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"Lucy, I'm home," the face spoke.

"Now come here and give your daddy a hug," he continued.

Grudgingly, I stepped up to him and embraced him quickly, letting go as soon as possible.

I stepped back, to scrutinise his new appearance. His earlier beard had been trimmed to a mustard moustache, and he wore a plaid suit. He had evidently just come back form his business flight.

"I'll be home for tonight; I leave early tomorrow morning, but after a few weeks I'll be back," he said curtly, no trace of emotion in his voice, "Don't disturb me,"

And with those "loving" remarks, he went straight to his study. I huffed, resigned to my fate, and went to my room. I had a lot to do.

"But Erza, if we have Lucy read the book, and find out all the secret magic stuff, then they can't get the reward!" argued Natsu, "How will they survive without load and load of money?!"

"Natsu, I've told you over and over again, it's not about the money. That should never be a problem for our characters. They're professional wizards, I'm sure they'll find a way to make a living somehow," responded Erza, "Besides, I'm sure Macao wouldn't mind lending them some money after the saved him earlier,"

"True," Natsu conceded reluctantly.

I opened my mouth to speak, hoping to suggest a new idea, when I heard the footsteps of my father, heading towards my door.

"Shh guys," I squeaked desperately, minimising my skype and a pulling up a web page on calculus. My door swung open as my father entered.

"Lucy, what are you doing?" he asked, "I've been hearing talking, was it you?"

I shook my head vigorously, maybe a little too vigorously.

"You know I don't condone talking to your friends this late at night," he followed, staring intently at me, searching for a sign of falseness. Luckily he found none, and telling me to go to bed, he left.

I opened up my skype, quickly conveyed this message to them, and lay flat out on my bed.

The next week was a blur. Day after day I drew, new scenes, new characters, some fictional, some real. Almost every night, Erza, Natsu and I would talk. We drafted, re-drafted, even re-re-drafted. It had to be perfect. And when the next deadline came around we were more than ready.

"Here you go!" I said excitedly, as I passed the pages to the principal, "What do you think?"

We waited anxiously, the tension building, before Mr Makarov beamed at us.

"Pupils, you've done it again! This'll definitely be in the next issue of the magazine!"

We all breathed a deep breath of relief; we'd all been terrified of making Mrs Strauss look bad.

Tomorrow Night at Mrs Strauss's House

"Hey Mira! What's going on over there; you've been stuck reading that thing for ages already! What even is it?" asked Laxus, Mirajane Strauss's husband.

"It's just a manga that some of my students created. It's really good though, that's why it's in the school newspaper," she replied.

"Hey, let me have a look," he said, his interest piqued. She handed him the first edition. A few minutes later, Laxus looked up from the newspaper he had previously been engrossed in.

"Hey Mira," he said, his tone low, "This is . . . really good. Like really good. This is the standard of the artists I employ,"

"You're not thinking . . " she replied, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Not yet," her husband replied, "But please do keep me up to date with them. If they continue producing work like this, just the . . three of them . . then a contract is definitely and option. Don't o saying anything to them though, I don't want to get their hopes up,"

That night, Mirajane had trouble sleeping. She wanted the best for Lucy, but she knew her father all too well from the last parents evening. She shuddered, just thinking of the memory.

"Art is just a useless subject, I don't need to hear from you," she remembered his scornful words. That night it had been hard for her to stop Laxus from marching straight to Lucy's house.

Although she tossed and turned, it took her hours to get to sleep.

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