouring your soul every time you take a breath,"-Voldemort breathed in while Quirrel looked horrified at Voldemort's statement-"but I can see that, you're too good a guy not to have a bit of fun every once in awhile. You deserve this!"
"Voldemort told him that and Quirrel still let him attach himself onto his being?" Draco asked disbelieving.
"Americans are crazy," Ron stated.
"Everyone knows that," James said, rolling his eyes.
"They're not crazy. They just have—err, eccentric ideas," Hermione protested weakly.
"They also said that Luna Lovegood was crazy, and she had eccentric ideas, but she proved that Nargles and Wrackspurts and all these other creatures exist with her husband, "Ginny defended.
"Luna's crazy," Ron pointed out. "I love her, really, she's great, but crazy."
"She only acts like that," Ginny said. "She says she likes confusing people with her attitude. And let's face it, her ideas are amusing it."
"Wait, why are you guys fighting over Americans and their sanity?" Al asked.
The four adults paused.
"We're not actually sure," Hermione answered, looking confused.
"Who really cares, actually?" Harry said.
"The Americans," Lily nodded.
"Well, if you put it that way," Quirrel smiled, looking mischievous, "then, yeah! Let's just go wild tonight!"
Voldemort looked exhilarated as he let out a short scream as he stuck his tongue and waggled it around.
"What an odd face," Draco observed, squinting his silvery grey eyes.
"I think it's funny," Teddy snickered.
"That's the spirit Squirrel!" Voldemort laughed in a derisive sort of way."Put on a fresh pair of wizard shorts and grab your tunic!"
Voldemort smirked, raising his eyebrows up and down, "Quirrel, we are going to get you laid!"
"Mum, what does laid mean?" Lily asked. James and Al snickered at their sister's obliviousness.
"Basically the same thing where babies come from," Ginny answered, watching her youngest curious face contort into one of disgust.
"Gross!" Lily screeched, wrinkling her face.
"Seriously man," Voldemort smirked as Quirrel, who was smiling excitedly, turned around and started to walk away, "back when I had a body,"-he breathily exhaled, a smiled lighting up his face-"I had mad game with the bitches!"
While many laughed, though Lily's sounded slightly forced, Draco, Harry, and Ginny were far from laughing.
"You guys think that Voldemort had and I quote, 'Mad game with the bitches.'" Harry whispered to them.
"Don't say that word, Harry," Ginny reprimanded him.
"Mad game with the ladies?" Harry corrected.
Ginny and Draco nodded solemnly.
"How come?" Harry asked.
Ginny shivered, crossing her arms, "When he showed me some memories in the diary, there was one particular one when he was flirting with a Slytherin girl. He didn't pull me out of the memory until they were making out all over the place! He was just about to,"-Ginny gulped-"reach her hands down her shirt before he had the sense to pull me out. And Merlin! I was only eleven!"
"Potter?" Draco asked quietly.
"It was during 5th year and I, um, I got a vision where he had some pleasurable company. Quite a few ladies and they, were, a well, y'know, and with a vision, I couldn't really stop watching without Voldemort forcing me out or he stopped having strong emotions. He didn't notice my presence until it was too late," Harry mumbled, as if he was experiencing the horrible memory over again. "I was traumatized."
"When the Dark Lord stayed at my manor," Draco muttered, "many Death Eaters stayed their also. And the Death Eaters love gossip, even more then Hogwarts students. There's been a rumor circulating around that Bellatrix and Voldemort were secret lovers, since Rodolphus was neglecting her with all the Death Eater business. But then again, Rodolphus never actually loved her, but anyway, one night, I was heading to the loo when I heard something. I immediately went into the shadows, thinking it was a drunken Death Eater who wasn't afraid to jinx or hex me but instead I saw Voldemort and Bellatrix making out, half naked. They just stumbled into the hallway and made out before staggering into one of the empty bathroom."
"Oh dear Merlin, I pity us," Ginny whispered feverishly, her face white as Draco and Harry nodded solemnly.
"Just ask Bellatrix Lestrange," Voldemort added like an afterthought as the two slowly walked out of the stage as the lights faded and it morphed into another scene.
Draco shuddered along with Ginny and Harry. The others didn't seem to noticed as they laughed, but Hermione was stroking the gleaming thin white scar on her throat.
The next scene was in a Hogwarts hallway, with the two cardboard pillars in the side of the stage. In the middle of the hallway was Harry, Ron, and Hermione, all three squished together to try and fit in the pink monstrosity of an invisibility cloak, which only covered their hands and the top of their shoulders.
Al and Scorpius looked horrified at the prospect of the cloak, making James laugh evilly.
"Well, uh, this cloak isn't as big as it used to be," Ron said nervously as the trio scuttled forward, all three of them pressed together as Harry clenched the cloak tightening so it wouldn't accidently slip off as they staggered forward.
Ron sighed, "I almost cried when that happened."
"Weasel," Draco sneered and before he could finish what he was going to say, Ron interjected.
"Ferret.
Draco's glared hardened.
"Weasel."
"Ferret."
"Weasel."
"Oh dear("Ferret.")," Hermione sighed.
"Shut it! Both of you!" Ginny snarled. The two quieted down, and settled to glare at each other silently.
"Great job, Weaslette," Harry chuckled, putting an arm over his red headed wife.
"Don't call me that," Ginny frowned.
"Shh! Someone's coming!" Hermione frantically whispered as three Slytherins made their way into view.
Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle had stumbled upon their hiding pace and as soon as Hermione said that, Draco looked around for the cause of the noise.
"The return of our favorite character," Al grinned, making Draco and Scorpius glare at him.
"Not cool, mate, not cool!" Scorpius hissed.
"Did you just hear something?" Draco asked, looking around as his hands loosely gripped the front of his robes.
"No," Goyle replied, his voice . "Only quiet."
He stared off into the distance, "Maybe…one raindrop…"
"Goyle's my favorite character," Lily laughed.
"Mine too," Hermione grinned. "He's just too funny."
"Why Goyle? Why not me?" Ron pouted.
"You're really mean in the musical, Uncle Ron," James said. "Goyle, however, is very funny."
"Whatever," Ron sighed.
"No matter," Draco said, rolling his eyes and his friend's behavior.
"Tell me Goyle," Draco said, walking forward. "Who do you think is the ugliest girl in school?"
"Uhh," Goyle stammered, stroking his stubbly beard on his square chin. "Oh! Buckbeak for sure!"
"Buckbeak is a guy," Harry said.
"What do you mean is?" Draco asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Oh, it's not like he's living with Hagrid after Buckbeak spent three years living under the alias of Witherwings when you guys were at school," James shrugged.
"He was wrongly condemned to death," Ron said simply when Draco glared. "We merely just helped saving his life."
Draco barely nodded, only moving his head downward an inch, but other than that, gave no other indication that he had even heard his larger friend.
"Lovely friendship you have," Teddy snorted.
"Crabbe?" Draco inquired.
Crabbed was putting all his weight on one foot and had his skinny arms crossed in front of his chest.
"Uh, Winky the house elf!" Crabbe nodded, nodding his head as he pointed to nowhere in particular.
Hermione huffed.
"Good one," Draco nodded, looking impressed. "Obscure!"
"Who's Winky the house elf?" Draco questioned.
"Winky was Crouch's house elf before he gave her clothes and now she works at Hogwarts Kitchens, though she is getting on in her years," Hermione explained.
Crabbed smirked as he nodded his head in agreement at Draco's statement, shrugging his thin shoulders.
"Do you know who I think is the most ugliest girl in school?" Draco said, slowly stalking forward, not looking at his two fellow Slytherins. He fingered the front of his robes.
"That Hermione Granger," Draco said, biting his lip.
Ron smiled. He had a feeling that this would somehow backlash and embarrass Malfoy, who was smirking at the turn of events.
Crabbe and Goyle didn't answer and instead looked for Draco for him to elaborate on his thought.
"You'd know what I'd give her on a scale of one to ten," Draco said, waggling his finger at them, "with one, one would be the ugliest while ten would be pretty. I would give her…an eight."
Draco, who was nearly grinning, sputtered indignantly as he blinked repeatedly.
"Why thank you Draco," Hermione laughed along with the others, "but I am happily married with Ron over here."
"Sorry, git, I mean mate," Ron laughed, clapping Draco harshly on the back.
Draco nervously played with his hands as an awkward silence befell on the three.
"An eight point five," Draco scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"Or a nine," Draco mumbled to himself.
"Not, not, over a nine point eight!" Draco firmly decided.
"How sweet," Ginny laughed, infuriating Draco even more.
"I do not think that about Granger!" Draco cried out, but no paid attention to him as they were laughing very hard.
"He didn't fall in love with Uncle Ron," Al snickered, "but fell in love with Aunt 'Mione."
"Because there is always room for an improvement," Draco continued. "Not everyone is perfect, like me. That's why I am holding out for a ten!"
Draco breathed out, "Because I'm worth it!"
"No you're not," Ron snorted.
Crabbe and Goyle looked at the leader of their group oddly.
"Come on let's go," Draco announced, turning around and walking straight, heading directly for the invisible Gryffindors, making them gasp in anticipation. Luckily, Draco side stepped just in time as he made his way through the corridors. Goyle was walking after them, heading straight for the trio, making them stiffen before he dodged out of the way and following the Malfoy heir. Crabbed swerved out of his path just to head directly at them, making them softly gasp just before he moved out of the way and the three walked away.
"No that's what you call lucky," Scorpius laughed.
James frowned, "Wish I was that lucky, then I wouldn't get caught playing pranks."
"Wow, what a bunch of jerks!" Harry accused, though he didn't dare to take the cloak off.
"Forget them!" Hermione waved off, not seemingly mad at them.
She was now directing the next statement to Ron, who was in the middle of the cloak while Harry was in the front and Hermione on the back. "Now, where did you say where you saw those crates being delivered?"
"Uh, I think they were being delivered to the auditorium so they should be at the end of this hallway and to the left," Ron nervously replied, positioning his hands where he suspected the crates to be.
The three nosily walked in place, Harry clutching the cloak, as the two cardboard pillars were moving backwards as the three progressed forward.
"Look!" Ron exclaimed, pointing to the large crate.
"A goat?" Hermione questioned, upon seeing what was inside the wooden crate, though she and the two male Gryffindors remained under the cloak, apparently hidden from sight.
On the side of the stage was a cardboard cutout of a goat, who looked forlorn, imprisoned into a brown crate.
"A goat?" Harry blinked. He was sure that the first task was not a goat.
"Don't look at me, mate," Ron said, putting his hands up.
"A goat?" Harry asked, looking horrified. "Oh my god, I have to fight a goat! I don't think I could do that morally!"
"Abeforth personally thanks you, Uncle Harry," Teddy said, putting a hand on his godfathers shoulder.
"And the goats have been all sent for feeding time, Headmaster," Snap announced, striding onto the stage with Dumbledore at his side, making the three silent.
"The return of my second favorite character," Al laughed.
"Feeding time?" Dumbledore asked, narrowing his eyes at the goat as he bended forward, trying to get a better look at the specimen.. "Dragon's don't' want to be fed! The want to hunt!"
"Now it makes more sense," Hermione nodded.
"Did he just say dragons?" Harry exclaimed, forgetting about being quiet, almost ripping off his cloak in the process, whilst Ron and Hermione looked horrified, hoping that they hadn't hear Harry's loud question.
"Nice Harry," Ginny said, rolling her eyes.
"Did you just say, 'did he just say dragons?'"Snape asked incredulously, narrowing his eyes at the senile headmaster, who had adopted an annoyed and slightly hostile expression.
Everyone snickered at Snape's odd sentence.
"I must have," Dumbledore proclaimed loudly, twitching his eyebrow as he slowly turned around to face the invisible teens, "because anybody else hiding in this room would've known to shut up Potter."
"All the times we've spied on someone, he would always know," Harry laughed with a crooked grin.
Harry fidgeted slightly at Dumbledore's words as the Headmaster turned around to face the Potions Master, who was standing behind the crate.
"Headmaster, do you think it's really wise to have children fight dragons?" Snape asked dubiously.
Dumbledore sighed, "No, Snape, I don't think it's wise to do anything anymore."
Dumbledore frowned, his back facing the professor.
"Like, here I am alive and well today and I could very well be killed by you tomorrow…" Dumbledore informed, shrugging, his bottom lip jutted out.
"Ain't that the truth," Ron chuckled.
"Why, that's absurd," Snape drawled, his face half-hidden in the darkness, making Dumbledore turn around and face him.
Everyone burst out laughing at Snape's word of choice and the way he said it.
"Severus," Dumbledore said, extending a hand out to Snape, "let's go to bed."
"Oh Merlin," Al shivered. "It sounds like they're going to bed together."
"Have you ever seen my room?" Dumbledore asked once he firmly gripped Snape's arm and led him closer before relinquishing his grip and instead pushing Snape forward. "I got some pretty kickin' posters on my wall."
"Oh, why won't you let me change middle names!" Al pleaded. "Sure, you won't let James switch with me because it means that he'll have a name where the two namesakes love your mum but you won't let me switch when my two namesakes in this musicals are being implied lovers!"
"We'll talk about it," Harry replied quietly, looking very white himself.
The two were now walking side by side, hand in hand. Their clasped joints were directly in front of the teenagers as they headed towards them, making them gasp and cower together.
Snape suddenly yawned, "Well I am rather tired…" Snape stretched his arms out and Dumbledore kept his hand high in the air before Snape held his hand again, the three students behind them.
"We are very lucky," Hermione beamed at the other two thirds of the Golden Trio.
The two smiled at each other as they walked out of the auditorium, leaving three worried Gryffindor students and a depressed goat waiting to be fed to a dragon.
"Ah, man, I have to fight a dragon! This is bogus!" Harry yelled, angrily tearing the cloak of the three, handing it to Ron's outstretched hand before stomping to the side.
Harry snorted, "Of course it is, I was a scrawny git."
"You still are today," Draco observed, making Harry growl.
"Oh," Hermione whimpered as Ron threw the cloak behind the pillar, looking worried.
Harry demanded, "How can I fight a dragon? I'm just a little kid!"
"You also admit it in the musical too," Draco observed.
"Malfoy," Harry muttered darkly.
Hermione couldn't answer as she bend forward while Harry bounced on his heels, not wanting to stay in one place.
"Alright, well maybe it won't be so bad, Harry," Ron stammered, leaning against one of the pillars but was to stressed to do that and shuffled closer to the leaning Hermione and pacing Harry. "Maybe-maybe you'll just have to fight Mushu from Mulan—"
"Oh, awesome!" Harry nodded, stopping his worried walking.
"What's so awesome about that?" Ron asked while Harry, Lily, and Hermione double over in laughter.
"I don't know—maybe like Puff the Magic Dragon or something!" Ron stressed while Hermione looked vexed.
"Oh Merlin, that would be great!" Harry laughed, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes.
"What are you guys talking about? They're dragons," Scorpius said, who had been watching the laughing three with a frustrated expression.
"Clearly you've never met any muggles," Lily giggled, jumping off her seat and walking to the computer. She had a smile on her face as she reached the mouse and paused the video. She then opended a new internet window and searched the two said dragons.
"Muggles are odd," Draco blinked, upon seeing the thin and small red dragon and the pink googley-eyed dragon.
"But brilliant," Ron laughed.
"I would love it if I had one like Mushu," Lily sighed in a love sick sort of way as she deleted the extra window, pressed play, before sitting back next to her mum and snuggling into her arm.
"Ron, this is serious, okay!" Hermione told Ron firmly as Harry worriedly looked at her, stroking his lips and chin with his finger. "Harry could die!"
"Really Hermione, I never noticed," Harry chuckled while Hermione rolled her eyes at her best friend's behavior.
Harry looked even more worried as he uneasily flattened his curly hair and let his hands rest on the back of his neck while Ron stuffed one of his hands in his pocket.
"Now, look, there's still time, all right? We just need to figure out a plan!" Hermione said, looking quite calm but in her eyes, she looked frightened and anxious.
"Okay, well," Harry said nervously. "We should probably do that in the back in the common room—where's—wait, where's the invisibility cloak?"
Harry looked expectantly at Ron, whom he had given the cloak to when he had first heard about having to fight the dragons and was frustrated.
Ron pointed behind him, "Well, I threw it over on that magical walking chair over there,"-Ron paused, his eyes wide, realizing what he just did as he put his fist to his lips and Hermione stared at him disbelievingly-"oh, crap…"
"Oh," Harry blinked, his eyes following the direction where Ron was pointing at as he raised his arms. "That's—that's going to be an issue."
"Yeah," Ron agreed and the three of the scrambled off the stage as the lights faded, music played, and the play again box showed along with the related videos.
Harry was mortified.
"You lost my invisibility cloak?" Harry accused. "What is wrong with you?"
"I didn't, Harry. I didn't really lose it!" Ron said, raising his arms up in defense.
"That's just horrible," Al sympathized. "No matter how ugly and hideous it looks."
"Harry, he didn't actually lose your invisibility cloak so quiet and Harry, press play," Hermione frowned.
"Ma'am, yes, ma'am," Harry chanted back at her, pressing the next video in the series.
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Oh, Ron, you're just a mess sometimes. You really do need help.
Anyway, short chapter, not very funny, so I wasn't really paying attention so sorry if I got some things wrong. I'll try not to do that too often. Fanfiction sometimes just screws up the bold, the words, and other things and it's super boring trying to fix them.
Semester 1 finally ended today (WOOOH!WOOOH!WOOH!) but I have to get my sceduele switched to 5th period P.E instead of 6th with the most meanest Gym teacher ever (sigh). I get to work on the yearbook next semester and I recently became a Gleek~ Kurt CoBlaine is adorable, I can't wait for the Superbowl and Valentines Day episode, Rachel seems to have gotten even more bossy in the second season, it seems like Quinn completely disregarded Beth's story line, Partie friendship is amazing, the Hudmels are my favorite family, and I have a new appreciation for Harry Shum Jr.'s abs O.o
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