Chapter Fourteen: Jealous

Disclaimed.

Here it goes! Enjoy! Drabble at the end!

Keena's Point of View:

"How strong are the silencing wards currently in place on your quarters?" Dumbledore asked when the Gray Lady and I reentered the living room. He was sitting in the big chair that resided next to our couch and Sirius was standing by the fire, watching me enter with the ghost.

"Not strong enough," Sirius replied, shooting a blast at the fire, allowing it to re-ignite with full force. "We heard you knocking,"

"My apologies," he didn't look apologetic.

I rolled my eyes and sat down heavily on the couch, crossing my legs and folding my arms as I stared at the headmaster, waiting for him to explain as soon as he finished replacing our wards. "A privacy shield mist might do well," I suggested quietly. "I've looked and Mad-Eye's eye should be clouded by it if it's done right and considering you've got the castle's magic on your side as well it shouldn't be too difficult."

He nodded and raised his wand once more and a shimmering curtain of gold showered out of his wand and hung in the air, reflecting from the light of the candles and fire to the point that it was a constant glow no matter where you looked. "Now, onto business; Sirius, Keena, I introduce to you the Gray Lady, ghost of Ravenclaw House." Her nearly transparent outline curtsied and I bowed my head in reply as Sirius, who was still standing, gave her a proper, pure-blood taught bow.

"What news do you have for us, fair lady?" Sirius asked, taking a seat beside me. His formality was odd, but I figured he was just trying to speed things up. The ghosts generally appreciated being treated in whatever mannerisms had suited their day and if her curtsy was anything to go by, she expected almost royal treatment.

"Professor Dumbledore has told me that there is some interest in objects owned once by Rowena Ravenclaw," she replied, almost stiffly. "I am here to tell you of her lost diadem,"

Kailey's Point of View:

"Can we please cut class? Just this once?" I begged Friday morning. "I swear, I'll never ever ask again, and we can say we were practicing your summoning charm, Harry, and that we lost track of time,"

There had been a rather loud explosion of noise yesterday and it was followed quickly by everyone in the school gathering around the corridor in which Dumbledore's office resided. I'd had a nasty feeling as to who was making the racket and had taken the precaution of standing behind Fred and George, both of whom easily hid my smaller frame. When the gargoyle had bounded out of the way (across the hallway as a matter of fact) it left no doubt in my mind that my dad had just learned about what I had done and how short my punishment would be.

He'd come out like a bat out of Hell and began docking points the moment he saw a Gryffindor student. I nudged Fred who had in response stepped so close to George that they looked like Siamese twins and Snape, noticing the movement, took points from them for having "Obnoxiously bright orange hair that clashes horribly with their gangly height, freckles and House colors." I'd gotten backed into a wall when he had chosen to storm past us as Fred and George kept me concealed.

"What's got his knickers in a twist?" Fred had asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Surely it wasn't our sweet Kailey," George had feigned a look of shock.

"By George! To even suggest such a thing!"

"I know, 'tis unbelievably,"

"Horrendously,"

"Indisputably,"

"The strangest,"

"Oddest,"

"Most unlikely,"

"Thing to ever take place!"

"I got into a fight with Malfoy, got a hold of his wand and used it along with my own to blast a crater into the ground after Care of Magical Creatures," I had explained, while Hermione had rolled her eyes at their antics and Harry had fended off a Creevy boy and a piece of parchment.

The twins had stared for a moment before laughing aloud, telling me I should've done it sooner.

"We can't cut class, your dad would be furious!" Hermione replied, bringing me back to the present, which currently consisted of dungeon halls and a cold, stagnant air.

"He's always furious," I muttered in retort without any real energy. Skipping anything but Divination was just short of illegal in Hermione's book after all. "But I really don't want to see him yet,"

"I'd wager he doesn't want to see you either, Snape,"

I looked up with a glare at Malfoy, realizing we had ended up right outside the Potions room with the rest of the class. I noticed the badges on their cloaks and rolled my eyes, turning to face Hermione and Harry.

"What? No explosive threats this time?"

"Malfoy, you truly are one of a kind," I replied sarcastically, mentally counting in my head. It wouldn't do to attack him outside a potions room, Merlin knows what goes on during upper year classes.

"Being pure-blood isn't nearly as rare as being what you are is," he replied, standing just slightly behind Crabbe and Goyle.

"Shove off, Malfoy," Harry growled, taking a hold of my wand arm and moving to stand in front of me.

"And what'll you do if I don't, Potter? Go crying to your godmother?"

"You had just better hope it's my godmother that I'd tell," Harry threatened. "You're dad could probably tell you better than I can how fast my godfather is with a wand,"

Malfoy's face twisted in anger and his wand was out and pointing at Harry at the same second Harry's was pointed at him. "What's this, Potter? Are you going to fight for yourself this time or let your stupid girlfriend fight for you again?"

I let Harry shove me behind him as he shouted out "Furnunculus!" a blast of white light shooting at Malfoy's red beam of "Densaugeo!" The jets of light bounded off one another and Harry and I both ducked in time for Malfoy's curse to hit Hermione full in the face.

"Hermione!" Ron cried, rushing forward with the other Gryffindors as the Slytherins huddled around Goyle. She had her hands covering her mouth as I tried to pry them away. "Stop, Kailey, you've done enough," Ron growled. I froze and turned to stare at him, though he wasn't looking at me.

I dropped my hands and let Ron pry hers away, revealing her rapidly growing teeth. I took out my wand and looked at her. "I'm going to make them stop growing, alright?"

She nodded frantically as her teeth began reaching her chin.

"Impedimenta," I muttered and her teeth halted all movement just at her chin. She immediately covered them up, looking terrified. "Don't worry, Pomfrey will have you patched up in no time," I whispered with a slight grin. She tilted her head, but looked less frightened.

"What is going on down here?"

The Slytherins and Gryffindors immediately began shouting their respective sides of the story to the point that no one could understand anything. Snape ended up calling for silence, which immediately fell upon the group, everyone remembering yesterday's episode.

"Mr. Malfoy, explain," he snapped, his back facing me and the others.

"We were just waiting down here for class to begin, sir, when Potter decided to attack! He hit Goyle, look, sir!" he said, his voice whining as he gestured to his bulking thug. Goyle's face was covered in gray-green boils that made it appear as though he were covered in lichen.

Snape peered at his student's disfigured face before nodding his head and saying, "Hospital wing, Goyle," The hulking Slytherin meandered off towards the stairs, Crabbe leading him along the way in case the spreading fungus covered his vision.

"Sir that is not what happened," Harry said when I failed to move. Snape stiffened, but turned to face Harry all the same. "Malfoy and I were having an argument and we attacked each other at the same time, look at Hermione," he said as Ron dragged her forward, forcing her to reveal her teeth.

The Slytherin girls laughed loudly and I glared at Pansy Parkinson, who should consider herself extremely lucky that my wand was safely in my pocket. Snape sneered at Hermione for a moment, seeming to consider before he glanced at me. My glare faded and was quickly replaced by a pleading expression for Hermione's sake. He inclined his head. "To the hospital wing then, Ms. Granger, Ms. Macauley will escort you,"

She nodded gratefully and I blew out the breathe I realized I had been holding only to find my breath hitching when I realized what he had called me. I quickly gulped in a deep breath of air and grabbed Hermione's arm, tugging her away with me so that my emotions wouldn't betray me. I didn't really notice the yelling behind us which seemed faint behind the thudding in my ears.

Hermione gave a gentle tug on my arm and I looked back at her, my vision growing fuzzy, to see her giving me a look of pity. That only made the tears spill over.

We finally made it to the Hospital Wing to find Crabbe exiting and Goyle lying down in a bed as Pomfrey drew the curtains. I led Hermione over to the bed next to the one I usually claimed and she sat down, not bothering to say anything as she pulled me into a hug.

"And what do we have here?" Madame Pomfrey asked and I pulled out of Hermione's grip, wiping the tears from my face. "Ms. Snape, would you please explain,"

I took a shaky breath before beginning. "Hermione got hit in the crossfire, just like Goyle. She needs you to shrink her teeth back down to a normal size,"

"Alright then, let's have a look," Pomfrey smiled choosing to ignore my tears for the moment, summoning a small mirror from her office. "Just tell me when they're normal again,"

Hermione nodded, a weak grin displaying itself as her teeth began to shrink. Moments later they were back to normal, though she allowed Pomfrey to carry on an extra half second, making her teeth average sized. She grinned widely in the mirror before her face fell as she looked up at me and I sighed.

"Kailey, I'm sure he didn't—"

"The hell he didn't," I muttered earning myself a raised eyebrow from Pomfrey as she took the mirror from Hermione before heading to her office to put it away. "You saw how angry he was the other day," I added. "He was just glad to get me out of his non-shampooed hair for another week,"

"Ms. Snape," Pomfrey called from her office.

"Great," I grumbled rolling my eyes. "Now I'm in trouble,"

"Ms. Snape you're needed by the headmaster at once,"

I felt my eyes grow wide at that. "For stating the fact that my dad seems unable to grasp the concept of shampoo?" I asked her when she came back into view.

"Whatever are you talking about?" she asked, though her hands were suddenly placed at her hips.

"Nothing," I squeaked before gulping to clear my throat. "What does the headmaster want?"

"I expect he'll let you know when you arrive," she replied briskly. "Ms. Granger, where is it you think you are going?" she added when Hermione stood up.

"That's my cue," I grinned, nearly sprinting for the door.

Turns out Dumbledore was coming out of his office when I arrived. I was about to ask when I noticed he was being followed by Mr. Ollivander. I felt my wand in my pocket a bit nervously only too well aware that the last time I had cleaned it was the day before we had returned to Hogwarts.

"Ms. Snape," I did my best not to flinch as Dumbledore called out my name. "I see Madame Pomfrey let you out of the Hospital Wing without much fuss,"

I laughed a little. "I was only an escort, sir," I grinned.

He raised an eyebrow. "Should I bother to ask?"

"Malfoy and Harry, sir," I answered. "Though neither was hurt, actually they both missed and hit Goyle and Hermione instead," I shrugged.

"I trust there was no excess of violent power this time?"

I blushed and looked at my feet. "No sir,"

"Ah, so you're the one Albus was telling me about," Mr. Ollivander smiled, his smokey gray eyes smoldering. "So you managed to harness the power of two wands simultaneously with no backlash on your part? Impressive…though it's hardly surprising you do have a unicorn hair inside of that eight and a half inch maple. Yes, unicorn hair is quite powerful indeed when used by the right witch. Wizards have a much harder time using that amount of power with unicorn hair,"

"Um…thank you, sir," I muttered, not sure if it was a compliment but he nodded all the same.

Neither one said much more until we reached the classroom where everyone but Harry and Rita Skeeter where waiting for us. I could barely stop myself from rolling my eyes as Dumbledore looked at me questioningly.

"You may just want to break her quill now, damn thing thinks the same way she does," I suggested, heading for the closet.

I opened the door to find Harry squishing himself as far from Skeeter as possible while she leaned towards him on an upturned bucket. I folded my arms and raised an eyebrow at the two of them while Dumbledore chuckled from behind me, though he quickly turned it into a cough.

"You gonna join us sometime in the near future, Harry?" I asked, completely ignoring the blonde witch in front of me. He scrambled out of the closet as quickly as he could, taking care not to touch the reporter or her quill. Without thinking about it, I shut the door behind him and turned to face everyone else and smirked at the relief that was obvious on everyone's face, including the photographer. "So, what happens now?"

Dumbledore chuckled as he led us back into the room and took his place at the center of the velvet covered judging table while Harry and I sat down beside Cedric and the other champions. Moments later, a flustered Rita Skeeter came back into the room, huffing and her quill zooming as she watched the proceedings, the photographer polishing his lens.

Ollivander inspected the wands carefully, commending Cedric for taking such good care of his wand at one point. I noticed Harry fidgeting after that was said and glanced down to see him rubbing his wand in his robes vigorously. I tried to contain a grin at this and grabbed his hand to make him stop. He froze and let me pull his hand out of the knot of robes and away from his wand as I leaned closer to whisper "its fine," in his ear. I looked up at him and noticed he was smiling a bit. He didn't let go of my hand until it was his turn to go.

Dumbledore attempted to release us as soon as Ollivander had finished but Rita Skeeter (mental eye roll) leapt forward crying "Pictures, everybody, pictures!"

It took us quite some time before anybody was willing to suggest that maybe Madame Maxime should sit down for the photograph, in fact she had to suggest it herself. Krum wedged himself in the back corner of the picture; Karkaroff was constantly trying to pull him further into the spotlight. Cedric stood opposite from Krum, beside Dumbledore, though he wasn't constantly trying to get out of the camera's line of sight. I ended up standing just barely to the left of Dumbledore and to the right of Madame Maxime and all of us watched as Fleur and Harry kept switching places. Finally, Harry stood next to me and diagonal from Cedric while Fleur stood diagonal from Krum and next to her headmistress.

I laughed to myself thinking of how our positions wouldn't end up mattering in the pictures, we'd all move to wherever we wanted to be. I had a sneaking suspicion that the picture of Karkaroff would be chasing the picture of Krum for quite some time.

"Alright, let's do some individual shots," the photographer sighed, clearly not wanting to take anymore pictures at this point. "Ms. Delacour, let's have you first," he added before Skeeter could call out Harry's name. First he had her sit, and then he had her stand. At some point she ended up leaning against the wall next to the window because the light was 'phenomenally better when it was completely natural'.

Krum refused to do anything but stand with his arms crossed but that seemed to work for the photographer who appeared to have an image in mind that included Krum's moodiness. Cedric, Harry and I all went together for a few shots with me feeling obnoxiously short in the middle before Cedric took a turn followed by Harry. Cedric went by himself next followed by me. I ended up in a curiously similar position as Fleur had though when I realized this I rolled my eyes and brought a hand to my hip, leaving my other arm on the windowsill, only to blink in surprise as another round of flashes went off. Harry went last and I was getting anxious to leave before my stomach started grumbling. Finally the photographer announced he was finished. There was a collective sigh amongst the teenagers in the room.

"Wait, wait," Rita cried again, coming forward. "Shouldn't you get a few of Harry and Ms…Snap together?"

"Snape," I corrected, using the tone of voice my dad was best known for around the school. She didn't even flinch.

"Yes, yes, Snape," she said distractedly. "They are competing as one, are they not?" she added looking at the annoyed judges. Dumbledore nodded and she clapped her hands. "Lovely,"

This time I couldn't stop from rolling my eyes.

Keena's Point of View:

"Oh for the love of Merlin," Sirius grumbled at the Daily Prophet when it arrived Saturday morning. I gave a great sigh and shook my head. "She's really gone off it this time," he warned me. "I swear, I'm going to go and tear that damned quill to bits,"

"Do I even want to know?" I asked rubbing my neck as I glanced up at Harry, Hermione and Kailey at the Gryffindor table. They were leaning over their own copy of the Prophet. Hermione looked shocked, Harry looked mortified and Kailey looked…well, she looked like she could blast another crater into the ground. Or into the floor of the Great Hall.

"It's all a load of dragon dung. Oh, look here, it says:

'Despite having his godparents back, young Harry admits to the deep emotional scars that the three of them still face. 'What with my aunt's constant struggle to stay sober and Sirius' struggle to remain sane, we all still feel the constant pain over the loss of my parents…I often cry at night about them.' This reporter, however, happily discovers that our young hero has found love to comfort him in the form of Kailey Snape, daughter of the Hogwarts Potions Master. Ms. Snape, one source says, is always with Harry. There are rumors saying that the two of them shared a bedroom over the summer holidays. Perhaps this sheds some light over the double entry between the two young lovers, one can only hope that Ms. Snape does not follow in the footsteps of her parents, her father an 'ex'-Death Eater and her mother a prostitute…'

Blimey, that explains the look on her face," Sirius interrupted himself, looking up at the table. I pulled the paper closer to me and shook it out to get a better look at the rest of it.

There was a miniscule piece on the tournament (the date of the first task was incorrect) with a picture of the judges and champions taking up most of the space. Above the article about Harry were two large pictures. One of Kailey leaning against a window and rolling her eyes before smirking and the other of Harry who was standing on the other side of the same window, flattening his bangs every couple of seconds.

Suddenly there was a loud bang at the other end of the table. While Sirius leaned forward to look, I leaned back to see Snape coming towards us, his own Prophet lay on top of his breakfast.

"Severus, don't make a scene," I said, shaking my head. "You know what she writes is garbage,"

"Did you read the part about the bedroom?" he hissed. The hall had quieted considerably, but I doubted anyone could hear him at this point.

"Yes, and it should be fairly obvious that that part is completely untrue, as is the part about her mother and my being a struggling alcoholic."

"And my insanity," Sirius added.

We both turned to him and gave him a doubtful look.

"Mickey!" he whined, turning to McGonagall who had unwisely chosen that moment to sit down next to him. "They're making fun of me, Mickey!"

"So help me, Sirius Black, if you call me 'Mickey' one more time I will turn you into a giant fly and feed you to Longbottom's toad!" she shouted.

The hall laughed and McGonagall turned to the students, not having realized she was being listened to, though the chatter picked up again after her outburst.

"Mickey," Sirius muttered.

The hall laughed loudly at the sight of the one and only Auror Black sprinting from the hall, a silver shield covering his back as McGonagall raced after him, brandishing her wand. No one had known that Minerva McGonagall could run like that when she wanted to.

I finished my breakfast before either of them returned and made my way out of the hall, nodding to the twins as I went when they waved at me. I headed for my office, planning on preparing an answer sheet to a practice test I had made for some Ravenclaw seventh years who were concerned about their NEWTs. Sometimes I felt like there should be a spare tutor just for the Ravenclaws alone.

I was halfway finished making up the answer sheet when there was a knock on my door. I put my quill and ink down and looked at the door. "Come in," I called.

The door opened revealing the seventh year girl who had glared at me after the opening feast. I blinked before smiling.

"What can I do for you Ms…?"

"My name is Alana Collins," she said, extending her hand for me to shake. "I'm a seventh year Hufflepuff. My aunt is Cindy Collins," she added. I frowned. The name sounded so familiar…

"Did I know your aunt?" I asked, gesturing for her to sit.

"Yes, she would just like me to tell you that it's your entire fault." She stated. I raised an eyebrow at that.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Collins, but I'm afraid that I don't understand what you mean. Nor do I remember ever meeting a Cindy Collins," I replied, refraining from laughing at the girl sent to do her aunt's dirty work.

She nodded. "She said you would say that. She also said to remind you that you stole Auror Black from her. She never did get married,"

Now I couldn't help but chuckle a little. "Ms. Collins, you've been misinformed. Auror Black and I have been dating since we were fourteen years old. Now, if you need any help with school work I will gladly oblige, but if not, I do have work to get done,"

She stood up and glared. "She said you would say that as well. Don't say I didn't warn you,"

Without another word she swept out of the office leaving me to stare after her, mildly amused. Then I noticed the letter she had left on the seat. I frowned and ran a few cautionary tests over it to make sure it wasn't hexed or contained any toxic chemicals. Or bubotuber pus. I sat with the envelope in my hands for a moment, deliberating over whether or not I wanted to bother before shrugging. I ripped open the envelope and took out a solitary photograph.

I frowned.

Kailey's Point of View:

"Is she still mad at him?" Hermione asked Harry as Keena took her seat between Snape and Flitwick for the third time in three days.

Harry nodded. "I don't know why though, neither of them will tell me. I can't even get them into the same room!"

"Weird…wonder what's gotten into them," I muttered glancing over to the Ravenclaw table for the fifth time in five minutes. I blushed again when I noticed Leon was still staring at me, though this time he'd caught me looking back and winked. Harry turned around to see who I was looking at and turned back with a slight scowl on his face.

"D'you suppose they've had a row over their engagement?" Hermione whispered the last word.

"What makes you say that?" Harry asked, glancing at the teacher's table.

"Look at her left hand," Hermione instructed.

I did so. It was glaringly empty.

"Oh, Merlin, she took off the ring," I murmured. Harry looked between the two of us, looking as though he were about to start panicking. "This must be serious,"

Harry snorted and Hermione rolled her eyes while I giggled. Who knew those puns could be so fun? And they really did lighten the mood...

"Talking about your godparents, Harry?" Lavender muttered, leaning into the conversation with Parvati. We nodded collectively. "Yeah, we've noticed it too,"

"Do you know what's gotten her to take the ring off, Harry?" Parvati asked.

He shook his head. "I didn't even notice until just now," he admitted.

"Well, don't tell anyone we told you, but we heard some Hufflepuff upper years talking the other day," Lavender informed us and Hermione and I leaned closer to get the gossip. Harry didn't look too sure but he leaned in as well. Perhaps I should force Ron to make up with him…or at least have Harry make some more guy friends… "Alana Collins was talking about her aunt and how she'd given her a letter to give to Professor Potter last Saturday. Then she mentioned about how maybe her Aunty Cindy would finally get married to Auror Black."

"It was really strange," Parvati added. "We thought about telling Professor Potter, but it was too late," she glanced back up at the staff table along with the rest of us. "But maybe you could tell Auror Black, Harry, in case he doesn't know,"

Harry nodded absent-mindedly. I reached out and grabbed his hand. He looked up at me, both of us ignoring Lavender's tiny giggle at the action. "You could always owl the information to Remus instead; maybe have him visit Hogsmeade on Saturday?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," he grinned, understanding my meaning immediately. With that, the five of us returned to our dinner.

That Friday night, Hermione, Harry and I commandeered the couches by the fireplace to do our homework. Harry was working on summoning bits of parchment to himself and had succeeded once or twice, earning himself a glare or two from Hermione seeing as it caused smudges of ink as she wrote her essays. I was busying myself with transfiguration homework, having already finished all the practical work in class, the only one to do so, aside from Hermione of course.

"Harry!" Hermione cried as her quill was suddenly summoned out of her hand. He gave her a guilty grin and she rolled her eyes. "Look, I'm glad you're doing so well with this, but I really need to finish this! It's due soon,"

I snorted. "Soon as in this week soon or soon as in post-dance-with-death-with-a-dish-of-humiliation-to-follow-match,"

Harry looked up. "That's a new one," he commented.

"Gotta keep 'em fresh or they get as bad as Sirius-serious puns," I grinned.

"It's ridiculous," Hermione muttered. "You can't be humiliated post-mortem," she added when Harry and I looked at her curiously.

"How would you know?" I challenged.

"You just can't!"

"Says you, who has clearly never been dead before,"

"Kailey!"

"Hermione,"

"Ugh…never mind, I'll just go up to the dorm and finish this if you insist on being childish," she grumbled, collecting her things and swiping her quill out of Harry's hand.

I couldn't help but giggle as she made her way up to the dorm. Harry rolled his eyes at me. "You know, if you just told me what we were facing on Tuesday you could make up even more ridiculous names,"

I sighed. "I need to wait and make sure I tell you and Cedric both,"

Harry shrugged. "Fine, let's go get him and we can go to the Room of Requirement,"

"I just figured we tell him at Hogsmeade," I suggested.

"Oh," his face fell and I frowned.

"You weren't planning on helping to play match-maker on Saturday, were you?" I asked, the corners of my lips twitching. He grinned. Remus had replied to Harry's letter telling him not to worry and that he would be using his 'special forces' to get Keena to pull herself together and to get Sirius to fix whatever it was that he had done. Apparently no one but Keena knew what had actually happened.

"Maybe," he admitted. "But I also just wanted to…see them,"

"I'm sure you'll be able to do both, Harry," I grinned. "Though, I wouldn't mess with the match-making stuff too much, you might turn a strange color,"

He laughed again before sobering up, rather quickly I must confess. "Kailey…"

"Hm?" I asked, correcting something in my transfiguration essay.

"Who is he?"

"Who is who?" I asked, siphoning off the smudged ink to re-word a sentence.

"That boy," he elaborated. "The one you keep watching every time we have a meal," he added when I didn't look up right away.

I frowned and looked up at him. I almost smiled. He looked so serious, as if we were talking about something like a detention with Dumbledore himself. "The one from Beauxbatons?" I asked for clarification. He nodded. "Oh, that's Leon Lapierre. We've talked a few times…why?"

"I don't think you should talk to him," he stated, crossing his arms.

I raised an eyebrow at that. "Good thing it's not up to you then, isn't it?"

"I mean it, Kailey, I don't think it's a good idea," he frowned when I didn't take his advice to heart. "He's too…old. And he's French!"

"Yes, Harry, and you're English and I'm American. Glad to see you can recognize nationalities," I teased.

"Kailey," he groaned, leaning closer over the table.

"Harry," I paused before grinning wickedly. "You're not…" I stopped and looked away blushing horribly two words flashing in my head: Cho Chang.

"Not what?" he muttered.

I didn't reply and he sighed, collecting his parchment and heading up to his dorm after bidding me goodnight.

Jealous.

That's the end of this one! I know this one took me awhile to get to but I'm hoping that I'll get moving a little faster now that the school year is closing out! Oh, and live2luv, she blew up the ground cuz she's angry that she's cursed and because Malfoy's a pain in the neck. Okay, next is number 15!

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