Hello readers:) This chapter isn't too action packed. I wrote it during chemistry this past week.

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Dinner-Tuesday

Raise your hand if you're about to shag Hermione Granger! No one? Shame. Bloody shame, because I can't say that I am either. Why not, you ask. Well, let me tell you.

It started off with Chance Finnigan in Charms yesterday. Those two shouldn't even be in the same sentence. Unless it was "Chance Finnigan shouldn't be allowed to study Charms" or "Chance Finnigan wished he would have studied Charms, but didn't". But alas, the runt was in Granger's class when this whole mishap started. There I was teaching the significance of Toad Stool to a bunch of sixth years when in rushes Dean Thomas's little girl, exclaiming about an explosion. Of course, I was called upon because apparently having the title of Potion's Master means I actually have to help people even if I don't want to. So I grabbed ointment and creams and left one of the Slytherins in charge while I went to play good guy for a bunch of first years.

Granger classroom was a mess: Papers were all over, books were torn to shreds, and the contents of Granger's cabinets were either plastered on the wall or ceiling. James Potter was with his group of first years, my daughter along side him, laughing his butt off as Chance Finnigan who was in the center of the mess. It was like a little bubble had been around his feet when it happened because the ground around him was completely clear of debris. His eyebrows were singed off, though. His clothes were tattered and his hair was sticking straight up. I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing, so the legend lives on. But I was here for the handful of kids who were unlucky enough to be hit by the spell or the result of the spell he had attempted. Two Ravenclaws had slivers all over their hands and neck...not going to lie, it looked painful. A Slytherin boy's hand was on fire when I walked in but after I tore my gaze away from the splintered Ravenclaws, the kid was zipping his pants up and his hand was no longer on fire. Nasty. There was a group of girls huddled together who all looked like they were in need of some ointment.

Granger, though, wasn't worried about the things I noticed. She was hunched over a little red head.

"Finnigan," I snapped when the Weasel hadn't moved. "Don't just stand there, go fetch help. Take Thomas with you."

Chance nodded and sprinted out of the room with Thomas at his heels.

"If you weren't hurt by the spell stand in the hallway," The little first years seemed too happy about the arrangement. "But so help me Merlin, if I hear one peep out of you, you'll spend a night out in the Forbidden Forest without a chaperon. Do I make myself clear?" They all looked at each other and then to me. "Potter?"

"There's nothing in those woods, Professor." He said in a snarky way.

"I'll make sure it'll be the night that haunts your dreams."

"You should listen to him, James," Autumn patted his shoulder and they filed out. "He's really good at ruining lives."

Not even a month ago she worshipped the ground I walked on!

"Draco," Granger spoke up from her spot. I looked over at her. "Louis lost a tooth, be careful where you walk." I accioed the tooth and set the small thing on a relatively clean desk. "We were just reviewing levitation on books and I have no clue what Chance did but everything just turned chaotic. Louis was his partner." Gently she brushed a few strands of hair off of the boy's forehead.

"Is he alive?" I didn't think he was dead but it didn't hurt to ask.

"Yeah, he's got a pulse." She nodded. "But it still wouldn't hurt for someone to look over him. I mean, everything looks pretty serious."

Turns out everything was pretty serious. His left arm, left leg, right hand, and left scapula were broken. His left pinky was shattered. His jaw had been dislocated and, along with the break, his left leg had been popped out of the socket. He got immediate medical attention, but that didn't ensure his coming around. The bad news? Fleur was in a French hospital preparing to go into labor and her hound was with her. Charlie was in Romania, tied up with work. Percy was Merlin knows where doing Merlin knows what with Merlin knows who. No, he was probably at the Ministry doing errands for the Minister. The use of "Merlin" three times in one sentence is epic, I could not pass up the opportunity. The remaining twin was in a meeting that he could not be pulled away from. So who was left to come and make sure the kid was okay? Bingo was his name-o.

I glared at the Weasel as I walked in the Hospital Wing. It was my duty to give the ointments he needed to the nurse who had taken over Pomfrey's position for the time being. She was new, not the brightest like me, she just needed to be broken in a little. At the moment, though, she was tending to the Ravenclaws.

"Could you please start rubbing the ointment on his face," She squeaked as the female yelped in pain. "I won't be too much longer. Besides, I'm sure Mr. Weasley would love some company." She was being completely serious. She actually thought he and I would enjoy each others company.

"Malfoy." Weasley greeted curtly.

"Weasley." I nodded and took out a pair of gloves the new girl kept in the side drawer. "I stole a peak at his chart, the girl is going to administer all his bone regrowth to him while he's knocked out. It'll be less painful than waiting for him to wake up."

Weasel nodded slowly. "Will he be out long?"

"I doubt it." I shrugged and started putting the cream on. "I've seen prisoners beaten worse and they came around in a day or so."

I supposed that comment was slightly inappropriate, but the Weasel asked. I'm merely answering. "Was he in your class when it happened?"

Sorry to ruin your day, Weasel, "No, he was in 'Mione's class." I use the name 'Mione because it was what he called her when they were dating, it bugged him to no end hearing someone else call her it. "Seamus Finnigan's little boy seems to have the same knack for combustion as Seamus had." The Replacement came over and took out a long needle. I nearly had trouble hiding my discontent.

"Hermione's?" Weasel asked.

"Dad," Weasel and I looked up to see Jauclin walking in. Well, I never thought I'd see the day Jauclin would come and grace a first year Weasley with her presence. And hey, what'd you know, she has an entourage. Standing next to her was Geoffry Spinnet, I think his hand was on her arse. After them came the rest of the Delacour-Weasley clan, James, Autumn, and Teddy. Speaking of hand on arse, Victorie's left hand was nowhere to be seen either. Victorie was walking with Teddy, by the way. Huh, drama in Hogwarts just jumped to a new high.

"Uncle Ron!" The clan, James, and Teddy all started talking at once. It was a big mess.

Next to enter was Granger and Vienne. Vienne stared momentarily at Jauclin and Spinnet before catching Teddy's eye and doing some nonverbal conversation. Teddy shrugged and Vienne rolled her eyes. I'm not very fluent in nonverbal, but I think the gist of the conversation was "I can't believe you like that whore." "I know she's a whore but I love her." Well, no, it probably went nothing like that, but Jauclin was definitely the main topic. Granger stopped for a second to notice the new relationships Hogwarts that had spawned, but only for a second before she hesitantly made her way over to the Weasel.

"Ronald," She said. "McGonagall just spoke with Bill, and as soon as Fluer gives birth-" The clan erupted with excited squealing. Merlin forbid anyone care about the mangaled first year, apparently new baby is more important.

I stood awkwardly next to Louis as Granger and Weasel went out in the corridor to have a talk. Half the people in the room hated me, most of them loved tormenting me, and I hated the rest of them. Victorie let out an ungodly squeal and giggle after the half-breed whispered something in her ear; poor Teddy, he looked mortified at her action. The girl went for his hand but he countered her attack by faking a sneeze then excusing himself to find a wash basin. Clever dog. Victorie's normally giddy demeanor wavered. She looked at Dominique who rolled her eyes at her sister's all out girly girly attitude. Victorie whispered something in French, to which Dominique retorted back in French, which led to an argument in French, which drew in Vienne to try and settle the argument. It was quite amusing. And in French.

"Did he really break all these or is he just trying to get attention?" Potter asked as he poked one of the flimsy casts.

"Did your dad really have the Sorcerer's Stone first year or was he just trying to get attention?" I retorted, I didn't have to be nice to students. Snape wasn't, I'm merely carrying out a tradition. It was Potter thing.

That was the end of that, no sex. So now we're back to dinner on Tuesday.

"I think Spinnet and Jauclin are an item." Pansy was saying as Granger was saying: "Why on Earth would she call Ron, of all people?"

"Only Merlin knows what's going through her head." I answered the both of them as I stared at my plate.

Nagging bints. They were both screwing me over. Granger wasn't giving me sex. And Pansy is the reason my only male mate hates me. Bints.

"There are so many well-rounded Slytherins, Spinnet is just as bad as a Hufflepuff." Pansy complained.

"Actually," Granger nosed into mine and Pansy's conversation. "Geoff's dad is one of the rougher Drumstrang students. It was quite the scandal when his step-dad found out Geoff wasn't the son of the Gryffindor we thought."

I put my fork down, and I gave my complete attention to the nagging bints. No shit, Granger, of course it was scandalous...I made it such the scandal. Spinnet spread a nasty rumor my fifth year and it resulted in some serious lack of sexual intercourse for three months. She had the scandal coming. I mean, it really wasn't that big of a deal but with a few "anonymous" tips I gave Rita Skeeter all the lies she needed to make an interesting article. For instance; Katie Bell married Oliver Wood a few summers after Alicia got knocked up, according to Skeeter (and me) there was serious speculation that Wood might be the father because of his torrid love affair with Alicia. Now, I didn't ruin his marriage but the ladies sure did keep a close watch on their husbands when she was around. Oh, and then there was the hint that it might possibly be a Weasley kid, Skeeter reported that Alicia added a special formula to his bottle to keep his red roots from shining through. It took a long time to come up with that idea. Anyway, my point is that next time Spinnet would think twice before screwing with me and the South.

No, in all actuallity, I was mates with Geoff's father. I knew who it was, I knew when it happened, and why. I wouldn't spill, though. Alicia Spinnet left him high and dry, so as far as I'm concerned that bitch got exactly what she deserved. And the only reason Granger was telling the tale was because I told her when it all went down. It was when we were an item.

"Alicia Spinnet slept with a Drumstrang boy!" Pansy stared at Geoff Spinnet in awe. "Fuck. I tried all year to shag one." She slouched in her seat. "Fuck."

"Language, Pansy." Knox appeared.

"Incredible timing, mate." I said. Knox looked between the two girls and then told Pansy to take the seat next to Granger. Pansy stared at him for a moment then complied. "We were just talking about post-war Spinnet."

"The one who isn't sitting at the Slytherin table! Can you believe that?" Pansy stuffed pudding in her mouth. "Gryffindors sitting with Slytherins. Malfoys sitting with Potters. What the hell happened?"

"Evolution." Knox answered bitterly.

He sent a glance over to the Slytherin table where Geoff was sitting with Jauclin, Flint, a second year, a fifth year, and that Kaleb creep. They were all laughing and Jauclin was looking at Geoff, in a way I taught her to look if she wanted something. Three guesses as to what she wanted. The first two don't count. Then there was Little Knox. He was sitting as far away as possible with Rory Burke, Autumn, and James Potter. Autumn was patting his arm and offering him the plate of cookies that had been on her right hand side. Potter was breaking out into random fits of giggles and every once in a while he'd glance over to where Lupin was sitting with his clan and the newly acquired Victorie. Rory wasn't doing much, but I did see him whack Little Potter on the back of the head a time or two.

"So Alex just lost Jauclin to-"

"Shut up." Knox muttered.

"Keeping it in the family."

"Draco."

"I raised her to be such a whore."

He said nothing.

"A job well done, if you ask me."

He was glaring at me, I could feel the heat vision melting my skull.

I stood up and patted his shoulder, "McLaggen's got family affairs to attend to on Thursday, so Granger and I are going to hit Diagon Alley after dinner. Pansy'll be coming, but she'll be extra baggage. Feel free to join."

Granger followed me out of the Great Hall. We were just lacing fingers when a red-headed devil walked around the corner. He didn't see anything, but that still didn't stop the questions running through his head.

"You're dating Cormac McLaggen?" He asked with disgust. Maybe Weasley wasn't so bad. "Cormac McLaggen?"

"It's none of your concern who I date, Ronald." Granger snapped and started walking again. "What are you still doing here?" She added snippily.

Wealsey shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Bill isn't here yet. Besides, Louis is family, Hermione, and family doesn't give up on family." He spat. "Not that you'd know anything about that."

"He has a point." I said aloud.

"Draco!" She barked. I was only being honesty.

That was the last thing she said before McLaggen showed up and ruined what could have been a heated arguement leading into a heated shag. I was in need of both. But no. Thank you, you filthy, inept piece of rejected Gryffindor shit. I sneered at him. As did Weasley.

Advanced Potions with Seventh Years- Thursday

I hated McLaggen. Stupid McLaggen. Ruining everything. How in the hell was I supposed to get into Granger's panties if he was always there? I went by her room yesterday, after the kiddies went to bed, and the idiot was there already. I had to make up another lie. This time I said I was looking for Jauclin. He reminded me that she was probably doing round in the Hufflepuff area of the castle. I had to fake stupidity. Why wouldn't Granger just dump his sorry arse already? The two of them were driving me bonkers. It wasn't healthy for me, I was losing my normal luster. I ran my hand through my hair as the first few students came into the classroom. Flint was one of the first ones in. She was followed by Camden and Burke, both of whom found the back side of Flint rather interesting. I heard Some sixth year sent a nasty jinx at Flint's arse...I'm assuming that is what held the Slytherin and Gryffindor's undivided attention. Flint turned her back to me to glare at the two. Hello Beyonce.

I cleared my throat. "Miss Flint," She turned to face me. I almost felt sorry for her, but then I remembered who her dad was. "I'm sure if you pay a visit to Professor Granger things would simmer down." Flint burst into tears and fled the room. I didn't mean it in a mean way, I was completely serious.

Burke and Camden shared a grin and took their seats. Little Knox was the next kid to come in. A few of the kids who were already in the classroom sent a glance his way and then turned their heads to whatever they had been doing, not that they were paying attention to their work. Most of them were more interested in Little Knox. None of them dared to mess with him, though. You missed a lot since yesterday night, I'll fill you in the second he decks someone. I couldn't help but feel sorry for the kid, I even feel slightly sorry for the half-breed, they'd been through some tough times in the last tweleve hours. Even I didn't have it as rough as them and my father was a pain in the arse. Little Knox made it to my desk and handed me a slip that said "Intent to Drop".

"You're not dropping my class, Knox." I handed him back the slip.

"I don't need it." I put the slip on my desk. "It's not a required class."

This guy was an idiot, "I don't know what leaflet you've been reading, but Healer's need this class. And seeing as your path is Healing you won't be dropping my class."

"I don't want to be a Healer any more."

"Oh really?" I asked. He nodded. "Then what are you planning to do?"

"My parents are good friends with the Head of the Magical Council and All Things Related over in Mozambique, I can get a job working for him."

"Do you even know where Mozambique is? Or how to speak the language?"

Little Knox paused and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, he reminded me of Weasley. "No, but I can learn."

"Sit down, Mr. Knox." I tore the slip in half.

I had a new found respect for my daughter, who'd have thought heart-breaking was one of her many talents. Not even I had girls switching from classes just so they wouldn't have to be around me. Normally they switched into whatever class they could with me, you know, to prove they were worthy of me. I nodded, yeah, she was one hell of a girl. It was times like this I was proud to call her my daughter. She was the reason I reproduced. Well, not really. She was an accident.

Vienne walked in next. She was giggling about something with Veronica Reese. Veronica was a Ravenclaw, she was a Prefect and head of her House's Wizard's Chess team. She was dating Hufflepuff's most eligible bachelor, so I guess he isn't a bachelor anymore? I'm not too sure how those things work anymore. When I was in school a fetish was licking feet, now they have so many different types. It's crazy to think that people actually do those things, for instance I read that...well, never mind, I'd rather not. Anyway, back to the Ravenclaw, she was dating a Hufflepuff. Two years ago they started this celibacy club for anyone who had morals or wanted to try and shag a virgin, the last part wasn't in the booklet but Kaleb Cronnick wasn't in the club to feel morally sound. My point is that since they started dating they haven't been wearing their celibacy necklaces. See, professors know just as much gossip as the students do. It makes me wonder what the professors heard about me when I was in school. Other than DE's kid.

"See you later, Teddy!" I winced at the sound of her voice.

The half-breed held the bridge of his nose as he came through the door. Victorie Weasley was standing just outside the door, watching the half-breed until he took his seat. And even after that she still stared at him, I knew he could feel her eyes burning a hole in his head. He glanced up at me and then looked over his shoulder and gave Victorie a small wave. The bint squealed and took off running. Oh the low conditions men will sink to. He was only giving the Weasel his attention because of Jauclin. That's how I knew they were doing a little more than research. He shouldn't have cared if Jauclin was with Spinnet. But this whole thing with Victorie, it lets me know that he's trying to fill the vacuous space in his heart that had, at one point, been rented out the girl walking into the classroom.

Jauclin was holding hands with Spinnet as the two stayed at the back of the classroom. All hands were clearly visible. He was a gentleman, he held her hand in his right and her back sack in his left while his was thrown over his back. Hell, I wouldn't even do it now if Granger asked me. She had two hands, she was perfectly capable of carrying her own damn things. And another thing I approved of was his celebacy necklace, it was still hanging around his neck. Jauclin wasn't wearing one, there's a shocker, but if you didn't know that by now you must have missed the whole part about my daughter being a whore. I mean, only whores want to go on the Potion, right? Of course I'm right, that's the way it was back then and things like that don't change. Society and traditions can change, but sex will remain the same.

She looked happy, though. But then again, everyone looks happy on their first week as an official couple. Give it another week and Geoff's emotions would be painted all over his face. First of all he'd take into account her past relationships and how well they've worked out. Kaleb Cronnick: Three weeks in her fourth year. Rory Burke: The first long-term one, lasting nine months during their fifth year. Then there was Larry Longhorn: It lasted two weeks the day after she dumped Rory. Travis Minglai: A month before he graduated in her fifth year. Then there was her sexual relations (I told you, professors hear everything): Camden, Pinkelmore, Crandy, and Long. She was, and I'm sure she still is, sexual promiscuous. I cringed, I raised her to be that way. Oh Merlin. Moving back to her relationships, she was single most of last year, that's where her conquests came in. This past summer she talked with Little Knox a lot, their relationship lasted like what? Two weeks?

Back to Geoff: he would also take into account her realtionship with Teddy. They lived together. That's all he needed to know. His mind would go beserk with worry once he put account one and two together. My money's on self-combustion. It isn't healthy to over analyze a situation, and I can tell you Spinnet will.

The bell rang.

"You lot are at the top." I said as the students took their seats. "The First and Second Years look up to you like you guys are some sort of god's or something." They looked around at each other, beaming. Not Knox, though, he was sulking. "In less then a year most of you will be apartment hunting, job hunting, and searching for a partner." They chuckled. Minus the Sulker, he sulked. "So it's high time you lot grew up." Now they were silent.

"Pennifold," I called him out. "What do you want to do with your life?"

"Me?" He asked looking around the class.

"Yes, Pennifold, you." I snapped.

"Well, professor," He paused. "I have connections with the Head of Magical Maladies at the Ministry so I was planning on doing an internship there for a while until I get settled and, like you said, start job hunting."

"Great," I said. "So that's pretty much set it stone?" He nodded. "You don't plan on changing courses because of a girl?"

Knox's head went on his desk and poor Pennifold shared a glance with Teddy and then back at the girls behind him.

"Ackley is gay, professor." Jauclin answered for him, her tone was bitter.

"Oh." Didn't I feel like a fool.

"And anyone who would change careers just because of a girl or a boy obviously has some issues to work out." She added.

"Maybe anyone can't stand to see this boy or girl's face without cringing in disgust." Knox recoiled.

Oh goodie, drama.

"Maybe anyone should grow a set." Jauclin spat.

"Jauclin!" I barked. I was secretly rooting her on, though.

"I'm just saying," She mutter and slouched in her chair. "You said we needed to start acting like adults. Well, in the real world people's feelings get hurt all the time. It's a part of life, so we pick ourselves up and get right back in the game. It's a dog-eat-dog world out there and if you're going to let your emotions get the better of you, you're obviously not cut out for it. It's time to grow up."

Well played, Miss Malfoy, well played.

"Alright, Malfoy, let's hear your future."

Jauclin smirked, "I'm going to graduate Hogwarts and get an internship with the Head of Herbology in the Spanish institute in Catalan. After that I'll come back here and shadow Professor Longbotom for a few years, and then I'll be ready for the Ministry."

"Do you know how many Herbologist applicants apply for a position at the ministry a month?" I asked her.

"Two thousand applicants of all ages apply from all around the world."

"And how many get accepted?"

Jauclin paused to glare at me. "Five percent."

"And of that five percent how many actually get to work in the field or in a lab?"

Her glared deepened. "I don't know, but I'm sure you'll be delighted to tell."

"Two percent." I said. "Out of two thousand applications, only two are selected. And being one of those two doesn't even mean you'll become successful. One mess up and the Ministry will kick you out. One mistake. What makes you so sure that you won't be one of those applicants in the first ninety-five percent?"

"Only the best of the best get accepted into a Ministry program." Knox said rudely.

"I am the best." Jauclin replied haughtily with a smirk.

Knox snorted as the rest of the class snickered. Not a rude snicker, they were snickering at the bantering going on between Jauclin and Alex.

"Perfect," I grabbed my wand. "Since you all seem so confident in your future," I tapped my wand on the desk and a stacks of papers and booklets levitated between the aisles. "Let's hope the Ministry agrees with your choice of study. They're due on my desk by the end of the day. If you're serious about your future, I'd highly recommend putting some effort into this. You have independent study for the remaining time."A few of them cracked open the booklets but most of them talked.

It disappointed me that the majority of the ones working were Hufflepuffs. Hogwarts' best and brightest students were Chatty Cathy's. Dear Merlin, save us.

Someone banged on my door, but before I could get up to answer it a little blond slipped into the room. She was holding up a detention slip.

"Daddy," Autumn said as she approached my desk. A few of the students working on their tests hushed her. "Daddy," She repeated when she was standing behind the desk with me. "Hagrid gave me a detention." She put the little paper on my desk.

"Dad," Now Jauclin was standing in front of my desk. I looked up at her. "How is Louis doing?" Autumn frowned up at her older sister.

"He's perfectly fine. Pomfrey says he'll wake up sometime today." I said as I walked towards my office, the two followed.

Instead of commenting back Jauclin turned around and gave Geoff two thumbs up with a big, cheesy smile. Okay...

"I didn't realize you cared so much." Autumn told her.

The second she shut my office door: "Do you know how insanely hard it is to mock empathy?" She burst. "Seriously, I'm Jauclin Malfoy, I'm about as apathetic as they come. Why should I care if some little first year is in the Hospital Ward? He has nothing to do with me. And you just said he's fine! Fine is normal, fine is nothing to get worked up about. I mean, when you were my age would you have cared if some first year Gryffindor landed himself in the Hospital Ward?"

"No." I muttered.

"I didn't do anything to Hagrid!" Autumn barked. "I've been nothing but respectable to him and his joke of a class. Why do I need to know how to tend to magical animals. I live in an apartment with my mum and a cat. There are hardly any Horned-nose Salamanders crawling around looking for Bare-back Toads. I don't even like animals!"

"Geoff is ridiculous." Jauclin rolled her eyes after listening to Autumn.

"Then why are you with him?" Autumn asked.

"Because I really like him."

"I thought you liked Teddy."

"I told you about Teddy." I looked between the two of them. Autumn knew something I didn't? Remind me to bribe her later.

"Knox?" I forced myself back into the conversation.

"Just a friend." Autumn answered for her sister.

"You are a whore." I told Jauclin.

"I am what you raised me to be." She smirked.

"What did you do to get the detention?" I turned to Autumn.

She paused, smirked, and shifted her weight evenly, "He had that stupid dog out with us today, and James and I were working on our journals and that thing comes up and slobs all over my best robes. The ones that you bought." She got dog slob on those robes? They cost me more than her books! "Anyway, Hagrid had the Nifflers in cages by our work station so I unlocked the lock with my wand and his dog ate half of them." She acted like it was no big deal. She had to be lying, right? Right?

"You killed Hagrid's Nifflers?" I stared at her. She was going to grow up to be a serial killer.

"No, the dog did. And only half of them."

"You murdered Nifflers?" Jauclin was appalled.

"Animals don't get murdered."

Talk about not judging a book by its cover.

"I just wanted to teach Hagrid a lesson."

"What? Don't keep a slobbering dog?" I was slightly afraid to look at Autumn.

"No," Autumn shook her head. "Don't mess with me."

"I'm the sister of a murderer." Jauclin gave a nervous laugh.

"It's not like killing them was that big of a deal. He was only breeding those ones so his Advanced Seventh years could dissect them. They're the bad ones of the litter." She explained as if she was trying to justify her actions.

"Oh Merlin." Jauclin muttered.

"You'll serve that detention." I nodded to the paper. "Be grateful he isn't taking you to court."

Jauclin left once the bell rang.

"I didn't get a detention for killing Nifflers." Autumn confessed. I glanced down at her. What was it with my girls and lying? "I love animals. I can't even kill a bug."

"You lied?"

Autumn ranted for a minute or two about how everyone in her classes has been calling her sister a whore, and they've been spreading nasty rumors about why Jauclin and Geoff are together. And Autumn said she new that some of them might be true, but none of those kids had the right to talk about Jauclin the way they did. I had a new found respect for my youngest. Autumn went on to say that half the kids didn't even know one true thing about Jauclin, yet still thought her business was their business.

"They don't even know what it's like being a kid of separated parents, and they act like they know all there is to know about Jauclin. Her love life will be messed up from now until a long time from now when she realizes what a good relationship is."

I didn't let Autumn know it, but I guess I did feel sort of bad for Jauclin. Kids learn what a relationship is from the example their parents set. And, let's face it, Granger and I hardly set the example our girls needed to be following. I'M not the perfect example to be following. I suppose that could be a factor towards Jauclin's whore-i-ness.

"Cecile Hirzel was talking like that in Hagrid's class today, so I got up, walked up to her, asked her for a quill, and when she bent down to get it from her bag I kneed her in the nose and elbowed her back."

"Was it really worth it?" I asked.

"I broke her nose and badly bruised her shoulder blade."

I smiled and kissed the top of her head, "That's my girl!"

Okay, if anyone got confused: Autumn lied about killing the Nifflers. She got the detention for beating up a girl in her class.

So I debating whether or not I should bring and original character back or make my own up, because I'm short one character to even out the couples. Anyway, I have a really good idea about what I want to go down next chapter, which probably won't be up til mid-June. Exams are coming up so I really need to crack open the books.

I hoped you liked the chapter and the length, I worked hard on it.

My question for you: What do you think happened between Jauclin, Alex, and Teddy on Wednesday night?