Well, here is the next installment of this beautiful story. I hope you love it. Oh, and by the way, I'm sorry some of my previous chapters were so short. I'm trying to make them longer.

Angel POV

We were all watching the movie. Nudge was perched on the edge of his chair, Gazzy kneeling on the floor, and Iggy was sitting next to me, leaning back against the back of the couch with her eyes closed. Ella was on my other side.

Fang and Max walked into the room and stood in the doorway for a second, looking us over, and shooting each-other an annoyed glance. Then, Max spoke up.

"Hey, guys, about your… um, new names? I've decided we can use them as our codenames from now on, but I'm not going to be able to remember to use them when we're alone. Okay?"

Gazzy looked back at him, nodded, and turned once more towards the movie.

"Yeah," Nudge replied from his chair, and Iggy nodded her head mutely, eyes still closed. She was listening intently.

The movie we were watching was Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. We had been watching it for a while now, and I thought it was pretty interesting. Nudge had made me read the entire series, and this one had been my favorite book. The movie was almost as good.

Max and Fang continued to hover at the entrance to the room, but then they broke away from each-other. They both moved to the couch and tried to sit in the spot next to Iggy at the same time, and started bickering quietly. I entered their minds discretely.

That stupid Fang, picking a fight like this. It's so fucking obvious that I should sit next to Iggy. I'm the leader after all.

Max! God, he's being so freaking annoying. Why won't he just let me sit next to Iggy and watch the movie?

I exited hurriedly, not particularly wanting to listen to their minds argue confusedly over their awkward new feelings for my Iggy. Besides, they were making me miss part of the movie.

"Will you two just shut the Hell up? It's hard enough for me to tell what's going on being blind and all, but with you two squabbling I can't concentrate on the dialogue. Just go sit on the floor over there." Iggy gestured randomly in front of her, and Max and Fang stopped arguing instantly.

"Okay, Iggy!" Max and Fang chirruped simultaneously. They both turned to glare at each-other for a moment, and then went to sit in front of the television.

The six of us and Ella continued to watch the movie with new silence. Every now and then, when the sounds were particularly confusing, I whispered what was going on in Iggy's ear and she nodded mutely to show she was listening.

Nudge POV

By the time Harry had entered the Chamber of Secrets, I had leaned back in my chair. Max looked stiff and annoyed, continuing to throw glances towards Fang, who was staring with wide eyes at the movie screen. Ella had apparently watched the film too many times, and had her eyes half-closed as she continued to look. Iggy was leaning forward intently, as was Gazzy, and Angel was almost as interested as the two of them. Although not so much so as I would have been, had I still been a girl. But I'm a boy now, so I'm not. I guess it was part of the female gender to be reeled in by sweaty boys in danger.

Unless of course you were lesbian, or something, then it would be sweaty girls in danger. Or maybe you were bisexual, so you would be reeled in by sweaty hermaphrodites in danger. No, wait, being bisexual doesn't mean you like hermaphrodites, it just means you like both boys and girls. But then what kind of a person likes hermaphrodites? Where do hermaphrodites get their love? Are there random people out there with hermaphrodite fetishes? Or is there really something like a… a… hermaphrosexual? That would be so weirdly cool… I wonder if anyone I know is a hermaphrosexual?

Wait a second… so, hermaphrodites are people born with both boy and girl parts… but I think I heard somewhere that when they're born, the doctors cut one of the parts off or something. So there really aren't any hermaphrodites out there who are a boygirl anymore, are they? No, there has to be a few who couldn't afford that kind of medical procedure… I wonder where the doctor puts the part after they amputate it? Does the doctor throw it away, or keep it in a plastic bag, or put it in a pickle jar? Eww, I can just imagine boy parts floating in pickle jars…

I glanced down at my groin, feeling sympathetic for anyone who lost their parts and had them pickled in jars and fed to the lions.

Wait a second, if the doctors feed the pickled parts to the lions and other animals, do the lions develop a taste for them? What if there were a drop in the birthrate of hermaphrodites, so the doctors didn't have enough pickled parts to feed to the lions, so the lions were so hungry they started biting the parts off of all the people they see and escape the zoo or wherever they're at and run amok wreaking havoc on all the people of the world, chomping down on their groin, biting off their parts, eating them, and getting bloodlust? What if they've reached this city? What if they're running down the street right now, and they're going to crash through the front door and chomp off my newly developed boy parts?

Oh, fuck. I pulled my legs up to my chest nervously and looked out the window. I couldn't see any rampaging lions lusting for private parts, but you can never be too sure. I placed a pillow over my groin to shield it, just in case one did show up. I wasn't about to have my parts bitten off.

Angel POV

I looked over towards Nudge to see him looking rather pale with his legs drawn up to his chest and a pillow clutched in front of his crotch, and stared for a moment. That was sort of weird.

Nudge turned and met my eyes for a moment. She stared at me fiercely, as if trying to silently communicate, nodded towards my own groin, and pointed subtly out the window. I simply gazed back at her for a moment then turned towards the movie again, not really wanting to know what was going through Nudge's demented head.

Harry was running through the sewers, looking rather dirty all covered with muck, blood, sweat, and what seemed to me maybe a bit of basilisk shit. Oops, can't let Max catching me think such 'dirty words'…

Wait a second, Max can't hear my thoughts! I can think dirty words all I want!

I began to run through a list of all the curse-words I had ever heard or learned, chanting them in a sing-song voice in my head while watching the movie.

"Hear that, Iggy? That basilisk is just like you!" Gazzy said suddenly, her eyes trained on the movie screen. "It follows Harry by the sounds he makes, just like you, because the phoenix gorged his eyes out with its talons!"

Iggy sighed. "Well, I certainly hope I'm nothing like a bloody basilisk with its eyes gorged out of its bleeding sockets by some creepy bird. I'd rather just be me, with eyes intact. Even if they're kind of blind."

I wondered in my head how anyone's eyes could just be kind of blind while the battle between Harry and the basilisk raged on. When Harry stabbed the giant snake's brains out, I winced slightly. I had grown sort of fond of it. At least it had shut up that Hermione Granger girl… I don't like the actress's voice. It's whiny and annoying.

We all continued to watch the movie in relative silence until it ended. As the credits began to play, I stood and stretched. Nudge remained crouched in his odd protective position. I shrugged, reaching up to rub my newly bald head. I loved the feeling now… I'm not so hot and stuffy. It's sort of breezy, actually.

Dr. Martinez poked her head into the room. "Guys," she started, "dinner's ready. Oh, and I've set up appointments for you all to get your hair cut tomorrow. Except you, Angel."

I nodded and walked into the kitchen. The table was loaded with food. Unfortunately, after the rest of my Flock started eating, it was gone in about ten minutes. I guess switching sexes doesn't affect one's appetite.

Okay. There's a new chappie for you! I enjoyed writing it, especially Nudge's POV. It was actually very confusing. In fact, that was exactly what I was thinking about the other day, about hermaphrodites… is there any type of person that likes hermaphrodites? Or are they just… well, I don't know. If anyone does, please tell me. It's an interesting question.

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