A/N: Hey! It's been 104 days since my last update!

Sorry about that. But anyways I hope you like this chapter. For once I actually liked how it turned out? I am confusion.

As always special thanks to callmeakumatized for editing. I'd be lost without you. Seriously.

Enjoy!

Chapter 14: The Goblet of Fire

When Marinette and Adrien walked into The Great Hall, it was already packed with students. The benches were stuffed with more rear ends than they were ever meant to hold, some of them creaking under the strain of so many people on them.

Marinette eyeballed the Slytherin table, hoping to find a few spaces, but she couldn't seem to find one, nor could she pick out Alexandra from the crowd. She deflated slightly, and began weighing her options. Should she say goodbye to Adrien now, or should she hope people would be willing to slide over for the two of them?

"Hey," Adrien commented, snapping the long silence that had settled between them. "There are a few seats over there. And isn't that your friend?"

Marinette turned to look and sure enough, Alya was chatting amiably with several people, and had a few empty seats next to her. Adrien took a few steps towards the table, but Marinette quickly grabbed his arm.

"I, uh… I can't sit over there," she admitted, cheeks turning pink in embarrassment.

"What?" Adrien asked, his eyebrows raising in confusion. "Why not?"

"That's the Gryffindor table," Marinette explained. "All of the houses sit separately."

"Why?"

"What?" Marinette asked, taken aback by the blunt question.

Adrien glanced around, seeming to notice the general color coding that was taking place around the hall, only disrupted by the colors from other schools.

"I mean, why? What's the point? Why do you alienate yourselves from one another?"

Marinette blinked at him, unable to come up with a reasonable answer. "Because, that's how it's always been I guess?"

Adrien stared at her, glanced back at the hall, and then back to Marinette. "C'est des conneries," he said flatly, then grabbed her hand and began pulling her towards the Gryffindor table.

"Adrien wait!" Marinette hissed, futilely trying to tug her hand out of his . "We can't do this!"

"Have you ever tried?" Adrien asked over his shoulder.

"Well… no," she conceded, still being pulled along. "But we can't!"

"Says who?"

Marinette stared at him, searching for an answer that could get her out of this situation

"Says… um… the rules?"

Adrien didn't bother to respond to her poor attempt at escape, and the two approached Alya, who had noticed their progress through the hall, and whose eyeballs had been getting progressively wider as they'd neared.

"Hello," Adrien greeted politely, as a mortified Marinette hid behind him, realizing that on top of everything else, he was still holding her hand. "You must be Alya Cesaire. Marinette has told me quite a bit about you. Do you mind if we sit here?"

"Of- of course!" Alya stammered, scooting over a few more inches, glancing at Marinette who was refusing to make eye contact with her.

Adrien slid in, so that there was a space between him and Alya, and gestured for Marinette to sit down.

Marinette for her part, was ready to flee. There were several pairs of eyes on her, and she was feeling more than a little self-conscious from all of the attention.

Everyone staring at her on a Quidditch pitch? Fine. This?

Nuh-uh.

"Girl, come on," Alya urged, a pleading look on her face. "I've been trying to get you to do this for years! Just give it a shot!"

Marinette hesitated for a few more seconds, preparing herself mentally for being in such close proximity to Adrien, knowing damn well that the blonde was about to be very, very smug, and would be unfairly cute while he was. Nevertheless, she tentatively slid onto the bench, a beaming Adrien on her left, and a happy, but suddenly nervous looking Alya on her right.

Marinette looked around worriedly. Nobody at the staff table had seemed to notice, or care, though a few Gryffindors along the table were glowering at her. One appeared to have half a mind to tell her to shove off, but before he could, the lights began to dim, and Headmaster Fu stepped up to his podium.

"Welcome, students, staff, and our other visitors, who will soon be introduced," he said warmly. "Today marks a new era of a truly legendary event. One that stretches back nearly 800 years. After more than 300 years of waiting, we can finally say that the Tri-Wizard Tournament will be taking place once again!"

Applause broke out and soon the entire hall was cheering and whooping, excited for the chance to be part of history.

"We have many announcements and many rules we have to lay down, but first… we eat!" He clapped his hands and the platters immediately filled with food.

Marinette promptly dove towards the towering platter of pastries, hoping to eat away her anxiety of being at the Gryffindor table. She was fully aware of Alya sitting next to her, looking as though she was going to start hurling questions at any moment.

"So…" Alya drawled, switching her view from Marinette to the blonde quidditch star. "You're Adrien."

Marinette nearly choked on her danish.

Adrien, for his part, seemed unperturbed by the sudden scrutiny.

"That's me!" he replied cheerfully, taking a large bite of the shepherd's pie that he'd selected, humming in content.

Alya scrutinized him with an evil eye, which Adrien took in stride, continuing to chew without a care in the world.

"Thank you," Alya finally said, voice becoming soft and genuine, "For what you did at the world cup. You saved Marinette's life, and I don't think there's a way I could express my gratitude enough."

Adrien waved her away. "I just did what anyone else would have done."

"If that's the case, then why did nobody else help?" Alya countered, shaking her head bitterly. "Most people are utter garbage, and you helped someone you didn't have to. Accept the graciousness."

"Well in that case, you're very welcome Ms. Cesaire," Adrien laughed. "Besides, imagine if I hadn't. I might have gotten stranded with Ms. Prime Ministers Daughter over there." He jerked his head towards Chloe, and gave an exaggerated shudder.

Alya snorted, and immediately any conflict Marinette had been fearing became nonexistent, and the tension eased out of her shoulders as Alya began telling Adrien about herself at the blonde's request.

Dinner proceeded at a surprisingly quick pace, considering the tension that was becoming nearly palpable. More and more conversations were turning back to the reason the other Beauxbatons and Durmstrang had arrived in the first place. Nobody was quite sure what to expect, but everyone was well aware of just how exciting it was going to be.

It was as dessert wound down to an end that Master Fu stood back up from his chair and clapped his hands once making the food disappear.

Adrien, who was in the middle of a delicious piece of chocolate fudge cake, bit down on nothing, and was supremely disappointed.

The hall immediately fell silent, all turning their gaze on the short headmaster.

"Excellent, excellent," Headmaster Fu began. "It is my pleasure to introduce Maxen King, head of the Auror department." Fu quickly stepped to the side and began clapping, and the students began clapping as well, many muttering to their friends about the man who was all but a legend from the war.

"The Gorilla." Alya gasped, staring at the man in awe.

"Good evening." the man said with a deep voice. Conversation died, and attention quickly turned to the man standing behind the headmasters podium. "My name is Maxen King, and as Headmaster Fu stated, I am the head of the Auror Department." He cast a stern gaze around the room. "Many of you will enter your name to this tournament. Only three of your names will come out. To those who wish to be one of those three, I must warn, do not wish for this lightly. This is not a game. This is not a test. There is no reset spell we can cast. This is not a controlled environment."

People began to look nervous, and began murmuring amongst each other. Marinette nodded, having expected as much. A glance at her friends showed Alya to be fidgeting uncomfortably, while Adrien merely looked resigned.

"This is real, extremely dangerous, and not to be done with a passing interest." The head Auror's scowl deepened as he continued. "The International Confederation of Wizards, in its… infinite wisdom, has decided that the age restriction will be enforced on those thirteen and below."

Both Fu and King directed a scowl at a man who was standing off to the side that Marinette didn't recognize. The man scowled back, although he also looked vaguely smug, which made Marinette suspect that this was an argument the man had won.

"Also with us today, are Mr. Simon Grimault, the head of the Magical Games and Sports department-" King was cut off by a few whoops from more than one of the quidditch enthusiasts in the students.

Grimault grinned and gave a cheery wave from where he stood. Marinette smiled as memories of his announcing from the World Cup Final came back to her, though most surely remembered him for his Quidditch playing.

"Also here, is Mr. Thomas Bend, a British representative of the ICW," King added gesturing to the man who he had scowled at earlier. The man raised his hand and received polite applause from the students. King remained silent for a few moments even after the applause stopped, seeming to think carefully about his next words.

"I wish you all good luck and a good tournament."

With that, the Auror stepped away from the podium, nodded towards Fu, and walked off to the side of the hall to applause and cheers.

Fu resumed his place in front of the throng of students, their excitement nearly palpable. He clapped his hands, and in front of all of the students, a large goblet appeared on the stand.

Marinette stared at it in confusion. The wandless magic was impressive, but there was nothing overly special-

A plume of blue fire suddenly lit from the goblet and quickly spread around the rim of the magical artifact. Adrien let out a low whistle from next to her. Marinette silently agreed, and marvelled at the flames flickering around the edge of the cup.

"Il y a des sorts sérieux sur ce," Adrien murmured, his tone awestruck. He began muttering to himself under his breath, completely entranced.

"The Goblet of Fire." Fu announced, eyeing the magical artifact with a small smile. "Anyone who wishes to partake in this fabled tournament must write their school and name on a piece of parchment, and throw it into the goblet. The selection ceremony will take place two weeks from now. You have fourteen days to make your decision, starting tomorrow morning." He turned his gaze out to the rest of the hall. "Choose wisely. And on that note, I believe that concludes tonight's announcements. Have a good night."

The headmaster then clapped his hands again, setting off a low rumble, which startled everyone who was still staring at the goblet. Adrien glanced up at Fu, and seemed to shake himself out of a haze, before grinning at Marinette, eyes gleaming.

"I'm suddenly very interested in this tournament."

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It was twenty minutes to eleven when Marinette stepped out of the Slytherin common room. She quietly padded up the stairs from the dungeon, heading towards Headmaster Fu's office, unsure of what awaited her there.

The rest of her night had gone well, having spent another half hour with Alya and Adrien before the latter had disappeared with the rest of the Beauxbatons contingent. He had bid the two girls a good night, and Marinette found herself under Alya's scrutiny once again, with the bespectacled girl hurling questions at her as fast as she could. "What do you think the tournament will be like? Who do you think will be in the tournament? What do you think the tasks will be? WHY WAS ADRIEN HOLDING YOUR HAND ON THE WAY OVER HERE?" She'd been so excited she'd forgotten to be nervous around Nino, who had shown up halfway through the storm of questions.

Marinette had spent another hour with Alya and Nino after that, content to spend time with her friends before Nino had to leave, and Alya suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to finish her potions essay and quickly fled up into the depths of the castle.

Marinette had returned to her dormitory, nearly forgetting about her meeting with the headmaster, until the memory of Fu greeting her hit her, and she quickly jumped from her bed and left her room.

She'd received an odd look or two from the few remaining people in the common room, but nobody had questioned her, and she was now out of the dungeons and nearing the seventh floor where Headmaster Fu's office resided.

It was as she reached the landing for the seventh floor that she realized she did not have the password to get into Fu's office. She bit her lip thoughtfully, hoping that Fu would realize this oversight before she got there.

"Ms. Dupain-Cheng!" a stern voice barked.

Marinette jumped and whipped around, and came face to face with a scowling Professor Mendeliev.

"Thirty points from Slytherin for being out past curfew! What are you doing out at this hour?" Her head of house demanded, eyes sparking with anger behind her glasses.

"Headmaster Fu asked me to meet him in his office at eleven!" Marinette protested.

Professor Mendeliev looked genuinely confused for a few moments, but her angry look quickly returned, and she strode past Marinette, beckoning her pupil to follow. Marinette dutifully followed the route she had taken more than once in her time at Hogwarts. Some of her trips to the headmaster's office had seen her arrive flushed with victory. Others… She shook her head, hoping to clear away thoughts of that part of her time in Hogwarts.

They arrived in front of the stone gargoyle that guarded the headmasters office a few moments later. Marinette noticed how its stone eyes followed their every movement, ever watching. She shuddered. It was always a weird feeling, being reminded of just how alive the castle felt at times.

Professor Mendeliev heaved a sigh and glared at the gargoyle.

"Jolly Ranchers," she bit out, as if saying the words were poison.

Marinette held back her snort, but it was a near thing. The gargoyle leapt out of the way, still watching as the two made their way into the spiral stairwell.

At the top of the stairway, the potions professor rapped on the door three times, and waited for a response. Marinette hovered anxiously behind her, hoping Professor Mendeliev would give the thirty points she'd taken back.

"Enter," came the headmaster's voice through the door, and Professor Mendeliev pushed the door open and entered, with Marinette trailing behind.

"Headmaster," Professor Mendeliev greeted, approaching the desk the headmaster sat behind. "I found Ms. Dupain-Cheng wandering the halls, claiming that she had a meeting with you at this time?"

Marinette quickly stepped out from behind the professor and flashed a smile at the headmaster, who chuckled.

"That is correct," He informed the professor. "I rather think it fortunate you found her, as I forgot to give her the password when I told her of the meeting. How are you this lovely night, Marinette?" he asked, turning his kind gaze onto her.

Marinette smiled. "I'm doing very well headmaster. I'm curious as to why I'm here, but beyond that I'm doing well."

"I must also admit I am curious as to her purpose here," a voice rumbled from the corner.

Marinette turned and gasped as she came face to face with Maxen King, who towered over her. The man was now even more imposing now that she was closer to him. He had brown hair that was beginning to show signs of age, with flecks of grey that were starting to show, both in his hair and the sideburns on his cheeks. Despite his aging face, it was obvious the man was well built, with a broad chest and shoulders that only seemed to add to his scary demeanor. The large man was scrutinizing her with his dark eyes, but they soon flicked to Fu when the headmaster began speaking.

"I will explain soon." Master Fu reassured them. "We are waiting for a few more arrivals, but then all will be explained. In the meantime, please, sit!" He waved his wand and three chairs were conjured, and the group sat.

Soon after, there was another knock, and Professor D'Argencourt and Professor Bustier entered, with the young woman casting a confused look at her student, while Professor D'Argencourt looked unfazed. Marinette figured it was due to the conversation she and Alya had stumbled upon. D'Argencourt probably knew more than anyone else here.

A few minutes after that, another knock came from the door, and in stepped the Durmstrang Headmaster, who nodded to everyone and stepped to the side of the room, where he declined a chair when Fu offered.

Almost immediately the door burst open, and a panting Professor Stone staggered in.

"Sorry about that," he gasped, collapsing into a chair that Fu had conjured at his entrance. He slumped against it, his skinny, short frame made the comfortable chair look twice the size it truly was. Though Marinette knew from experience that his personality itself was big enough to fill a stadium, all screaming and cheering. That thought prompted Marinette to glance at her purple haired professor and try to imagine him as a rockstar. She snorted. As if. What kind of person would pay money to go see a 'Jagged Stone' concert?

Besides. It'd only inflate his ego. Marinette thought, giggling to herself.

Professor Stone took a deep breath and seemed to recover enough of his breath to speak again. "Forgot about the meeting." He explained, fiddling with one of his dangly earrings.

"Why didn't you foresee that you would forget?" Professor Mendeliev sneered from the other side of the room. Professor Stone didn't even look bothered, merely flipping his purple hair over his shoulder and inspecting his fingernails, which were painted a lovely shade of blue.

"Because that's not how the inner eye works Verena," he said slowly, as though explaining it to a child.

Professor Mendeliev huffed and crossed her arms angrily. Marinette surmised that it was an argument the two had all the time if Fu's fond smile and Professor Bustier's exasperated look was enough to go by.

"One more." Fu murmured, glancing up at the clock nestled in the far corner.

As if on cue, a final knock came on the door, and Fu smiled in relief.

"Enter."

The door swung open, and in walked a shrouded figure. The person was wearing a jet black cloak, with a hood that obscured any and all features from view.

"Chat Noir." The headmaster greeted, giving the hooded person a nod of respect. The figure reached his hands up and lowered his hood.

"Headmaster Fu." The man greeted.

The room was struck silent by the man's appearance. He had blonde hair, a chiseled jaw and a jagged scar that stretched down his right cheek. If Marinette had to guess, she'd say the man was maybe twenty-five, but it was hard to really tell because of the jet black mask that covered everything above his nose.

Most startling though, were the not quite so human aspects about him. The man's eyes were perfectly catlike, the pupils straying towards a near diamond like shape, as opposed to the regular circles that humans had. Apart from his pupils, the man's eyes were entirely green, as if somebody had dyed the parts that were meant to be white.

There were also the cat ears.

The obsidian cat ears were nestled in his blonde hair, and they looked suspiciously real. Marinette wondered that if maybe, just maybe she could touch them, they'd twitch in response.

"You did not need to lower your cloak," Headmaster Fu said softly. "I know how much you value your identity."

Chat Noir shrugged dismissively.

"None of you have met me before. I highly doubt it matters here. Forgive me though, I'd rather not show my entire face."

King stood out of his chair and offered his hand. "Maxen King. Head of the Auror Department."

Chat Noir shook the hand offered to him and nodded. "Chat Noir."

Professor Mendeliev snorted.

"Original," She sneered at Chat Noir's questioning glance.

"It's not like I chose it. You can thank the french press for that," he replied, though his tone made it clear he didn't care what Mendeliev thought of him or his name.

Marinette's eyebrows raised. She hadn't noticed the french accent, but now that it had been brought up, she couldn't unhear it.

"Anyways," Fu interjected, clearly hoping to head off any potential arguments. "We're all here, so we can begin."

"Excellent." Headmaster Kohler stated, rolling his eyes. "You take too long to get things started Guiying."

"I suppose you're right," Fu chuckled, acknowledging the point. "I have brought you all here today because we're facing a severe threat. I believe Hawkmoth may be returning, and I believe you are all in agreement with me." Receiving nods of confirmation, he went to continue but was interrupted by a small voice.

"I'm sorry, what?" Marinette asked faintly.

Chat Noir blanched and his eyes shot to the source of the voice, before flicking back to the headmaster. "You may have jumped the curse, Headmaster." Fu noticeably paled as he realized his blunder.

"Oh Marinette I'm so sorry." His voice was soft, full of genuine regret. "I sincerely forgot that you weren't aware."

"I mean… I kinda knew." Marinette admitted. "But it's one thing to suspect, and another to hear it from you."

Fu nodded grimly, and gave her an apologetic look. When he spoke again, his voice kept the grandfatherly gentleness Marinette had come to appreciate whenever she was rattled.

"Will you be okay?"

Marinette nodded firmly, and sat up straighter in her chair. Fu gave her an approving nod in return.

"Very well. Now, as I was saying-"

"Hold on." Professor Bustier interrupted. "Is everyone in this room someone we can undoubtedly trust?"

"Yes," Fu replied with complete certainty.

"Even him?" The professor jerked a thumb at Chat Noir, who was leaning against a bookshelf with his arms crossed, and looking thoroughly unimpressed with the proceedings.

"I believe he is trustworthy," Fu repeated.

"How do you know though?" Headmaster Kohler asked, frowning. "Do you know who he is?"

"I do not," Fu admitted.

"Then how can we trust him?" Professor Mendeliev demanded.

"Perhaps we should ask him, instead of harassing the headmaster?" Professor D'Argencourt suggested dryly. Everyone in the room turned towards the masked man.

"Explain to me why we should trust you," the ex-auror requested, staring at the masked figure in front of him pensively.

"I never said you could, nor that you should." Chat Noir replied.

Marinette almost missed it, but the head Auror gave a small approving nod.

"I'd trust you a lot more if I knew who you were." Professor Bustier reasoned.

"And I'd trust you more if you weren't withholding information about yourself," Chat countered. "So I'd say we're even."

"What exactly is it that I'm withholding?" she demanded. Chat moved away from the bookshelf and glared at the young professor.

"You've been spying, Caline, and on students too. That's a rather large fine is it not?"

"I haven't- you can't just- you- you have no proof of-" She spluttered.

"There's also the matter of you being an unregistered animagus, but seeing as how that's nothing but advantageous to our cause, I vote we let that matter slide." Chat added blithely, waving a hand dismissively.

The professor's mouth dropped, but she quickly rallied. "Again, you have nothing but accusations with no proof to back it up."

Chat Noir sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Western Bluebird. Orange chest plumage with a white streak down your left wing, probably a scar on your actual arm." The professor recoiled as if burned. "As far as proof goes, well..." His wand was out in an instant. "Animagi Revelio!" The professor was swarmed in a blue light, and in a matter of seconds, a small Bluebird was standing where she had sat a moment before. It began chirping angrily at Chat Noir, who leaned forward and hissed at it. The bird froze in place, suddenly looking terrified. "Finite." Chat growled. The professor was back, gasping for breath. "So as I was saying, no. I will not be sharing who I am with any of you today."

"You've made your point." Professor D'Argencourt said sternly, shooting a disapproving look at his coworker.

"Indeed," Headmaster Fu said pointedly. He gave everyone in the room a glare that made it clear the discussion of Chat Noir's identity was to be dropped.

"That was you today!" Marinette exclaimed suddenly. "Adrien saw you on the windowsill!"

Professor Bustier nodded stiffly, and cast a wary glance at Chat Noir, who'd returned to his previous position.

"I trust everyone in this room," Fu said resolutely. "You are all integral to our efforts."

"So why is she here?" Headmaster Kohler asked sarcastically, gesturing towards Marinette.

Marinette bristled, but she kept her mouth shut, not wanting to look petulant. To her surprise, somebody else came to her defense.

"'She' has a name you know." Chat Noir commented. Kohler waved him away.

"I know she does, but that's not the point. She didn't even know Hawkmoth was making a resurgence until she entered this room." He turned to Fu. "Do you care to explain yourself Guiying?"

Fu heaved a deep sigh and folded his hands in front of him.

"Something happened five years ago. Something both frustrating and agonizingly real." Fu rose from behind his desk and walked out from behind it, rubbing his forehead. "I believe Ms. Dupain-Cheng here is the subject of a prophecy."

Marinette didn't need to act surprised. She was genuinely shocked that Fu was deciding to tell her about it. She eyed the rest of the room, and they seemed to at the very least understand her presence now. Even so, she stood by what she'd told Alya. She didn't want to know what the prophecy said.

"What does it say?" Professor Stone asked, leaning forward. Fu took a deep breath.

"As the butterfly flies, a curse will be-"

"Wait!" Marinette shrieked, waving her hands frantically. "I don't want to know!"

"What?" several voices asked in shock.

"I don't want to know." Marinette said firmly. "With all due respect to divination and Professor Stone, I loathe the idea that I don't have a say in the path my life takes."

"But Marinette," Master Fu began, "I assure you it is in your best interests to hear this prophecy."

Marinette rose from her seat, and looked around the room. A few people looked startled, though Chat Noir had a smirk on his face.

"Well if I ever decide it's in my best interests, I'll let you all know and I can hear it then. Was there anything else you wanted to discuss with me Headmaster?" Fu frowned.

"Well no, but-"

"Then I will take my leave. I do have Professor Bustier's class tomorrow morning." She turned towards the door and strode to it. "Have a good night." she said, before ripping the door open and leaving.

As she walked down the stairs, she heard Chat Noir's remark as he closed the door.

"I like her."

A/N: End Scene! :D

So yeah! Lemme know what you thought! I hope you liked it, though I'm sure some of you are a tad displeased about me teasing the prophecy like that. And to you I say 'MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA'

Okay okay. So yes that will be addressed, I promise, but not right now. Marinette doesn't want to know, okay? She just doesn't. And she's the main character. (fun fact this is the first Miraculous fanfic where I don't have Adrien share some of the perspective. It's all Marinette, and honestly I like it a lot. So, if you have any questions then I will happily answer them in the comments. In the meantime I hope-

Adrien: Wait, I have a question.
Me: Oh good lord not this again, what do you want?
Adrien: I have a very large issue with this chapter.
Me: Look, I'm sorry about just having you leave with no real part dedicated to it but I-
Adrien: No it's not that.
Me: It's not? Oh. I figured that would be it. Is it that you're getting forced into the tournament?
Adrien: No. Well yes, but no.
Me: You don't even know that you're going to be in the tournament yet I don't see what-
Adrien: YOU STOLE MY CHOCOLATE CAKE FROM ME!
Me: Oh yeaaaaaah. Forgot about that.
Adrien: YOU FORGOT? I DEMAND CAKE!
Me: Sigh, okay yeah.
Adrien: TEA AND CAKE OR DEATH

Okay... Hopefully that will take care of that. Uhm while I'm here are there any more questions from the audience? Oh hell. Yeah, you the blonde one?

Chloe, flipping her hair dramatically: So I've hardly been in the last few chapters and I-
Me: No. Next question. Yeah you.

Alya: Is Adrien going to hurt my girl? Because if he does I'll-
Me: Not intentionally.
Alya: Uh... Good?
Me, smiling cruelly: I didn't say that.

Anyone else? *Ignores thirty hands from readers in back* No? Awesome.

Impatient reader: IS ADRIEN AN ANIMAGUS KJSDGKJSDJVVNJBVUHF I NEED TO KNOOOOOW
Me: ... No.
Reader: Then how did he do the transformation to Chat Noir- GASP IS HE A METAMORPHMAGUS?
Me: NO
Reader: THEN IS HE-
Me: EVEN IF YOU GUESS RIGHT I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU GEEZ
Reader: Sullen muttering.

Now if that will do it I-

Three other readers: WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S NOT AN ANIMAGUS WHOSVJNDBJVJSSL:FJ HOW DARE-
Me: *Sigh*

Anyways I love you all! I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

Until Next Time!
~Nebilas~

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