A/N- Long Chapter ahead. I apologize if that upsets anyone… though I seriously doubt it, lol. And I haven't typed this in awhile, and I always reply to my reviews, I still wan to thank everyone who's taken the time to read this story. Whether you review, it, alert it, or just plain skim it. Thanks.

And this is an all Malfoy chapter, in POV perspective... sorry to all the Al lover's but I prmoise all of next chapter is Al.

Disclaimer- Do not own the characters. Just this crazy little plot that beats me in the head to get it done.

I Second That Motion

Score' POV

The next couple of days are odd, to say the least. Father has been in and out around the clock, keeping me up to date on what's going on with mother. He seems much happier than when I fell asleep that first night. According to him, Mr. Potter is doing everything in his power to track her down with the rest of the Auror department.

And they've checked just about anyplace they think she could be. Including back in her home land of Bulgaria. And in interesting news her parents can't be located either. The original thought was that she may have gotten to them first, but according to James (who swears he overheard his dad talking to Kingsley in the Floo) my other grandparent's- on my father's side, were seen in Bulgaria near their residence just after hearing about what happened to me. Something about Kingsley saying he wouldn't be surprised if Lucius Malfoy got back into his old ways and made them disappear. But I try not to think about anything James swears on.

And I know I shouldn't sound excited but Kingsley Shacklebolt- the Minister; coming to see me is extremely Brilliant in my opinion. Of course the basics of our conversations revolve around my mother, but still. All those times at Al's house he just nodded at me.

And then there were the visits. First there was the very strained visit between my grandparents (my father's) and myself. Father stood off on the side looking as if he were waiting for something to go wrong. Before they had entered I heard him and his father arguing. From the gist of it, I take it Grandfather wanted to speak to me about what happened personally, but father doesn't want me to have to talk about it. So the visit was decidedly awkward, and decidedly short.

And then of course there were the Weasley's and Potter's and such. To be more specific the Weasley women. And so there were more Weasley women then my father could handle (not that I think he would stand a chance against even one of them) in my room that were screaming and yelling at me for not saying something sooner and for going off and doing something stupid.

And I just don't mean adults either. Not that Al's mum, all his aunts, and his grand mum weren't stern, but it's a completely different when those of my age group jumped in. Rose, Roxanne, Dominique, Molly, Paisley all gave me that Weasley women glare before promising to kill me themselves if I ever let someone else bully me again. I asked did that include James, and unable to hold their smiles they replied 'especially James'. And then there were the younger ones, especially Renee, who was the only one who looked like she wanted to cry, but only made me promise to get better soon, so we could play tag again.

And then there were all the Weasley men, who seemed to enjoy ignoring my father's intimidation tactics. Eventually though, Mr. George did make everyone smile when he caught my father with a joy buzzer when he offered to shake his hand, it broke the tension.

But hardest of all was Al. All he wanted to do was talk about what happened. Real talk. Like he says something, then I say something. A conversation, is what I believe it's called. I keep trying to explain to him, that I'm not ready to talk all the time yet, but he just keeps talking away anyways.

The only thing that manages to shut him up is when I ask him about our…well when we… when I kissed him. At that point he usually turns red, and excuses himself to use the loo, and comes back with some sibling, cousin or other relative to stop me from asking again.

Ah, and just thinking of him here he comes now.

"Hey Score. Good Morning?" He asks.

I just shrug my shoulders.

"I've been trying to get dad to tell the Healers to let you out early, but he doesn't think they'll listen to him… as if anyone wouldn't…" Al says shaking his head while smirking.

I remember there was a time when Al and James were more than just a bit naïve about there father's popularity. That first Christmas when I went to their house I was afraid to even be in the same room as him, and when Al asked me about the weirdness, and I wrote that being in the same room as Harry Potter was a bit intimidating, he looked at me like I was crazy. He then went and told James, who immediately started laughing. Then they both asked their dad why I might be intimidated. It was actually quite comical listening as Mr. Potter blushed while quickly saying 'Oh er… well that may happen, I did save the world a few times you know?' and just left it at that. As if it were nothing.

Turned out James and Al just thought it was a tale their father told them to keep them excited and happy when they were little… they hadn't the slightest idea he was telling the truth. James said it explained a lot about why everyone used to give him odd looks in school.

A moment later James, Rose, David and Gabe walk in.

"You're a right prat Al." Davis states.

"What?"

Of course it was the type of 'what?' that means you know exactly what.

"You left us, that's what." Rose replies.

"The lift was fill."

"It was not, unless you're counting the space from your big head." James adds.

I can't help but smirk. We talk about the upcoming New Years Party at the Burrow to change the subject. I've been assured that I will be released to attend it, and so I actually can't wait. Besides for a chance of normality- though I wouldn't consider my father and I surrounded by Gryffindors on New Year's Eve completely normal, but it'll be better than where we usually are.

Plus… I'm sort of hoping that Al and I will finally find a moment to discuss our kiss. Of course my hopes usually lead to passionate daydreams that ends with us snogging under some mistletoe when the clock strikes 12.

Our talk is interrupted with the stepping in of my Grandfather and Grandmother.

"Oh… I guess we'll give you guys some time to talk." Rose says getting up.

From what James told me, my father's parents are quite intimidating. And if he's admitting that, I actually had to look at them a few times myself to see if I can see it. I suppose Grandfather may look intimidating with his walking stick, and Grandmother doesn't exactly look kind, but I guess I never noticed because they were both always infinitely more comforting then Edgar and Ileana- my mother's parents.

James nods quickly and heads out with Rose following him.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. And how are you this fine day?" David asks simply as gets up to leave.

"Ah, young Avery, we are well. Here to see our grandson." David replies in the manner all Slytherins are accustomed too.

"And how are you?" Grandmother asks.

"I'm quite well. It was nice seeing you."

And David nods and walks by. Al is the last to walk by them, and smirking simply says-

"Hiya. How's everything?" Al says cheerfully.

I can't help but smirk. Not just at Al's words, but at the expression of curiosity both my grandparents shoot at him.

"As I just told young Avery, youngest of the Potter sons, we are well." Grandfather answers.

"That's great. Have a good time talking with Score. And if you need anything we'll just be outside." Al says grinning.

And I can't help but to smile for real, at his grin. And watching his green eyes look at my grand parents so happily is comical.

"Yes, well thank you." Grandmother replies.

"No problemo."

And Al walks out the room. My grandparents look at each other for a moment before focusing on me.

"He's an odd one, that boy." My grandmother says, but it's not unkind, more like curiosity.

"Yes, you're choice in friends astounds me. On one hand your friends with young Avery who seems quite sensible." Grandfather states.

"Quite sensible indeed." Grandmother repeats.

"But on the other hand… I mean Gryffindors… really…" Grandfather adds.

Lucius Malfoy is a Slytherin above all other things. So when people here him say Gryffindor, they think he's just covering up for saying mudblood, or dirty blood, or some other stupid insult. I know his past proceeds him, but he's really not that guy anymore. At least not around me. I've never heard him say a bad word against anyone because of their blood. And considering I write of the Weasley's and Potter's all the time, he's had ample time to slip up. He only looks annoyed when I mention Gryffindor things in general.

I just smirk at him as always. In fact I think he does it purposely to make me smile.

"Oh Lucius, stop it. Besides, it's because of them that the truth is out." Grandmother says.

I gulp. While my father was here, my grandparents couldn't fully give me their opinion on everything that had transpired. I suppose they'll be doing so now.

"Yes. The truth indeed." Grandfather says.

I just wait, knowing there's more.

"As I'm sure you're aware, Draco doesn't want me to say anything that might upset you, but really all I want to know as a concerned grandfather is why?"

I'm not sure which, 'why?' he's asking about so I quirk an eye brow.

"I mean why now?" He reiterates.

Is that all? I swish my wand through the air and write-

'Because Al asked me.'

I see my grandmother seem to nod her head as if it all makes sense, which I don't understand, because that's really only the tip of the iceberg. But Grandfather's response is a lot more predictable.

"Al? Is he the first Potter son, or the second one? The odd one that spoke to us just now?"

I put up two fingers in reply.

"Ah… and you decided that you would answer him for once?"

I swish the wand and write-

'He had never asked me before.'

At this both of them look surprised.

"Not once? But you've been writing about him for ages now Scorpius, surely he's asked you at least once." grandmother quizzes.

I shake my head.

"Odd indeed. And so you showed him a vial of memories, and pretty much here we are?" Grandfather states.

This time it's my turn to be shocked as I nod in agreement. I expected him to question me for every detail.

"They are saying that you're fine. That there's no lasting damage."

I nod at his words.

"However…"

And I wait wondering if there's something no one told me.

"However… that is to say, you can… talk? You can speak?"

I breathe a sigh of relief that I'm not in bad health. And I look up at my grandfather's eyes and see… well I'm not sure but he looks like he's hoping for something almost.

"Yes… I can…" I say simply.

In more shocking developments, my grandmother gasps and bursts into tears. And I watch as my grandfather grips his cane after my words and closes his eyes in what looks to be relief, before pulling grandmother into a one armed hug.

"Oh Scorpius…" she says quite happily.

And she reaches out a hand to me, and I grab it. I want to say something else, but this is actually quite disconcerting to see, and I'm afraid she may cry more.

"It's okay Narcissa darling… it's okay…" Grand father states, looking far happier than I've ever seen him.

"But Lucius… he can talk… our grandson… he can talk…"

Even after the moment with my father when I first woke up, I was sure I understood how much it meant for people to hear my voice. But watching my grandparents, actually lose some of their composure over it, and I think I understand why everyone is so up in arms about me talking.

My mother didn't just stop me from talking. She stopped a lot more. She stopped my father and I from possibly having a normal relationship. Maybe not as fun filled as a day at the burrow, but it would've been great in its own right. She stopped me from maybe having grandparents that were more open to showing there feelings. And I can't even bare to think about how Hogwarts would have been different. Would I still be hated by my most of my house? Would people have still avoided me like they did? As if they were afraid my muteness would be catching?

My life could've been completely different…

But, before I could dwell on it any longer, Al and Rose poked their heads inside.

"Oh, we're sorry, we heard crying… we just wanted to make sure everything is ok." Rose said looking at my grandmother.

Before my grandfather could say anything I said-

"It's fine Rose."

She proceeded to gasp and nod dumbly- not a pretty look on her by the way. She ought to thank Merlin or Gryffindor that she's a genius.

"Ok, then we'll go back outside now." Al says.

Al quickly pulled Rose back out but not before smirking at me. As the door closes, I remember that I was thinking about a different life… I realize maybe I wouldn't want everything to be different… it might not include Al and I being best friends.

"You're quite attached to him aren't you?"

I look up at my grandmother's words, and see she's stopped crying, but is looking at me quite fondly.

"He's my best friend."

I see her give my grandfather a look, one he sees, and gets a bit tight lipped at. Again I'm curious about this as well.

"I mean really Scorpius… he acts as if he hasn't a care in the world. Always grinning… and his hair is atrocious..."

"Like his father's." Grandmother points out.

"And his father before that. It's really an unbecoming trait to pass down, you know?" Grandfather states.

I just smirk at the whole exchange between them.

"I suppose we could teach him some proper manners when the time comes." Grandmother states already looking more like her old self.

Though I'm curious as to what she means as well. When what times comes?

"Time that will probably be wasted dear. Though I suppose one gets used to it. Does he always appear so content to see people?" Grandfather asks.

And at this I actually laugh.

"So, he doesn't act that way?" Grandmother quizzes.

I swish my wand around and write-

"No, he's acting like that because he likes you two."

The surprise is evident for more than just a simple second.

"But why? We hardly know the boy." Grandmother remarks.

"He believes you've killed mum's parents." I answer.

Grandmother looks surprised by my words. But I see that grandfather looks suspicious.

"And that is a reason to be cheerful to us?" He asks.

"He hates them. You're killing them makes you quite popular in his standards."

"That's terrible…" she states.

Grandmother is not amused in the least, but I notice she doesn't actually look insulted. But I'm sure I saw grandfather smirk momentarily, before saying-

"Odd indeed."

And even though I usually I ignore all the crap people say about my family, I know it's based on truth. And I find myself asking-

"You… you didn't really kill them, did you?"

"Scorpius please, don't be silly…" Grandmother answers quickly.

Though she doesn't actually show any where near the seriousness that she usually displays when she needs to vouch for something. And nor did she outright deny it.

"I think," my grandfather starts, drawing attention to him, "That the better question is, how many other people believe as the youngest Potter? And are just as happy about it?"

And then he smirks, and I can't help but smirking as well. Of course father walks in just then.

"Mother… father… what a surprise. What's going on?" Father says looking annoyed.

"Draco dear, you're looking terrible." Grandmother states.

"I'm fine mother. What are you two doing here?" He asks looking more annoyed.

"We came to see our grandson of course." Grandfather states simply.

"But I told you-" Father starts.

"It's okay father."

He stops at my words- which he usually does when he isn't prepared for me to talk.

"I'm having a good time with them." I add.

I look at them with a smile, just to add to my point. Both of them nod with the famous Malfoy look of approval.

"Have you?" Father quizzes.

"Yes."

"Oh…"

There's an odd moment of quiet for a moment as everyone sort of looks around at each other.

"I…"

Everyone looks at me, and I suddenly feel a bit shy, but plow on with my thought anyways, determined to break the awkwardness-

"I… I caught the snitch against Gryffindor… in our first game…"

"Did you? I do believe that's a feat you're father never pulled off." Grandfather states with a smirk.

We all look at father for his response, and eventually he says-

"What? It's not my fault. I couldn't do it all by myself. The team back then was terrible." He replies.

And I can feel the tension finally melt away.

"Didn't your father by your whole team the newest brooms?"

"What? You never said that before father." I state.

"Because it obviously didn't make a bit of difference."

And for the next hour, I talked with my family. About Quidditch. About school. About my friends. About anything. And it was great… until grandmother brought up relationships.

"So… any relationships?"

I see both my father and grandfather immediately tense up.

"Oh…er… not really…"

And I feel as if now is the time to relapse back into my muteness.

Safe, safe, muteness.

"Come now Scorpius. You're quite handsome, then again what else would you be, you've inherited the classic Malfoy good looks. But there must be someone who's got your attention, right?" she asks.

"Mother-"

"Narcissa-"

"What? It's a grandmother's job to ask these questions."

And I can't even argue. The original Mrs. Weasley asks her grandchildren this without fail every time she sees them. It seems she thinks it's never too early to start thinking about your future Mr. or Mrs. Right, and the subsequent great grandchildren she'd get.

And I actually think to tell them the truth. About what happened with Al… but I don't think that'll make anyone happy and I like how happy we all seem.

"Well… there is someone… but it's really quite early to be thinking it's anything serious…" I admit.

I see all their faces look a bit surprised at my words, and the men quirk their eye brows.

"Really son? You never mentioned any one…" Father says.

"Well, like I said it's still early…"

I'm saved the trouble of having to say anything more by my Healer walking in with a happy smile on her face.

"Ah. The whole family is here. Splendid. They can escort you home."

I sit up ate her words.

"You mean he can go?"

"Whenever you're ready to take him. You just need to fill out some discharge papers."

"But I thought he needed to wait."

"While I would prefer to keep him, it's become quite clear the rest of this ward won't have a moment's peace through the holiday otherwise. So he can go."

I feel my father wrap his arms around me.

"Just don't over exert yourself, you hear?"

"Yes ma'am." I reply.

She's so startled that she drops her wand. I smirk.

I gather up my clothes while my father goes to sign me out. When I walk out of the room with my grandparents, Al is immediately there and is hugging me.

"Isn't it great score? Out two whole days early." He yells in my ear.

I can't help but smile. And then I remember the conversation the nurse has interrupted, and look at my grandparents.

"We shall meet you by reception desk, yes? While you say farewell's to your friends."

"Okay…"

"Good day children." Grandfather says as he passes my friends.

Everyone just nods. Except Al, who let's go of hugging me and actually walks quickly to catch them.

"Something you wish to say?" Grandfather asks.

"Well yeah… we've already invited Score and Mr. Malfoy… well the other Mr. Malfoy, his dad I mean, your son…"

And everyone laughs at his stumbling, while he turns red.

"Anyways, we've invited them to our house for New Year's, and I wanted to invite you two as well."

Though he doesn't say it loud, I can hear James exclamation of 'Blimey'. My own reaction is in the same category.

"An invitation?"

"Yeah. It's going to be great. There's tons of food, and music. And Uncle George keeps all of us kids entertained with tricks from his shop. And Uncle Ron keeps all the adults entertained with drinks. And when it's time to countdown we let off fireworks. It's a real blast."

While I can't think of anything else I'd rather be doing on New Year's eve (with addendum of a kiss with Al), I don't see my grandparents as those type of people.

"Yes, well as… a blast did you say?" Grandfather asks and Al nods, "Yes, well, while I haven't been to a blast in many years, I do believe Narcissa and I may already have a few prior events to attend."

"Oh…"

And I see that Al actually looks sadder. And for a moment, I wish my grandparents were more open people.

"However," and Al perks up at Grandfather's words "should the other events not be as 'fun filled' as this 'blast' you speak of, I see no reason why we couldn't at least stop by."

"Really?"

"Well of course. A quick stop on the rounds wouldn't hurt. At the very least it would give us a chance to see Scorpius."

"Great… yeah… and you won't be disappointed."

"If that is all, then?" Grandfather asks.

"Yup, that's it."

They nod and walk through the doors.

"What did you just do?" James asked.

"What? I invited the rest of Score's good family. This way everyone will have someone around them."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, Score will more than likely hang out with us kids. This way Mr. Malfoy can hang out with someone."

"And what are our parents?"

"Look, it's no secret that there all not buddy. I just wanted to make sure, okay?"

"I think, in the very least is good he made the offer."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean with Score's release no doubt his father and his grandparent's would want to bring in the new year with him. Now the chance still stands for all of them to do that. It's just up to them to partake in it."

"You've just forgotten one tiny thing."

"What?"

"Grandpa Weasley."

Ah. While the original Mr. Weasley is a kind old man, who works hard, and knows the value of a good spark plug (something I've been assured many times is important), there's no denying there's a bit of an edge to his voice at the mention of my grandfather. Something that used to happen quite often back when I first started hanging out with Al, courtesy of James, Parker, Freddie and Hugo to see how I would react.

From what I know, my grandfather and Al's grandfather once got into an actual scuffle. And not just anywhere, in Flourish and Bott's in the midst of a crowded book signing. I scoffed when I first heard the tale, but father admitted it was true. He also admitted he thinks grandfather came off on the worst end of it, but that I should never say that aloud around him if valued my bollocks.

"Well… er…" Al stuttered.

"Well, then I guess it'll just have to be the time to let bygones be bygones. Grandpa will just have to shake hand and deal with it. Besides it's at Al's house, he won't do anything to make Aunt Ginny upset."

It's also no secret that even now in his old age, their grandfather will do anything for his daughter.

"Yeah… what Rose said, James."

James only rolled his eyes and turned to me.

"It's been great visiting you Score."

And I'm seriously wary of his words and look around as if waiting for something to hit me.

"I'm serious."

"No he's not. In the midst of all this, Uncle Harry has forgotten James is punished." Gabe states.

"Shut your mouth Gabe. Way to ruin a moment between good mates." James said looking truly hurt.

Well, pretending as if he were truly hurt. Because there isn't a doubt in my mind that Gabe is right.

"Anyways. We're glad to see you up and about again. And we'll see you at the party." David adds.

"Okay." I say simply.

They all look at me.

"Say something else." James says eagerly. "Ow"

Rose has grabbed him by the ear.

"Yes, see you at the party Score. We'll be going now before James says anything else stupid."

And I watch her pull him away towards the Flooing stations, as David follows laughing.

"I guess I'll just follow them. See ya later Score." Gabe adds while giving us a look."

"Bye." I say.

When he's disappeared, I look at all to ask what these stupid looks are about but he beats me to it-

"Have you been getting that look a lot? It used to just be my dad, sometimes mum, but now I feel like it's everywhere."

"Yes. Earlier for a moment I though it had to do with my health."

"Weird hun?"

I nod. And then we're both just kind of looking at each other.

"Al…"

"Yeah Score?"

"The… the kiss…"

And I find, that again my muteness seems very favorable right now.

"Oh er… about that… I… um…"

He's blushing like mad, and his eyes keep darting away from mine every time we catch eye contact, and I find that the feeling to kiss him again is upon me.

So I do.

It's longer than the first kiss, which admittedly I did in a fit of unknown bravery, but still. And while with the first one, I hadn't the slightest idea how Al would react, but after everything we've been through I'm sure its quite safe to say he wasn't mad.

But this kiss, I purposely hold longer, so that I might be quite sure on another thing. Like that he enjoyed it. And when I get a response, his lips parting open to allow my tongue to ghost over his lips, I've got my answer.

We both pull apart quickly when we hear the sound of the door. But one look in that direction shows us no one. In fact the door isn't even moving. And I look at Al.

"Wow Score…" He says grinning.

And though it goes against every fiber of being a Malfoy, I'm sure I'm blushing instead of the usual paling.

"Score… you're blushing… you never blush…"

"Well I've never felt like that after kissing someone…" I admit.

"Let's be honest Score, you've never kissed anyone to compare it too."

"Prat." I say with a smirk.

And the next thing I know I'm shoving him in the arm, and he's shoving me back. And everything feels right still. Better than right even.

"Look I gotta catch up with my family, but I'll see you at the party. And I'll Floo you too."

"Right… at the party." I say while nodding.

And he grabs me into another hug, smiles at me, and walks away.

I can't wait until New Year's Eve.

Draco's POV

"Where's Scorpius?" I ask my parents after signing my sons checkout papers.

"Saying good bye to his little herd of friends."

"They're not cattle father. I don't think he would appreciate you referring to them as such either."

"The odd one," he says ignoring my words, "he's invited us to his house for New Year's Eve."

I know he's referring to Al without asking. While I read my sons letters and just assumed they were best friends, my father and mother seemed to work out that perhaps they would end up being a bit more than friendly. At first I thought it was absurd. But after a while it was impossible to ignore that they might be right. And like my father I wasn't thrilled with the thought of it. But my son's never been happier than when he hangs out with Al. And so I've made my peace with the whole thing. Besides, it seems as if neither boy realizes it. Maybe they never will.

"Quite unexpected, but it was kind." Mother adds.

"He's a kind kid. I'm not surprised. I guess after Harry's childhood, he's managed to impart upon his children how important it is for family to be together. And his name is Al father, it's not very hard."

"Yes well, you know how busy we are during that night."

"So I take it you declined then?"

"Not outright, I did manage to say that if our other events should not be worth staying at we might be able to attend for a second. If only to see Scorpius."

I'm actually surprised. From my father that's pretty much a yes.

"I do believe your growing soft father." I say smirking.

"Nonsense."

My mother and I trade quick smirks with each other.

"I'm sure he's had ample time to say his goodbyes. Our Manor awaits."

"Whatever you say."

I walk away and head back though the doors to Scorpius's room, upon pushing against the door, my eyes are met with an unexpected sight. But the door has made a noise and I pull back quickly holding the door in its place. When there's no steps towards the door, I assume that I wasn't seen. But I can't help but replay the scene in my mind.

My son was kissing his friend.

His boy friend.

No. I mean his friend that's a boy. The other way, makes me feel terribly light headed. In fact I find that I'm clutching the wall and breathing a bit hard.

"Are you alright sir?"

I open my eyes to see a nurse watching me concerned.

"Yes… fine. Just had a bit of… of news…"

She makes that all too familiar look those in the field of healing make when they have to deal with bad news.

"Oh, I understand. But in time, you'll feel-"

"No not that type of news. I'm fine though."

"Alright… but acting as if it hasn't happened, won't make it go away."

Though those words can apply to me, I still find myself rolling my eyes, and breathing a sigh.

"Yes. Thank you. I'll remember that. Good day." I say curtly.

She looks as if he she wants to say more, but Scorpius walks through the door.

"Good I was just coming to check on you."

He pales as if that's the last thing he would want.

"No need father. I'm ready."

I nod, and put my arm around his shoulder so we can walk. I look down to see him smiling.

"Why so happy?"

He doesn't answer quickly, but when he does he just says-

"Because everything is right."

"Everything, hun?"

"Yeah."

And he reaches up to mess up my hair, while moving from my grip while laughing. And I realize my son is still the same kid he's always been. Boy kisser or not. And I smile at him in return.

A/N- Yeah for their second kiss. Oops… Draco seeing it just happened spontaneously. Wasn't in the original plans at all.

And speaking of spontaneity, Freesia was so stunned by Harry in the first draft. Totally caught. But then an idea struck me, and so for now she's out and free. And sorry if the spelling and grammar are crap, my connection is acting wacky and nothing is moving how it's supposed too. Think of those karate flicks where there mouths move about 5 seconds after the words are said... vary annoying actually...

Get ready for New Year's next chapter. It's another long one. It should be up by the actual new years, but in case it isn't, Happy New Year to all.