Hello, Everyone! I hope you all have/had a wonderful Easter :D
I'll give you a slight recap but I think this chapter will refresh everything (hopefully!)) ::: Okay, so Lily has a little brother who's a second year, his name is Dudley and he was kidnapped earlier this year (and recently came back). Lily and James had a falling out on Valentines day. Remus is going strong with Hufflepuff girlfriend Carly Viridor. And the Ryan family suffered a blow.
My apologies if there are inconsistencies and there is a difference between Mulciber (as in Mulciber and Avery) and Mulciber Ryan. I love Mulciber Ryan. Okay, not really, I love most of my characters equally. Most.
And onto the chapter!
Chapter 27: Of Creaking Bones and Secrets
It was Sunday evening and the Gryffindor common room was full of activity. Lily's little brother Dudley and his friends were having a competitive tournament of wizards chess with some other kids in their year. Remus Lupin had managed to sneak his girlfriend Carly Viridor through the portrait hole and they were now sharing a moment while James and Sirius imitated them to humor Alice, Gemmaline, and Pete, who were supposed to be doing extra studying for an upcoming transfiguration exam.
Adora Grae was sprawled across a couch trying every incantation she could come up with to open the journal she had purchased from the stationary store, and Lily Evans was in her room finishing homework and doing everything in her power to distract herself from the noise in the common room; she'd like to go down but she wasn't in the mood to argue with James (three arguments and one slap to the cheek was plenty for a day).
"Oh, James, I love you so much I can't even stand it."
"Sirius, Sirius, wherefore art thou Sirius!"
"I love you the most."
"No, I love you more."
"James, what does my tongue taste like?"
"Like cherries on top of a sun kissed valley."
"If I loved you anymore, Mr. Potter, I'd burst."
"Please, my Sirius, don't burst, my life without you would never be the same."
"And neither would mine, dearest James."
"Remember that movie we saw together last weekend."
"I'm afraid I remember no movie, just the way my hands trailed your breasts."
"They're quite luscious aren't they?"
"The only thing more luscious than your breasts, James, are your lips-"
"Does anyone else think this is verging on creepy?" Gemmaline finally said.
"Creepy? You three are the ones watching."
"Four!" Adora added "You two are making quite a scene."
"At least Remus and Carly are keeping their sickly sweet commentary to themselves, yeah?"
"What about us?" Remus asked, turning around.
"Nothing, nothing at all," Sirius said flippantly, "Go back to your love fest."
"Actually we were thinking about taking it to the corridors." Remus winked and pulled Carly against him.
"As long as I don't have to watch, I won't complain," James said as he threw an arm over Sirius which Sirius promptly threw back.
"Watch what?" Carly asked. Remus leaned over and whispered something into her ear which made her giggle and kiss his cheek. This display of affection led to a collective round of sarcastic awing.
"I'll be back," he said to his friends and pulled Carly off of the couch and towards the portrait hole.
"Use protection!" James shouted. "Better cautious than knocked up!"
"Don't put anything where it shouldn't be!" Sirius called.
Remus had one arm around Carly and the other high in the air with a monetary finger salute.
"Gemma!" Someone called her name from the stairs. She whipped around and saw Lily standing there already in her pajamas. "A bird wants you."
"Be right there."
"Why are you still sitting so close to me, James?" Sirius asked, gesturing at the lack of space between him and his best mate.
"Uhm, good question," he muttered and jumped to the other side as Gemmaline rose up and left for the dormitories.
'*' '*' '*'
"I think it's Felicity's bird," Lily said, sitting back on her bed which was covered in an assortment of parchment, quills, and open texts.
"It is," Gemma replied as she untied the envelope from the bird's outstretched leg, "Lily, what happened between you and James?"
"Honestly?"
"No, lie to me," she remarked dryly.
"I hate you."
"What happened?"
"You have a letter to open, do that first."
"No, you tell me what happened first because I'm not oblivious, Evans."
"Fine." Lily drew a deep breath and closed one of her books for no apparent reason. "I saw him leave the pub and I knew he wasn't having a good night so I went out to talk to him, like a friend, then he kissed me-"
"Did you kiss back?"
"I may have."
"Continue."
"He kissed me then he asked me to be his valentine and I said I'll think about it and he blew up at me and we haven't really been on speaking terms since…"
"I can't believe you actually told me all of that without being physically and mentally tortured first."
"Yeah, well, I need help. I want James to be a friend again."
"Oh my dear Merlin. He told you everything he was going to do, didn't he?"
"You mean that he's liked me forever and he can't just be friends and watch me with someone else?"
"That, yeah."
"I wouldn't say he told me that. It was more like 'Dammit, Lily' tone of voice… if that's what you're saying."
"Wow, and I didn't think he had the balls."
"Apparently he does." Lily scowled. "Can I go back to my work now?"
"Sure," Gemmaline replied distantly, distracted by the letter. It looked different from Felicity's normal letters which were long and usually formal, however, this one looked like a note she normally scribbled into her journal.
Gemma, I'm sorry this is really short but I don't have the energy towards anything and Mulce said I have better handwriting. But something happened again.
Dad came home.
This is hard to write because I haven't even thought about it yet.
But they're gone; mum and dad. We didn't see anything- well, we did but it was all a blur- we just ran like they told us to.
Mulciber and I just found out that Uncle Nott is our legal guardian. We get to stay in our house though, so at least I don't have to leave the moors but they'll be moving in with us because our house is bigger and we have more houselves. I'm scared for them, I've seen what Nott does to his son when he misbehaves. Last thing I want to think about is what could happen to the houselves.
I guess the funeral is in a few days. That's what Mulciber said. I refuse to talk to my aunt; he doesn't like her either but he's better at tolerating. You don't need to come, school is more important.
I shouldn't have to tell you this but I will anyway in case you had another 'falling out', but please tell your sister and Sirius before they start hearing other stories. Everyone else will know in a day or so. TheProphet was already here. And so was the ministry.
~Felicity
For someone who was always composed, especially in writing. When Felicity's sentences weren't carefully planned out and her letter wasn't written like a novel it was evidence that she was not only heartbroken, but hiding something. Felicity was a terrible liar, especially in writing.
"Are you alright, Gem?"
She forgot Lily was still in the room.
"Uh-yeah."
"That's a lie."
"I've got to, uhm-" Gemmaline darted from the room in quest of Sirius and Adora.
'*' '*' '*'
Per usual, Severus Snape sat at the Slytherin table toward the front of the hall next to Goyle and a third year with a very rotund middle. As they were slurping away (sounds he had grown immune to), he was reading the headlines of the Daily Prophet.Nott to be put on trial for the Holland murder; Bertie announces new flavor of bean: Despair; Magical rights activists protest the treatment of prisoners: New petition for destruction of Dementors and so on. They were anything but extraordinary. As he was scanning through a headline, he did happen across his attention; Rosalind and David Ryan found dead in their home.
Late on Saturday evening several warnings came to ministry attention when 4 killing curses were cast in the Ryan's home. At the time of the curses, over twenty wizards were present in the home and it is unknown as to who they are and what other charms were cast. Given the circumstances, it is unlikely there will ever be an answer to the case.
Mr. and Mrs. Ryan leave behind their two children Felicity (14) and Mulciber (15). Both were present when the attack took place but neither had any comments.
"It's unusual that the ministry can't trace anything, but the circumstances were so ideal it's impossible to pin point anyone without a real witness." Comments Alastor Moody of the auror offices. Aurors are currently scrambling to find any information they can.
"It's a shame that such great people had to die," replies Anthony Nott who was the brother of Rosalind. The Ryans will be laid to rest this coming Saturday. Only relatives and close friends are invited to attend. A small memorial service, however, will be held at the ministry on Friday to commemorate the recently deceased.
If anyone has further information that could contribute, please contact the auror offices through either owl post or directly.
Slowly Severus lowered the paper, this wasn't fair. He wasn't a fan of the Ryans but he knew they were better than the rest of the families.
He wondered if he should say something to Gem about cutting connections. But he thought better of it. Though, he should at least talk to her.
Suddenly there was some commotion at the Gryffindor table. It started with Lily, Alice, and Gemmaline giggling at the marauders as they wiped something from their face (at first it was assumed to be food) but it continued down the table with a unique popping noise that got louder as the hall got quieter. First, the bananas exploded in a mess of yellow paint, one at a time down the table until it got to the end on the table. Then nothing exploded. Most of the hall thought it was over so the Gryffindors wiped their faces and laughed for the moment while the marauders eyes grew wide.
The next moment all the food at the Gryffindor table erupted into a spray of multicolored paint. Covering the face of every single maroon and gold student in thick, sticky paint that was sure to stain.
The entire table was in outrage, but no one's rage quite compared to the fire in the marauder's eyes. They were fine with competition, but prank theft? They were fuming. Not one marauder even uttered a word that morning.
But Severus Snape on the other hand, was in quite a chipper mood. His heart swelled with a sense of house pride that morning; a feeling he hadn't felt in a very long time.
'*' '*' '*'
"I call our 14th official meeting to order-" Sirius began, standing on a desk in an old, abandoned classroom on the seventh floor and glancing from James, to Remus, and then to Peter, "We'll start with the new, official oath of the Marauder-hood. One hand over your heart, other on the map." The four boys positioned themselves around the map and Sirius continued the ritual. "Everything that is said in this meeting is confidential to the marauders and is not to be brought up outside the sanctity of the meeting-"
"Aye."
"Any illegal happenings are not to be reported."
"Aye."
"Any heartfelt moments that would make outsiders question manhood is forgotten the moment the meeting is closed."
"Aye."
"We believe that Slytherins are inhuman and deserve to be humiliated."
"Aye."
"We believe that the torment of Hogwart's Caretakers is vital to the stability of social structure. We believe that fireworks are Merlin's gift to man. We believe that first years and girls are cheap shots and we will not target them directly. We believe that Pranking Through the Ages, Trick or Charm,and, The Encyclopedia of Novelty,should all be held to the highest esteem. And we believe that detentions are rewards of bravery with minor consequences."
"Aye."
"Without further ado, we solemnly-"
"We solemnly swear we are up to no good."
"The meeting may commence. Remus, you have parchment?"
"Course. Is the oath really necessary though?"
"How dare you question the sanctity of the oath," James gasped.
"Point of order-" Sirius interrupted, "Remus Lupin is allowed to question whatever he wants because he's taking my notes in Trans-."
"I did not agree to that!"
"It doesn't matter; I know where you hide them." He grinned and Remus glared.
"Point of order!" James shouted, "What's on the agenda?"
"What's not on the agenda?" Sirius countered dramatically.
"I have notes," Remus directed, grabbing parchment from his pocket, "Redeem our status and get revenge on Slytherins, James is going to tell us about Lily, Sirius' corner, and I have a new catalog from Zonko's."
"Okay, we'll start with the Slytherins.-"
"How in hell did that happen?"
"I think we're forgetting that the Slytherins are known for their cunning, and it's not that hard. All they had to do was overhear us during potions then swap the tables in the kitchen; we learned that spell last year."
"Right, so we need to come up with something better."
"Fireworks?"
"We used those last time." Peter stated.
"Secret admirer letters?"
"No, that always ends terribly." Remus said quickly, flashing back to second year, where he had a crush on Lily at the same time as James.
"Er-" James started awkwardly, "What about a stalker letter? It'd be really easy with how sexually desperate they are."
"Not bad," Remus commented as he scribbled it down, "We could only target one person and, personally, I think it would be lame if we went after Snape-"
"Malfoy?"
"I do not want to taunt a sixth year who's in with the Cult." That also took Oliverus Grae out of the question no matter how badly Sirius would have liked to punch him in his face.
"What about Cosette?"
"Isn't it a little unfair to go after a girl?"
"Maybe. But do you have any better suggestions?"
"Avery? He hasn't heard from us in a while. Or Mulciber, I guess. – Do you ever wonder what it would be like if Mulciber Ryan came to school here?"
Sirius just ignored James' plug and found his less forgiving side, "Let's get both of them. It can't be too hard."
"Yeah, we'll just lure them somewhere, cast a few- or, polyjuice potion."
"Or we could do something less illegal like use actual girls."
"And polyjuice potion takes so long to brew."
"But we're not getting girls without using a love potion or unforgivable curses."
"Love potion sounds pretty ingenious. I'm sure we could find someone at Hogwarts who's willing to sell some."
"There's a seventh year Hufflepuff whom I've heard brews anything if you pay for it."
"Exactly, we'll get some love potion."
"Wouldn't it make more sense to give it to them, then? Instead of humiliating a few innocent girls?" Remus Lupin, ever the voice of reason, interrupted.
"Or we could get the entire table love drunk-"
"No, that'd be overkill, yeah?"
"Bollocks!" James shouted, "There is no such thing!"
"Point of order!" Remus shouted, "Let's decide on a plan, write it down, and move on."
"We're dosing up Avery and Mulciber on love potion which we will attain from Hufflepuff sources," Pete summarized.
"Right then, what girls? Dunno, let's try Cosette and Croatia."
"Croatia hasn't done anything though," Peter said.
"She's friends with Prynne." Sirius shrugged.
"Lily?"
"No, James, you're an idiot."
"Each other?"
"Remus. You are brilliant."
"We'll start with small doses then we'll gradually increase it."
"This is brilliant. Official signing of The Plan, now?"
"Wait- we need to name it."
"Operation Porcupine."
"Operation Sexual Frustration."
"Operation Swamp Things."
"Operation Experimentation."
"I like Operation Swamp Things. Because they're two Slytherins and people will think we're talking about Crabbe and Goyle, the dumb asses who can't tell the difference between dragons and lizards." Remus scribbled down a Prank Statement, title, and date then passed it around to be signed.
"Shall we continue to the next order of business?" Sirius asked after he passed the paper back to Remus who folded it up and put it in an envelope.
"No, skip it," James muttered.
"Scared, Potter?" He grinned.
"No. I just don't need to talk about it."
"James, just tell us why you two keep yelling and she keeps hitting you," Remus encouraged.
"No." He crossed his arms over his chest like a stubborn child.
"Please."
"No."
"Come on."
"It's none of your damn business."
"We're marauders."
"And I'm James." He glared.
"Come on, mate, what'd she do to you?"
"Or you to her, we're not judging."
"Everything said here remains here, right?"
The three boys nodded in reply and James drew a deep breath.
"I told her everything on Valentines Day. I told her how she made me feel and how hard it is to watch her with other guys 'cause I've always- well, whatever- then we kissed." He paused, feeling anger rising up again, "I asked if she'd be my Valentine and it would have been perfect, but no. She hesitated and I walked away. I'm done with her. But we keep getting in arguments."
"That explains how tense you get every time she walks into a room."
James nodded, "You'll forget all of this when you leave this meeting right?"
"By oath."
"Uhm, we're running out of time," Remus pointed out.
"Oh, we could look at the Zonko's catalog anytime."
"Yeah, but Sirius wanted to say something."
"I don't need to."
"Go on, I already shared," James replied menacingly.
"Alright, then. Well, -uhm- Gemma told me something this morning and I'm not supposed to tell you but I will because we're under oath...Felicity and Mulciber's parents were killed on Saturday. And, well. I'm really worried about them- Fee and Mulciber, that is. They're my closet friends next to you."
"What happened?"
"No one knows yet."
"Sirius, I'm sorry," James said sympathetically. He knew that the Ryan house was a saving grace to him. It was the only place he could evade his father in the summer.
"I might have to leave then. This weekend," Sirius said awkwardly.
"But it's a full moon on Friday."
"I'm not leaving then-"
"Sirius, go," Remus said gently.
"No, I'll stay. Its marauder bonding and animagi practice."
"I've been transforming on my own since I was six. So go ahead, your friends need you."
"You sure-"
"Of course I am."
"Speaking of transformations..." James trailed, "Have you told Carly?"
"...No, not yet." Remus said shyly.
"Will you?"
"Probably not." He sighed, "She wouldn't understand and I don't want to scare her."
"You'd be-"
"I'm not telling her," he snapped. "Can we close this meeting now? I think we've covered everything."
"Alright," Sirius sighed before starting the closing. "Are all doctrines and volumes accounted for?"
There was a moment of silence and an unenthusiastic 'Aye'.
"We vow that anything discussed in the walls of this room will not be disclosed nor discussed in public or outside the realms of this meeting."
"Aye."
"Mischief Managed, then."
"Mischief Managed," they said in unison and left for the common room.
'*' '*' '*'
Sometimes it was hard to believe that outside of the castle walls, a world was still turning. Students became so enveloped in the school that they let the real world pass by. It was so easy to look over the world's problems when they weren't your own.
A handful of students solemnly remembered this as they were excused from their Friday classes and allowed to return to reality for a day or two. It wasn't a pleasant leave, though. It was excruciating.
They accompanied two of their oldest friends and stood by them as they faced one of the hardest moments of their lives.
But even deeper than the bond of friendship, a brother and his younger sister sat next to each other in the front row. Their eyes were trained to the two caskets in front of them. Felicity watched the flowers sway unceremoniously in the wind, drifting back and forth and forth a little more before receding. Those flowers were right over her mother's face. Felicity knew she was allergic to them too. And part of her felt she should do something, the other wondered what the point was.
Mulciber squeezed his sister's hand. He couldn't protect her from this. All he could do was stay strong and watch as different people strode forward to say different, empty things. Then she leaned against his shoulder and then she started to cry and he felt tears prick his own eyes.
"Final words before we lay them to rest?" The man leading the ceremony asked gently.
Mulciber stood up with his sister and they took a few steps closer to the caskets. And for a long moment they stared listlessly at their parents' eternal home.
"I promise, dad."
"We love you," Felicity choked, "So much."
"You'll always be with us."
He squeezed his eyes to fight away the tears but his sister fell against him, trying not to cry. He wrapped his arms around her and they just stayed like that. Comforting one another as they lowered the coffins into the ground.
It was a moment so personal that their closest friends and those with genuine sympathy looked away while the others stared at them with sick fascination.
And one by one, people left for the banquet, the crowd diminished, and the wind grew stronger until the only people left were the siblings and their immediate family. A cold, light hand squeezed their shoulders.
"Come on Felicity, Mulciber. We should get there before the food goes cold."
"Because food is more important than our parents," se retorted. She only pursed her lips and pushed them towards the muggle car.
"A lot of things were more important than your parents," their cousin Colton muttered.
"Take that back-" Mulciber's hand shot for his wand but their aunt interfered.
"Cole doesn't mean it, does he?" She glared at her son, "He's just hungry."
Felicity just rolled her eyes and ducked into the car.
"I want you two to be polite to everyone who talks to you," their aunt continued, "I want you to look upset but don't cry. And treat your uncle like a second father-"
"You just want to win the court case," Mulciber muttered.
"No. I care about you two and I don't want you two to lose your status because-"
"Because we cried at our parents funeral? This is ridiculous!" Felicity shouted.
"Keep your voice down, love, we're almost there."
"Could we just go home?"
"That would be selfish, this banquet is for you."
"No it's not. It's just another social function to boost statuses."
"Because you'd know all about status," Theodore snorted.
"Shut up!" Felicity yelled.
For the last minute of the ride everyone had retreated to themselves. And when they got there, their aunt and cousin hurried into the building while Felicity and Mulciber took their time. They sat at a table with Gemmaline, Adora, and Sirius, but none of them said much. They just bore the same burdens as people with deceiving smiles and false encouragement, coming up and offering condolences.
Their uncle stood up, clearing his throat to draw attention and a moment later he had taken his wife's wand and pressed it to his throat. "Thank you, everyone for your condolences and support for my late sister and her family. It means the world to us. They say good comes from the bad and that everything happens for a reason so I'd like to take this moment to welcome the good into my life. Felicity and Mulciber, please stand up." Reluctantly they did as they were told, shooting loathing glances at their friends. "Me, my wife, and my son Colton want to welcome you into our family. A toast to my newest children." There was a round of polite applause followed by the clink of champagne flutes.
As Felicity slipped back into her seat, she looked ready to break.
"Fee, are you alright?" Gemma asked.
She shook her head but gave a flash of a smile that said 'I will be'.
"Gemmaline, could I talk to you a moment?" Mulciber asked. She nodded and followed him through a set of doors and into a hallway. He leaned against a wall and looked up at the ceiling, his hands stuffed in his pockets. "I can't take this." Mulciber Ryan had never felt so empty in his life. It was like something had been ripped from his chest and thrown away forever. It was a kind of pain that brought tears to his eyes.
"I hope you're not expecting an inspiring pep talk or something."
"It's alright. You're better company than Sirius. You don't care if I talk or not."
"Not really." She smiled slightly and joined him in leaning against the wall.
For a while all was silent.
"Was it quick?"
"It felt like it. But all I remember is curses bounding off the walls and running for the stairs and making sure Fee was with me."
"Hmm, so a bit like New Years Eve?"
"I suppose you could say that."
Another lull.
"I wish Felicity didn't have to go through this," he confessed, "She doesn't handle pain."
"What about you?"
He shook his head and started to blink away oncoming tears. "I'll be fine."
"It's okay," she whispered and moved to comfort him. He let her fall against his chest and his head rest on hers. The silence was comforting.
At some point their lips met again as they always do and they didn't leave for a very long time.
It was amazing how this connection could take away what they were feeling, that something as simple as a touch could save him. But then guilt started to flower as the kiss grew deeper in bare increments. It was an indulgence; her lips were. His sister didn't have this release. This was selfish. He withdrew and somehow Gem understood.
"It's the promise isn't it?" she asked intuitively after a moment of silence.
"Wha-?"
"I heard what you said, Mulce."
"I don't like talking about it. It's-it's not easy."
"That's what makes Sirius cry too." She giggled and he cracked a smile.
"Gem, you are a great friend."
"I know," she replied, leaning onto his shoulder. "Maybe it's time we go back."
"I don't want to see my uncle."
"I wouldn't worry about him. I'm sure he's going to Azkaban."
"No, he'll find a way out of that."
"We'll see, come on."
"Alright."
They walked back into the hall. A small weight was lifted from Mulciber's shoulders until he saw the hurt in Felicity's eyes.
"What did we miss?"
"Well your uncle went back to make a speech and guess who has our house until you're of age?" Adora muttered viciously playing with the napkin in front of her.
"What?"
"Luckily you're fifteen, so that's only two years, right?"
"I don't care," Mulciber snapped, "They can't do that, can they? I mean what if they sell it? They're not selling it, are they-" He turned to Felicity but she was shaking her head.
"Sounded like they want to move in though." Sirius added.
"But, we- they can't."
"English?"
"Next Wednesday." Felicity whimpered.
"What's wrong , mate? You look-"
"I'll tell you later," He answered more harshly than he had intended as Bellatrix Black stumbled towards the front of the room.
"I have an announcement to make!" She cackled, supported by 'friend' Rodolphus Lestrange. "I'm terribly sorry for the loss, Mulciber and Felicity. But I think it's time for some good news with the bad, am I right?" She paused, waiting for clapping or cheering or something but when none came she just continued, her untamed black hair flying away from the bind of charms and pins. "Anyway, Rodolphus and I would like to announce to our friends and family here that we're engaged!" She held up her hand but no one at Felicity's table saw it because they were too busy sharing glances while everyone else clapped and smiled.
'*' '*' '*'
It was Saturday night and only one day after Remus's last transformation. James was eager to get a head-start on their upcoming prank but Remus was more anxious for a good night's rest. Somehow James was able to sell the idea to his friend and around eleven o'clock that evening they were on their way to the third floor near the statue of the hog and the flying ostrich (it was down one of the lesser known corridors and across from a narrow window). They had made an appointment with the seventh year Hufflepuff. Concentrated love potion from a student would work far better than spending more and getting diluted love potions from Hogsmeade.
"You have the sickles right?" James asked.
"Uh-huh."
"On the bright side, Rem, when Sirius gets back we'll be ready to go."
"When does he come back?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"Oh."
"Feeling any better?"
"Maybe if I were dead," he retorted. "Let's just get this over with and not get caught."
"Mischief Managed," James whispered to the map and stuffed it in his pocket.
"Be careful with that, it's just parchment and it will tear," Remus noted and pulled the invisibility cloak off and set it on the window ledge.
"Now what?"
"Wait," Remus remarked and leaned against the stone wall and closed his eyes.
James paced for about five minutes, glancing at the map about every thirty seconds until-
"Psst, are you the Marauders?" A distinctly female voice asked out of the darkness.
James nodded but it took him a moment to remember it was almost pitch black, "I mean yeah."
"And you wanted three vials of non-diluted, basic love potion?"
"That's us."
"Here you are, but that'll cost fifteen sickles."
"Isn't the Potion maker a man, because I specifically-" James started as he handed her the coins.
"Not necessarily, it's a very elusive business." She winked, closed her hand over the sickles and slipped back into the shadows.
"Did you see that?" James whispered towards Remus with profound disbelief. Remus only grudgingly opened one of his eyes before replying.
"You do know its illegal trading, right?"
"Yeah, but."
"But? The reason is that they don't want anyone to actually know their identity in case someone gets caught and truth serum is involved."
"Ohh!"
"I swear you get dumber the later it gets."
I hope this chapter made you laugh a little, I've missed their antics quite a bit.
And please review, your words make my day :) (Unless it's this Tuesday, I feel like very little is going to top the Born This Way episode of Glee and Darren Criss. But I do encourage you to try!)
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"And you get more bitter by the minute."
