Hey! I know, long wait. Like an eternity. And I didn't even leave you with a relatively good chapter either. My great apologizes!! You guys probably want to shoot me for how bad I've been doing lately. I have a relatively good excuse though, I swear. You see, my school is all about the whole catholic thing. I had to read this torturous book--100 questions about chastity, sexual purity and other crap like that. The worse part was that the guy answered all the questions with five pages of nonsense that made me want to carve my eyes out!! It was pure torture and it took me forever to read it. It was only 211 pages but it was hell--okay, maybe that's an exaggeration…but it was bad. Then my lovely friends had a mini birthday party for me!! We had a sleep over where we didn't sleep and we saw Stardust--GOD, the main character was cute and Robert D'Nero was hilarious!!!! Then I started school and you know what my teachers did? They bombarded me with homework, projects and tests. Then, I had a birthday party to go to, a school function, I slept over my sister's, I went to another birthday party and now I'm completely exhausted.

Reincarnated Love

Chapter 23- In Love With Ron Weasley

Hermione slid into the library as quickly as she could; lugging Ginny behind her. The two girls hurried to a relatively empty part of the library.

"Hermione," Ginny whined. "What is it?" she asked. Then she glared at her friend. "And it better be good! I was just about to…"

"Of course it's good!!" Hermione interrupted. She looked around nervously. "I wouldn't snatch you from Harry for something trivial!" she all but shouted at her friend.

Ginny groaned and then sighed. "Alright, what?"

Hermione made another quick sweep around the area. "Here," she said, handing Ginny a small envelope.

Ginny took it in her hand gingerly. "What?" She looked closely at the handwriting. Oh Shit! Could he still be after Hermione? Jeez, does this guy give up? Ginny stole a glance at Hermione, who was worried beyond all reasoning. She sucked in a breath and opened the most recent love letter.

Hermione waited as Ginny scanned the letter. She waited--impatiently--for her friend to say something. Ginny looked up with wide eyes.

"He wants to meet you…again?" Ginny asked, confused and slightly peeved.

"Well, I kind of stood him up last time," Hermione said, feeling slightly guilty. "I was supposed to go during that Hogsmead trip, but Draco…" she trailed off feeling the full force of her guilt. The poor guy spent all his time sending secret love notes to her and she chose someone over him without even breaking the news to him. She felt horrible. The least she could do would be to let him know she wasn't interested.

"Don't feel bad," Ginny said. "I think the guy's a creep."

"Why do you say that? You don't even know who he is," Hermione said.

"Well, for one he must be stalking you--to know where you are all the time that's just…Ugh." She shivered with disgust.

Hermione couldn't deny it. Her secret admirer had to be a little creepy given that fact alone. Then there was the fact that he knew things about her that she had never told anyone. She had thought that when she stood him up last time, he would give up on her. Now, he wanted to meet her in Hogsmead the upcoming weekend and he probably had the idea that she'd go to the ball with him as well. After reading the dreadful letter, she was thrown into a frenzy and now she was dragging poor Ginny into the mess.

"What can we do?" Ginny asked, more to herself. She stared off with a vacant expression. "Draco's gonna be pissed if you go," she added. Hermione nodded in agreement. "He'll get all overprotective with jealousy and freak out--thinking that he's losing you." Ginny's eyes widened.

"Yeah," Hermione said. Then she realized something. She turned to Ginny. "How did you find out about me and Draco? I don't remember telling you."

Ginny looked at her friend. "Oh, well I assumed that since you kissed him and all you finally realized that you…" Ginny looked at Hermione's disbelieving expression and trailed off. "Alright, Gwyn told me and Harry." Hermione's mouth dropped. "But, you basically told me by confiding in me about all the kisses. Remember the Christmas decorations?" Ginny amended.

"When did Gwyn say it was official?" Hermione asked, a slight hostility to her voice.

"During Christmas break." Ginny tensed as she said it, ready for an onslaught. "She said he finally admitted to both you and himself that he loves you," she added.

"You were in contact with Gwyn?" Hermione asked, her eyes narrowing. Ginny nodded. "She can't keep her mouth shut can she?" Ginny shook her head in immediate agreement.

"Right, well we just have to figure out how to get out of this," Hermione said. She switched back the main topic with slight ease--which, to be honest, freaked Ginny out a tad bit more.

"The poor guy is still hanging on to you," Ginny said with no real sympathy in her voice. She was thinking hard. "Gwyn could help," she suggested. "She was the one who help get you two together." The statement slipped through Ginny's lips without her paying much attention. She didn't realize it until Hermione looked at her curiously.

"What do you mean by that exactly?" There was a slight edge to Hermione's voice.

"Well, Gwyn was annoyed with Draco for letting you go--you know a couple weeks before break--and she devised plans to get you together." Ginny forced herself to say no more. Hermione narrowed her eyes at her best friend but sighed when she realized she'd get nothing out of her.

"Come on," Hermione said, dragging Ginny out of the library and down to the dungeons. She reached the hidden Slytherin Common Room and entered, whispering the password. Hermione stormed in without paying attention to the curious Slytherins. She found Gwyn sprawled across the floor by the fire. She was intently reading a book but looked up when the two girls stood above her.

"What a pleasant surprise!" Gwyn exclaimed, jumping to her feet. A miraculous smile escorted her pleasant greeting. "To what do I owe such a pleasantry?"

"We need help," Hermione said.

"Say no more," Gwyn said, putting her hand up to stop Hermione. "I just need to find my handy assistant." She looked around and her eyes landed on a rather gangly first year. "You!" she practically barked. "Can you go find Pansy for me?" Her suddenly sweet tone must have scared the kid to death. He gave a small squeak and dashed up the stairs. A minute later, Pansy descended the stairs and met them.

"What do you need?" Pansy asked.

"I need you to go find Spencer and tell him to stall Draco… I need to postpone our little gathering," Gwyn said. She looked at Hermione and Ginny.

"For how long?" Pansy asked.

"As long as he can…which should be pretty easy."

"Righto," Pansy said and turned to find Spencer.

"Alright, what is it that you need?" Gwyn asked.

"Can we talk outside or something?" Ginny asked. Gwyn sighed but followed the two girls outside. She was led to the very edge of the lake and they stopped, apparently satisfied with the distance they gained from the school.

Gwyn looked at Hermione and Ginny expectantly. "What's this about?"

"That kid who's been writing to Hermione," Ginny said.

Gwyn's body visibly tensed. After all the work she had done to keep that kid from meddling, he still seemed to pop up. "What about him?" she asked stiffly. Finally, Draco had admitted to love--weakness as he saw it--and now some kid was trying to mess it all up.

"Well, he now wants to meet her," Ginny replied with obvious frustration.

Gwyn stared at Ginny and then at Hermione. Were they ever going to get a break? After everything, didn't they deserve a day--or two--of rest? Obviously, someone thought not.

Pansy

Pansy paced the Common Room. She hadn't told anyone about her recent thoughts. Frankly, she saw them as fevered thoughts--the kind people should be locked up for. More than once, her mind had drifted to Ron Weasley. Yeah, she knew it was odd. In fact, all of her friends would have her committed! If only they knew what was going on in her head. But they didn't know, and she wanted to keep it that way.

Pansy didn't have a problem with Draco falling for Hermione, even if she was a muggleborn--who received years of torture from Draco and herself. When Pansy first heard about Draco's love for Granger, she felt an angry jealousy come over her. She had spent the past seven years trying to get him to look at her the way he did Hermione. Those seven years were thwarted by a girl he barely noticed before. Of course, Pansy felt increasingly lousy as the time went by but now she didn't mind so much. After Lisa, Draco deserved to have someone like Hermione by his side. She would surely stick with him through anything and everything. If she didn't, then she'd be letting the Gryffindor inside her down.

Enough about Draco and his complicated love life. Pansy needed to focus on her own, rather conflicted love life. The question was, what was she going to do about her tormenting, revealing dreams of a certain Ronald Weasley? Every time she closed her eyes, he was there with her. She had spent the entire break playing and replaying their kiss over and over. She could still feel the warmth of his lips and the urgency that seemed to come over her. She needed him at that very moment. She couldn't and wouldn't let go. That had been the single most perfect moment of her life. Well, that and the first time Draco had kissed her. He was rather tipsy but it was still the best kiss she ever had…until Ron, that is.

Pansy shoved those thoughts out of her head. Her pacing became more frantic. What could she down? Was there anything to do about it? She needed obvious help.

"Working up the courage to ask Weasley out?" Pansy immediately matched the thickly accented voice with Spencer. She whirled around to see him smirking at her.

Like Gwyn, Spencer was completely neutral on the whole Gryffindor vs. Slytherin thing. He liked to hang out with whoever he wanted to and no one seemed to mind. He was so easygoing and fun to be around that there was absolutely no one who didn't like him. He was liked by Gryffindors and Slytherins alike. Knowing this, a thought struck Pansy. Maybe Spencer knew how Weasley felt towards her. She could…NO! What am I thinking?!! Why would I ask? I don't care, I don't care! You don't care!

"And why would I be doing that?" Pansy spat more harshly than she had intended. Spencer wasn't offended, he just arched one of his eyebrows.

"Because, he likes you and you like him. Get over the lifelong feud thing and just ask him out," Spencer said casually. He plopped down on one of the couches. Pansy tilted her head and stared at him. "Would you like me to advise him to write you love letters?" He was teasing her now. She hurled a pillow at his head and he ducked just in time.

"Oh, your bossy girlfriend asked if you could hold off Draco for a while. She said to just keep him busy for as long as you can." Pansy sat herself down next to Spencer.

"And did the bossy highness tell you why, by any chance?" Pansy snorted and he took that as a 'no'. "Well, I should go find the pain-in-my-arse Slytherin Prince," Spencer said, using his favorite nickname for Draco. He was about the only person who got away with it. "If it makes you feel better, he feels the same way about you." With that, he was gone.

Pansy sat on the couch alone, thinking. Was she developing a soft spot for the Weasel? Or did she just like the way he kissed? There was only one way to find out. Pansy jumped up and ran out of the room, bumping into a vaguely familiar face.

"Sorry," she said quickly. The boy that stood before her was rather tall and quite cute. He had dyed red hair that was cut short with the ends in the front turned up just a little. His skin was perfectly tanned and his lips almost made Pansy's mouth water. He was so close to perfect that it scared her. He was no Draco (nor was he a Harry, Spencer, Blaise or Ron for that matter) but he would be a good understudy. Why hadn't she seen him before? "Are you new?" she asked stupidly.

"I transferred late last year actually," he said. Even his voice was to die for.

"Oh my god! And I haven't seen you?" Pansy asked shocked.

"I guess not. I'm in almost all your classes," he said, making her feel worse. She must not have noticed him in all the crazy confusion in the past year. Between taking down Voldemort and bringing Draco and Hermione together, she was busier than a worker bee.

"I'm…"

"Jason!" She surprised herself by remembering the name. "Jason, right?"

"Yeah," Jason said with a grin. "Well I have to be off, so I'll see you around." He was gone before Pansy had the chance to say anything.

"Merlin! How do you miss a guy like that?!" She shook her heard in disbelief and kept on her way. With too much in her mind, Pansy bumped into none other than the very Weasley that clouded her thoughts. "Oh crap! My apologies!" she said without looking at who it was.

"Watch where you're going Parkinson!" Ron growled.

Pansy froze and her body became rigid. Then a swarm of feelings washed over her like a hurricane. She felt an extreme joy at his presence. Yet there was slight distress because of the tone he was sporting. Jesus Christ! Why the hell do I care about his tone? He can be in a bad mood if he wishes to be! "Why don't you, Weasley?!" she immediately responded.

"I don't have time for you right now, so move," Ron spat. The words stung as they reached Pansy's ears. She had never felt hurt by his displays of hatred towards her before. But now, her heart was stinging as if it were cut by the sharpest of blades.

"What the hell is up with you?" Pansy retorted.

"Why do you care?" Ron asked.

"I…" She thought for a moment. Why did she care? Ron noticed the pause and looked at her carefully, only slightly softening his glare. "I don't really know," Pansy said, defeated. "You just look…I don't know, pissed. I was just--" She thought for another minute. "Never mind," she said and started to walk off. You could only imagine how she felt as the joyful shivers ran up her arm when he grabbed her hand. She turned to look at him. His glare was completely gone. It was replaced by a look of shock, awe and slight confusion all rolled into one. Pansy arched her perfect eyebrows and Ron immediately let go.

"Uh…" he said unintelligibly. "Sorry," he added. He looked as if he wanted to say something more but couldn't bring himself to do it.

"What?" Pansy asked finally. Her conscience had won over her urge to leave before she did something they'd both regret. She couldn't possibly leave him looking all troubled; not without at least trying to get something out of him.

"Nothing," Ron mumbled.

"Merlin! Are all boys so annoyingly emo when there is something wrong?" she asked. "You make it look like you want someone to care but then when someone does care, you give them a halfhearted shrug and the crappy reply of: Uh, nothing." Ron just stared at her with wide eyes. "It's not just you, it's guys in general." Pansy blew out a large quantity of air and sat on the floor, not caring if she was in the middle of the hallway.

Ron slowly sank down next to her. "It's not nothing really," he said.

"I knew that already," Pansy said.

"Yeah," he laughed a bit. "you did. No doubt everyone else knows as well," he said.

"They probably do," she agreed. "So what is it?"

"It's kind of stupid really," Ron said, suddenly self-conscious. Pansy looked at him expectantly. "It's just, one of my best friends is with our biggest enemies."

"Hermione and Draco?" Pansy said, making it sound more like a statement than a question.

"Yeah, I don't even know why it bothers me so much. It's not like I still like her or anything…"

"But he's your enemy. It's like everything is changing way too fast for you to catch up," Pansy offered. Ron stared at her and a smile crawled across his lips.

"Yeah, that's exactly how I feel," he said.

"Don't worry, everyone feels that way at least once in their life. You just have to keep going on until you do catch up 'cause sooner or later you'll be the one moving faster than everyone else." Pansy stared at the window on the opposite wall as she spoke.

"So, how was your Christmas?" Ron asked absently.

"Christmas was like two weeks ago," Pansy said.

"I know but still," Ron said. "Right, my Christmas was the same as usual. It was crowded, stuffy, loud, busy and happy. All in all, an entertaining break from school. How 'bout you?"

Pansy thought for a while. Her Christmas was horrible. Until now, she had successfully forgotten about it. How could she explain it to him when she didn't even explain it to her closest friends? After a while, she just blurted it all out. "My father got sick and spent most of the holiday in the hospital; so instead of me staying with my father, I was stuck with my mother. My mum's boyfriend, decided to move in and try to convert me to whatever the hell he is. My cousin keeps hitting on me and my uncle was drunk the entire time. The only good thing was that my brother came home from Germany." Pansy thought again. "Oh and my mother is getting married to the jackass she calls a boyfriend since he got her pregnant. And she wants me to be her friggen' flower girl."

Ron stared at Pansy. "Wow," he said. "Is it that bad at your place?"

"Yeah, everything got hectic when I turned fifteen. After that I spent most of my Christmases at Draco's or Blaise's. But upon the odd occasion that I stayed home, that's how it would be…except at my dad's I had more fun."

"Jeez, I always thought that you guys had perfect lives," Ron said.

"No, we only lead people to believe that. It increases the godlike appearance," Pansy said lightly.

Ron grinned. "Nice," he said.

"Come on, we have to start duties soon," Pansy said. Ron was already standing and he held out his hand for her. "Thanks," she said, allowing him to help her up. She tried hard to ignore the joy she felt as his touch.

The two former enemies walked off to perform their prefect duties together. They talked as if they had never hated each other before. Both of them allowed themselves to enjoy the company of the other as much as they could, knowing that in the span of two days they would be back to subtly ignoring each other's existence. Of course they would no longer belittle one another but they would only just barely acknowledge the presence of the other. They were the best of friends but their relationship was slowly working through all the kinks.

Monday was dreary and Pansy wanted to ignore her duty to go to classes and sleep in but she couldn't. With a huge sigh, she slowly dragged herself out of bed. The ache in her neck told her she had developed a stiff neck from her sleeping position.

"Note to self: find a new way to sleep," she grumbled as she attempted to heal the annoying stiffness of her neck.

"Morning sleepyhead!" Gwyn sang as she left the bathroom. Pansy replied with a tired grunt. "Hello to you too!" Gwyn said, grinning.

Pansy slammed the bathroom door shut and climbed into the shower. Surprisingly, she was awake enough to remember to get out of her clothes first. Her shower took only minutes before one of the other girls in their dorm complained that they needed to use the bathroom as well. Pansy dragged herself out of the bathroom and into her dorm where she proceeded to dress for school. Something felt wrong. She had never been so tired or grumpy…or sick--now that she thought about it.

"Come on slowpoke," Gwyn said. Pansy looked at her and nodded. She got up, not bothering to tuck her blouse in.

"Alright, I'm coming," Pansy said. She grabbed her bag and followed Gwyn down to breakfast. With each step, a feeling of dread crept up her body. She tried to shake it off but it only increased.

"You okay?" Gwyn asked. She was watching Pansy's face become paler as they reached the Great Hall.

"Yeah," Pansy said.

Unconvinced, Gwyn watched her with caution. Obviously, there was something wrong but she chose not to push the matter. The two girls walked to their usual spots at the Slytherin table. Blaise was sitting with Spencer but Draco hadn't come down yet. Spencer grinned at Gwyn as she sat down next to him but Blaise looked positively grumpy. Pansy sat down across from Gwyn feeling a strange unease.

"What's with you?" Blaise griped. Even he--in his grumpy, sleepy state--had noticed her strange appearance.

Pansy just shook her head as Draco plopped down next to her.

"That Weasley is asking for it," he grumbled.

"What'd he do? Bug you about brainwashing Hermione again?" Gwyn asked.

"No, now he's pissed 'cause he thinks everyone else knew but him," Draco said.

"Well, technically, they did," Spencer said.

"And for good reason," Gwyn added. "He would have gone crazy and then he'd be giving us all these 'I'm watching you' stares."

Pansy didn't pay attention to the conversation. She was too preoccupied with the increasing dread as the owls came with the morning's mail. She stared daggers at the owl that settled itself in front of her. Mail from her mother could only be depressingly frightening. With shaky hands, Pansy managed to snatch the letter from the owl. It glared at her and flew off immediately.

"What's up?" Draco asked. Pansy looked at him. At the sight of her complexion and the dread in her eyes, his look of concern deepened. "Pansy, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine," she said, not even able to convince herself. Draco stared at her for a long minute. He heaved a sigh and turned to his food. Pansy looked down at the letter in her hand. She had no intention to read it then--not in front of her friends. She slipped it into her pocket and finished her breakfast.

"Potions is going to be a nuisance," Blaise groaned. They were all walking to the dungeons, headed for their potions class. "It's not the same without Snape giving us the breaks we didn't earn," he added.

"Yeah, I kind of miss him," Draco mumbled. Pansy knew he regretted what had happened during that last battle with Voldemort. He had let his anger take hold of him and ended up killing one of the greatest men who ever lived. Draco would forever kick himself because of his stupidity.

"Well, Blaise you're lucky that Slughorn favors you," Spencer said. "He has some sort of vendetta against me."

"Aw, no he doesn't," Gwyn said. Pansy just followed her friends into the Potions classroom, silently. She sat down next to Gwyn as she usually did and tried to resist the dreadful urge to read her mother's letter.

Two classes passed and Pansy went through each in a slight drone. She could barely resist reading the letter and yet she dreaded what it would say. By the time she reached her fourth class, she couldn't keep herself from reading it. She pulled the letter from her pocket--hands shaking like crazy--and began to read.

Pansy,

I have some terrible news. No, it is not about the wedding. It will still be happening despite our last conversation. As you know, your father has been sick. Actually, he was not just sick, he was frightfully ill--in mind and in body. Well, just a few days after you went back to school, he took a huge downward plunge. he was getting better but last night he plunged again. I'm sorry to inform you that your father has passed away. We are planning the funeral and I will send you the information so that you can talk to Dumbledore (I assume he still teaches there) about taking a leave of absence. Everything is under control so there is no need to worry. Goodbye, see you soon.

Your Mother

Pansy dropped the letter and watched it slowly fall to the floor. Her whole body was shaking now. She attempted to calm herself and it worked relatively well. For the rest of the day, she did what she was told, answered questions and droned on through the day. She had no idea how she'd get through her prefect duties. She dragged herself to the meeting and plopped down in a chair. Draco gave her a concerned glance but she shrugged him off. Pansy had no time to explain anything to him.

The meeting went by without Pansy giving it her full attention. She was way too preoccupied to think up more Winter Ball ideas. When they finished and everyone headed out for their patrol area, Pansy followed Ron. She was practically lifeless by the time they got to the fifth floor.

"What's up with you?" Ron finally asked. He was fed up with her silence.

Pansy almost jumped at the sound of his voice. It was shockingly soothing. "Um, nothing really," she said, half dazed.

Ron looked at her skeptically. "Now, who's emo?"

Pansy looked at him and clenched her fists, refusing to burst into tears. However, this attempt was futile. She felt the sobs erupt from her. She was like a volcano, erupting tears instead of lava. Her tears stained her cheeks and she was reduced to a hiccupping, sobbing buffoon. She felt completely humiliated. How could she start crying in front of Ron Weasley--of all the people? Her feelings changed abruptly when she felt him wrap his arms around her. She collapsed into his figure and cried harder. She clung to him, trying not to drown herself in her own tears. They stood there holding each other--with Ron doing most of the holding.

"He's gone," Pansy said through her uncontrollable crying. "He's…he's gone…he's… never…coming…b-back." She couldn't even form a complete sentence without hiccupping or sobbing in between.

Ron stood there holding her. He had no idea how it all happened but he was suddenly holding a frightened and fragile Pansy. He didn't know what to say to her or how to calm her down. Pansy knew she was basically dumping herself on him but she couldn't help it. She felt vulnerable and stupid. But ultimately, she felt safe in Ron's arms.

"You want to talk?" Ron asked gently when Pansy calmed down a bit. She pulled back from him a little.

Pansy breathed a little and sighed. "Today," her voice was shaky but she tried to go on. "I received a letter from my mother. Somehow she managed to sound like a coldhearted bitch in a letter baring regrettable news. My father died last--" she couldn't finish, instead she buried her face in his chest and began to cry again.

"I'm guessing you and your dad got along well," Ron commented.

Pansy lifted her head and stifled a sniffle. "Yeah, I even like my step mom...she's cool, unlike the home wrecker my mom's dating."

"Are you okay now?" Ron asked.

Pansy nodded and pulled farther away from Ron. They started their actual patrolling. "Thanks," Pansy said. "for putting up with that. You didn't have to."

"Yeah, I kind of did. I don't mind," Ron said. "So do you mind telling me about you mother and the home wrecker--though I thought they were only women."

Pansy half smiled. "They are only women, usually. I call him that as an insult."

"And an insult it is." Ron said.

"My mother is a perfectionist. She must perfect everything in her path, including her daughter. For the longest, I was too fat for her. Then I was too skinny. I was too tall, or too short. I wasn't allowed to eat for a while and then I wasn't allowed to eat certain things. My hair was too long, too short, too soft, too thick, too thin. I was always too much of something," Pansy said. "When she met her boyfriend, it only got worse. He helped critique me on everything. Soon after that, I wasn't allowed to hang out with certain people, or say certain things. It was rather oppressive."

"Jeez. What a life," Ron mused. "Yet again, I would have never thought your life was like that."

"Yeah, well we Slytherins don't like flaunting our troubles around." Pansy smiled sourly. "But my dad made my life happy. He was always uplifting and fun. We did almost everything together. Then he got married to Lydia. She was nice enough. She tried too hard sometimes but I liked that she did try. They had two kids: Cal and Hunter. Lydia already had a daughter from her old marriage and that was Holly. You guys met her last year, she's one of Gwyn's friends. So that part of my family wasn't so bad."

"Holly…the one with the blue hair?" Ron asked. Pansy nodded. "Don't they call her blue or something?"

"Her full name is Holland-Blue. Don't ask why," Pansy said. They stopped, having checked the entire fifth floor. "Thanks Ron." She looked at him for a long moment. "I feel really stupid for breaking down like that but thank you for making it better."

Ron stared at Pansy. Her brown eyes sparkled as she looked at him. "Y…you're welcome," Ron said.

Pansy looked at him for another minute, stood up on her toes and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks again," she said. She backed up and hurried to the Slytherin Common room, leaving Ron feeling the spot on his face that her lips had touched.

Pansy was quite happy with herself. She had figured out what her real attraction to Ron was. It wasn't just the kiss, she was actually falling for Ron. Of all the people, she was in love with Ron Weasley.

Sorry again!! This chapter (as you can see) was mainly to establish Pansy and Ron's position in all the craziness. I felt that I hadn't shown a lot of them and they need the spotlight for a bit. I love you all so pleaaasse review!!! (even if it's to yell at my extreme tardiness). Oh and you all should be stoked for Sweeney Todd, the best movie ever!! I can't wait 'til it's in theaters!! It has Johnny Depp in it and Helena Bonham Carter and Alan Rickman and Timothy Spall. I'm so excited. I watched the preview over and over the other day! I tell you this in preparation for my next rant which will be mostly about this new movie!!!