Hey guys! So this took so long because I was trying to write one chapter for the holidays, but it's way to long, so I'm splitting it in 2. Also, last chapter, someone asked if it was realistic that Nigel was getting a newborn sibling at his age. Well, it's actually a lot more common than you might think. I actually have a friend who has a brother 12 years younger than her. He's adorable! But anyway, just wanted to clear up confusion with that. I own nothing but Angie, let's go!
On December 21st, we were all set to go home for the Holidays. Mal, the Lions and I were sitting on the train, talking, and eating sweets I had bought. Now, you might be wondering, 'hey Angie? Why do YOU always buy the sweets?', and to that I answer: I'm rich, duh! When we finally got to kings cross, I hugged all my friends goodbye, wished them happy Christmas, then went off to meet mother. "Hello mother!" I said cheerfully.
"Hello Angie dear." She replied, hugging me back. "We just need to wait for your brother, then we can go home. Any idea where he is?"
"Probably saying goodbye to his girlfriend." I said, rolling my eyes. "Just don't tell him I said that."
"Too late." Said that oh so familiar obnoxious voice from behind me. I turned around, and lo and behold, there was Draco.
"Oh, hey Drakie." I said with a smile. "You really should clear your throat or something before you speak next time, you could scare someone."
"Stop calling me that." He grumbled, pulling my hat off of my head.
"Hey!" I exclaimed, trying to grab it, but he was just holding it out of my reach, giving me a look that said 'give up, you're never going to win' as I jumped, trying to grab it. "Why do you have to be so damn tall?!" I asked.
"Angie," Mother said warningly.
"So DARN tall." I corrected.
"Genetics?" He answered with a smug grin.
"Draco, be nice to your sister." Mother told him. He rolled his eyes and gave my hat back. "Now come on, let's go home." She said, grabbing each of us by the hand and apparating home.
A few hours later, I was outside building a snowman. Not for any real reason, I just wanted to. I looked up for a second, and saw Draco standing on the small balcony that came off the sitting room on the 3rd floor, staring at the sky. He looked deep in thought. So, I did what any respectable little sister would have done, and threw a snowball at him. Hit him right in the face too. He rubbed the snow off his face, and glared down at me. I waved cheerfully, then went back to my snowman.
Like 20 minutes later, as I was putting the carrot in my snowman's head, something hit the back of mine, pushing me into my snowman, knocking him over. I looked up, and there was Draco. "Payback." He laughed. I looked sadly at the remains of my snowy friend. "Oh relax, you're snowman's fine." He said, helping me up. "All you have to do is roll each snowball on the flat side about 360-400 degrees, then the other side 360 degrees, then stack them all again and put the arms at a 315 degree angle from the stomach, or a 45 one from the head." I stared at him for a solid 20 seconds.
"Can you say that in terms a normal person would understand?" I asked. He rolled his eyes.
"Roll them until they're round." He translated. "Then angle the arms slightly up."
"Thank you." I said with a smile, pushing him into a snowbank.
"Oi! What was that for?" He asked, annoyed. I smirked.
"What can I say, you wear it better than me!" I laughed. He smirked and rolled his eyes.
"Using my own ego against me, you ARE evil." He chuckled, shaking his head and standing up.
"Hey, I learned from the best." I replied, restacking my snowman.
"Meaning?" He asked.
"You know exactly what I mean." I mused, putting the head on. "Mister 'I'm the best because I'm pureblood, and all muggleborn are scum.' You have pretentiousness down to an art form big brother."
"You say that like it's bad thing Angie." He replied smugly. I snorted.
"You say it like it's a good thing." I said, putting the carrot on my snowman's face. "Neither of us are right in this scenario." He rolled his eyes.
"What are you, a philosopher?" He asked.
"Nope." I said joyfully. "I never made a magical stone."
"Oh yeah, real witty." He said sarcastically. I ignored him and stood back to examine my snowman.
"It's missing something…" I muttered.
"Yeah, a reason to live." Draco piped in. Then I got an idea.
"No…" I began as I reached up and pulled Draco's Slytherin scarf off his neck.
"Oi!" He objected. I ignored him as I tied the scarf around the base of the snowman's head.
"Nope, it still needs something…" I muttered again, this time taking Draco's hat and putting it on the snowman.
"No, it's fine, I'll just freeze." He added sarcastically.
"Thanks." I replied absentmindedly, still examining my frozen friend. "Nope, he's still missing something." I said, turning to examine Draco.
"You stay far, FAR away from me!" He told me, backing away. I rolled my eyes.
"Fine, if you don't wanna help." I mumbled, taking off my mittens and putting them on the ends of his stick arms. "There." I said, almost satisfied. "Now he just needs…" I trailed off, scanning the ground and picking up a straight stick. "A wand!" I concluded cheerfully, setting it in his hand. "And just like that," I said, turning to my brother. "We have a Slytherin snowman!" He smiled unconvincingly.
"Great, when can I have my stuff back?" He asked.
"Before we go back to school, don't worry." I assured him.
"Great…" He said sarcastically. I grabbed his hand.
"Come on, let's make hot cocoa!" I cheered, dragging him towards the house.
"Can't we just have the house elves make it and we drink it?" He asked with a moan.
"Nope, it's more fun to make it ourselves!" I replied, firmly but still happily.
"Fine." He mumbled. Then I spent 10 minutes trying to make hot cocoa, before Draco actually showed me how.
"Wait, how do you know how to do it?" I asked.
"Mother taught me." He said, boiling water in a kettle on the stove. After 5 minutes, we were sitting together on the balcony, drinking hot cocoa. I looked down at the snowman, and saw one of the peacocks pecking him.
"Mr. Featherhead! Don't eat the snowman!" I called. Mr. Featherhead looked up at me, then walked away from the snowman.
"I still can't believe you named ALL of father's peacocks." Draco puzzled. "How can you even tell them apart?"
"That's easy." I replied. "Mr. Featherhead is slightly darker than the others, Puffy is the smallest, Fluffy Tail has the most tail feathers, Snowy is the brightest, Long Neck is the tallest, and John is the one who stays away from the others."
"Wait, one's named John?" He asked. I laughed.
"Maybe I should make them name tags." I wondered.
"Even then I'd get it wrong." He said with a laugh. "The tall one is long tail, the dark one is , the one with the big tail is Fluffy neck, the bright one is John and the recluse is snowy. See, even I know that was wrong." I laughed.
"You can be thick sometimes, you know that?" I told him. He shrugged.
"Fair enough, but there's one thing I can do better than you." He said.
"Other than being a huge prat all the time, what?" I asked.
"Latine loqui possum." He replied smugly. (Rough Translation: I can speak Latin.)
"Ego itaque licet ingenio." I replied dryly. (Rough Translation: so can I genius.)
"Damn it." He swore under his breath. I laughed.
"I am the alpha child!" I cheered.
"Yeah right." He laughed. "At least I'm older, I'll always have that on you."
"And you'll probably always be taller." I admitted with a smile.
"And that." He agreed, standing up and ruffling my hair. "Well, I'm gonna go do homework."
"You mean you're gonna write to your girlfriend." I translated with a smirk.
"Shut it." He mumbled, walking away.
"There you are!" I called after him cheerfully. "I was wondering when you'd be back, your friendly twin was here for a while!"
"Go to Hell." He called back, but in more of an annoyed way than a mad way. See, that was part of what I had missed last Christmas: the happy banter with my big brother, ending in insults we both knew we didn't mean. Bonding!
2 days later, I was sitting in the dining room doing my holiday homework, when I realized just how dull the manor looked. We didn't have any decorations, aside from the large tree in the foyer, but even it only had some white lights on it. Lola seemed to be thinking about the same thing as she flew around the room. She landed on my head and hooted thoughtfully. "You're right Lola," I said. "This place IS pretty boring." I stood up and took Lola off of my head, stroking her head as I looked around the room. Then I smiled and held her up to be at eye level with me. "You wanna help me fix that?" I asked the small owl. She chirped cheerfully. "I'm not hearing a no." I said with a smile, running with my owl up to my room. I put on my outside stuff, and Lola tried to put my hat on. I laughed. "Owls don't wear people hats silly." I giggled, picking her up and putting my hat on. Then we went outside.
After 15 minutes in the woods around the manor, I had gathered a lot of pine branches. Lola had helped a bit too, flying up and jumping on some weak ones so they'd fall. I stacked them on my baby sled, and dragged it along behind me, with Lola sitting on the branches. I just imagine the little bird yelling "ONWARD ANGIE, TO FREEDOM!" as we went. But that would be silly, owls can't talk. Most of the time…
We walked back to the manor, and I sat next to my snowman, twisting the branches into wreaths and garlands along with ribbon. "Uh, Ange?" Asked that familiar voice behind me. "What the Hell are you doing?" I looked up, and there was Draco. He seemed to love sneaking up on me.
"Making Christmas decorations with Lola." I replied cheerfully.
"Lola's an Owl." He pointed out dryly. I nodded.
"And that makes her really good at collecting branches." I explained, stroking her head. He rolled his eyes.
"What's the point in making Christmas decorations?" He asked. "All we've ever had is one tree, and you've never tried this before." I shrugged.
"Well, last year at school I saw what Christmas is SUPPOSED to look like." I explained. "The manor just looks so DULL."
"Ange," He started warningly.
"Nope! You can't bring down my spirits day before Christmas Eve!" I informed him cheerfully. "Now are you going to help me?"
"Nah, I'm just gonna sit back and watch you fail." He smirked, leaning against a tree. "Your misery brings me joy." I rolled my eyes, still smiling.
"Aren't you just a ray of sunshine." I laughed sarcastically. When I finished with the branches, I put them back on the sled, and dragged them to the back door near the dining room. Puffy and Snowy followed me curiously, and I smiled at them. "Can you two go keep an eye on father and tell me if he's coming?" I asked. Puffy squawked, and the two ran around the house to watch the window in father's office. Draco shook his head.
"They don't understand a word you're saying." He told me. I ignored him and opened the door, handing Lola a garland.
"You know what to do." I told her with a smile. She hooted (a difficult task with the garland in her beak), and flew over to the staircase at the end of the room. As I was hanging a wreath on the door, John came over to see what was going on. "You wanna help John?" I asked him. He squawked in annoyance, then plopped himself down next to where Draco was sitting under another tree. It's fine, John never liked getting involved in group activities. I heard Lola hoot, and turned to see that she had hung the garland along the right banister of the staircase. "Good girl!" I said as she landed on my shoulder, handing her a treat.
"Do you think they can understand her?" Draco asked John. The bird squawked again. "Me either." My brother replied, shaking his head at me. I rolled my eyes and ignored both of them. I threw some red ribbon at my brother.
"Tie that into a bow please." I ordered.
"Why should I?" He asked.
"Because you're little baby sister whom you love asked you to?" I replied sweetly, batting my eyelashes. He groaned and rolled his eyes.
"You just HAD to play that card, didn't you?" He grumbled, starting to tie the ribbon. I smiled.
"If you have an unbeatable card, you don't keep it in your deck." I advised insightfully.
"Whatever." He muttered. I then got Lola to hang a few more garlands around the room, as well as a wreath above the fireplace. When that was done, I strung some ribbon along the mantel, and tied the garlands on the stairs in place with red ribbon, and tying the bottom two in bows. When Lola and I went back outside, Draco had fallen asleep under the tree. I took the large bowl I had asked him to tie, and smacked the top of his head. He snapped awake, holding the spot I had hit. "What the bloody Hell was that for?" He asked, annoyed.
"You can't sleep in the snow, you'll freeze." I replied, closing the door and grabbing my sled again.
"Where're you going now?" Draco asked warily.
"The foyer." I said simply. "It could be a lot prettier." He rolled his eyes. "You don't have to come." I told him.
"No, I'm coming." He said, standing up. "I want to see how bad this gets." I shrugged, and started walking around the house. We passed Snowy and Puffy along the way, and they squawked in a calm way, letting me know it was safe to continue. Lola rode atop Draco's head, much to his chagrin. When we got around to the front entrance, Lola took the other 2 wreaths I had, hanging one on each of the large doors. Then we went inside, and I admired the tree for a minute. It was beautiful, but… it needed something. And luckily, I had that something. Lola helped me put garland along the staircase on either side of the tree, and I strung small bows I had made from more ribbon on the branches. After a few minutes, the room was filled with red and green. There was just one more thing it needed. I took one of the balls of light that had already been on the tree and examined it. It was exactly what it sounded like, a ball of pure light, that you could hold. I carefully tied the ball to the center of the large bow Draco had made, and whistled softly to Lola. She grabbed the bow, and placed it securely at the top of the tree. NOW it was perfect. And perfect timing too, because I could hear Snowy and Puffy going crazy outside. Father was leaving his office. Lola and I quickly went back outside, and I grabbed my sled to put it away. Draco asked no questions, and simply followed me, back behind the manor, then back through the back door.
"Ok, well, I don't want to be here when father kills you, so I'll be in my room." He said, climbing the stairs to the 4th floor, where our rooms were. Just how many floors does the manor have? 5 I think. 6 if you include the dungeon. Yeah, we had a dungeon. I think mother and father use it for storage now. But that's off topic, anyway, I followed Draco upstairs, went to my room (right next to his) to put my outdoor things away, and went back downstairs to finish my homework in the dining room. Ah, that was better. It was much easier to concentrate without the room being so empty.
After about an hour of hard work, I heard a sound coming from the doorway that led to the kitchen. I looked up, and saw the head of all our house elves, Jilley. She looked a bit terrified when she realized I'd noticed her. "Jilley is sorry miss Angie, Jilley only came to set the table for supper miss." She said, he voice quivering. "Jilley will leave." She added, slowly backing out of the room.
"No, it's ok Jilley, I was just finishing anyway." I told her, closing my book. "I'll get out of your way."
"No, it is Jilley who is in the way." She insisted, her voice still shaking. "Miss Angie doesn't need to-"
"It's fine Jilley." I assured her. "You can set the table. I can go get my mother and father if you like."
"N-no, it is the job of the house elves to fetch their masters for dinner." She replied, still terrified.
"Well, you all have enough to do, cooking, setting the table, cleaning," I explained. "I just thought you could use a bit of help."
"Jilley is most grateful miss," she said. "But Jilley must insist."
"Alright then." I agreed. Jilley only then noticed how festive the room was.
"What has happened?!" She asked in fear. "That dopey Zipney has done it again! Oh, master Lucius will be most angry with Jilley for not stopping her!"
"Calm down Jilley, my father won't be angry with you." I told her. "I did this." Jilley looked surprised.
"But then, won't master Lucius be angry with YOU?" She asked. I shrugged.
"Maybe, but this place is always so empty," I went on. "I thought all it needed was some holiday cheer." Jilley smiled a bit.
"Jilley agrees miss," she began. "But Master Lucius may not."
"I'll cross that bridge when I get to it." I replied. Jilley nodded, and I got up so she could set the table.
When father saw what I had done to the dining room, it honestly went a lot better than I thought. I mean, he yelled for a bit, but mother told him to stop, and that it was about time we decorated for Christmas with more than just a plain tree. Father said nothing else, and we all sat down to dinner.
Up in my room, while Lola was sleeping in her little basket (I didn't think it was nice to keep her in a cage), I was finishing some last minute Christmas presents. I was knitting the last few rows on Nigel's hat (yellow with two purple stripes along the bottom), so that I could finish sewing together Mal's mittens (orange with a green stripe along the wrists), and Dennis' gloves (red with blue fingers and a blue stripe along the wrists). Yeah, I could have just bought them a hat, mittens and gloves, but it was more fun to make them. Plus, I was getting good at knitting and sewing. Once I had casted off the hat and sewed it together, it looked almost store quality. At least, I think it did. I might be a tad biased though.
Once I finished the sewing on the last glove, I wrapped everything up in 3 packages, along with a letter and some candy (every flavour beans for Nigel, chocolate frogs for Dennis, and fizzing whizbees for Mafalda). Then put them in a bag, and gently woke up Lola. "Lola, can you be a little father Christmas and deliver these?" I asked her. She hooted cheerfully, taking the bag. "Great! The blue one's for Dennis, the Red one's for Mafalda, and the Yellow one's for Nigel." I told her, pointing to each package in turn. "Got that?" She hooted in agreement. "Off you go then! Be home before morning!" I told her, opening the window. She hooted one more time, then flew out into the sky. I smiled, then thought of something. Lola always went out in the cold, and all she had was some feathers to keep her warm. That gave me an idea. I picked out a nice sky blue yarn, and got to work.
After about 2 hours, I had finished. I had made a little owl vest and matching hat. They were sky blue with light pink accents, and the vest had little pink buttons. I knew Lola would love them! But, my favorite part, was on the hat, I stitched in the words "Lola Allie Malfoy", which was her new full name. She had always just been Lola, so I thought a proper name would make a good gift. But she couldn't have it until Christmas, so I wrapped it and hid the package in my bedside table's drawer. With that, I went to bed, tired, but happy.
The next morning, I woke up in a very good mood. It was Christmas Eve! Lola was sitting quietly in her basket, cleaning her feathers and waiting for me to get up. I hurriedly got dressed in my green A sweater I'd gotten from Mal for my birthday (because it was Christmasy), and got Lola to sit on my desk. I took out some ribbon and bells, tied the bells to the ribbon, and tied it around my owl's neck like a collar. Then I picked her up, and quietly walked out of my room, and to Draco's door. I opened his door slightly, then nodded to Lola. She gave each a little hop, then flew into his room, her bells ringing loudly. I closed the door, and ran back to my room. About a minute later, Draco burst into my room, with Lola on his head, her bells still jingling. I smiled at him, and took Lola off his head. "Happy Christmas Eve Drakie!" I said cheerfully.
"What the bloody Hell is wrong with you?" He asked in annoyance.
"Many things dear brother." I answered with a smile. "Fly Lola! Spread Christmas joy with your music!" Lola hooted happily, and flew out of my room.
"Father will kill you." My insightful brother told me.
"Good for him." I said, still smiling. "Now come on, we've got a busy day ahead of us!" I grabbed his wrist and pulled him along with me downstairs.
"Why me God?" He moaned. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Come on, it'll be fun!" I told him.
"What are you planning?" He asked nervously. I gave him a sly grin.
"You'll see." I said simply.
"I'm scared." He replied.
I was skipping along down a trail in the forest, humming jingle bells as Draco reluctantly followed me and Lola flew overhead. "Come on Ange, where the Hell are we going?" Draco asked. I shrugged.
"Haven't the foggiest." I replied cheerfully.
"So, you're leading me blindly through the woods?" He clarified.
"Yeah, pretty much." I confirmed.
"Wonderful." He mumbled sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"Come on Drakie, it's fun to walk around in the snow!" I testified.
"Stop calling me that." He muttered.
"Nope." I said simply. "I can't believe you still expect me to, you've been asking for what, 7 years?"
"6." He muttered.
"Exactly." I replied. Then we reached a clearing with a frozen over pond. "We're here!" I said. Draco looked around.
"Where's here?" He asked. I shrugged.
"Not sure, but there's a lot of snow." I replied, making a snowball and throwing it at him. He rubbed his arm where it hit.
"Why are we here again?" He asked. I thought for a second.
"I'm not sure." I said. "But I'm sure we'll think of something!" Then I turned and started sliding around on the ice.
"No, YOU can think of something." He told me, sitting down against a tree. "I'm just here to make sure you don't get lost."
"Fair enough." I answered, smiling. Lola flew down and landed on Draco's head. She really seemed to like that spot before he got a haircut. Weird. He looked up at her.
"Get off my head Lola." He said to the small bird. She hooted, then hopped into his lap instead.
"I told you she speaks English." I told him smugly. He rolled his eyes, and stroked her head.
A little while later, I had built a snowman out in the woods, because snowmen are life apparently. As I was drawing a face on it with a stick, something pushed me into it. Guess what it was? That's right, it was a GIANT BEAR- just kidding! Jeez guys, so serious, of COURSE it was Draco! "What the Hell is wrong with you?" I asked him warily.
"Nothing, I'm amazing." He said with a smirk.
"Well, help me up!" I reminded him. He held out his hand and I took it, then pulled him into the snow next to me. "Revenge!" I laughed, trying to bury him. He laughed and shoved me away from him.
"You're mental." He told me.
"It's taken you this long to realize that?" I asked with a laugh, shoving him back. He stood up.
"Come on, let's go home, I'm starving." He said
"Just eat the snow!" I exclaimed, throwing some at his face. He spit some out and laughed.
"There's something wrong with you." He said, helping me up.
"There's something wrong with both of us." I laughed, jumping on his back. "Onward!" I yelled, pointing forward.
"Get off me!" He laughed.
"Nope! Guess you'll have to carry me!" I replied cheerfully.
"Fine." He chuckled, rolling his eyes. Then I got a piggyback home, so that was fun. He doesn't look it, but Draco's fairly strong. Lola flew overhead, hooting occasionally, her bells still ringing merrily.
When we got back to the manor, we had lunch, then sat in the sitting room right across from our bedrooms, Draco reading, and I doing more homework. Draco looked up at me over his book. "Ange, you don't need to do your schoolwork yet." He told me. I shrugged.
"Hey, after this all I need to do is read chapter 35 of that stupid DADA book again." I explained. "I don't want to be up all night the day before classes start again doing it all."
"Fair enough," he agreed. "But it's Christmas Eve, don't you have anything better to do?" I thought for a second.
"You could read me a story." I offered. He laughed a bit.
"You're 12 years old, and you want me to read you a story?" He asked. I nodded. My brother sighed. "Sure, ok." He replied.
"Yay!" I said cheerfully, sitting in the chair right next to his. He chuckled.
"You're way more excited than you should be." He said, flipping through the pages of his book. "You're just lucky there's already a Christmas story in here." I smiled.
"Ok." I replied, settling into the armchair. Then he started reading.
"Long ago, there was a carefree young lad named Geoffrey. Geoffrey's parents had been a witch and wizard, but he never really knew them, as they had died when he was 5 years old. Geoffrey lived with his older brother Milton in an enchanted Forest, where it was warm in the summer, and frigid in the winter. Their small shack was made of logs, held together by nails, mud, and a bit of Milton's magic. Geoffrey spent many days alone, as Milton had a low paying job as a newspaper salesman at the ministry of magic. But one of these days changed his life for the better.
On a particularly cold Christmas Eve, Milton was getting ready to leave for work, when he realized his robes had so many holes in them that he'd surely freeze in the cold. Geoffrey offered him his own robes, but Milton refused to take them, instead putting an extra shirt on. Milton told Geoffrey he would be home late that night, then left through the floo, without another word.
That night, just before he went to bed, Geoffrey saw a single star in the sky out the window. His mother had told him long ago, that a single star was the most powerful magic of all, and that if you wished upon one, all your dreams would come true. As Geoffrey thought of what to wish for, an image popped into his head. Milton. The brother who had dropped out of Hogwarts when he was just 14 to take care of him, the brother who had cared for him greatly given the circumstances for 5 long years, the brother who had refused to take his robes even though needed them more. Geoffrey owed his life to Milton. So it only seemed fit to wish that the favour be returned. So, Geoffrey begged the star to please, give his brother everything he could ever want, because if anyone deserved it, it was Milton. With that, Geoffrey went to sleep.
The next morning when Geoffrey woke up, Milton was sitting at the table, staring at letter in his hands. Geoffrey asked what it was, and Milton turned and beamed at him. Someone at the ministry had found their parents will, which included all of the money in their Gringotts vault, and the house they used to live in. Everything had been left to them. The two boys would be able to afford all the best in life, and Geoffrey would be able to start at Hogwarts the following year. Milton could afford to quit his job in order to find a better one, and they would never have any troubles again.
As years past, Geoffrey never failed to thank the star every night, especially on Christmas Eve, for giving his brother the best gift of all: financial stability. The end." Draco finished, closing the book.
"That was a terrible story." I said bluntly. He shrugged.
"I don't know, Pansy gave me this." He sighed in annoyance, dropping the book on the table next to him. "But you're right, that had almost nothing to do with Christmas, yet it was called 'The wishing star of Christmas'."
"But thanks for reading it anyway." I said, giving him a hug.
"No, I'm not getting over this, that story was just awful." He went on. I nodded in agreement. Then the house elf Zakky walked in.
"Miss Angie, young master Draco, Jilley has sent Zakky to fetch miss and young master for dinner." He said informatively.
"Ok, thank you Zakky." I said politely, getting up. "Come on Draco!"
"Coming." He said warily, following me. Then we went down to dinner.
That night, I set out cookies for the house elves for when they put my presents by my bed as I sleep (most people probably had their parents do that part, but the house elves did it for us), then took Lola's bells off and put her to bed in her basket. She slept peacefully, while I read 'The tale of the three brothers'. Not sure why, maybe I just needed to wash away that story Draco had read me. Honestly though, I did like that story's message: sometimes we have to make sacrifices for people we love, and if we commit, we'll get something wonderful in return. I mean, that's normally not the case, but still, heartwarming nonetheless. Anyway, when I finished the story, I went to sleep, excited for the next day.
Hope you guys enjoyed! Second half should be up soon. I've also been pretty busy because I'm starting high school on September 5th. Yay for me! Well, anyways, bye!
-Anwyn:)