Note: I've kept you waiting for a long time (again). I haven't lost my interest in this story, I do love writing it, but sometimes I just get nasty writer's blocks, and then I get very busy at work, and then I get both at the same time. Also, I swear, time used to go a lot slower in the past. Now, it just whizzes past.

Enough of the excuses, here's the chapter.

o.o.o

The Founding of Pigwarts III – Chaos Is Served

Chapter 51: Two Sides to a Door

'Twas late in the evening and somewhere in the castle of Pigwarts Ginny was walking towards the Professors' Lounge, brooding, frowning, and possibly even sulking. She paid little attention to the lurking shadows, and to those lurking within the shadows, and it was all mostly well, because the truly interesting shadows were lurking on the other side of the castle.

There, in a remote room double checked and triple warded, the Millennium Trio gathered together for a serious meeting. They had not stayed in the deserted hallway after it had not stayed a deserted hallway; very carefully they had moved through the castle, using their special abilities, i.e. keen hearing, on-the-edge nerves, and Darry's Invisibility Cloak, to detect any trouble before it befell on them. It had turned out quite a risky business; more than once they each had had to stifle their own gasps and clap their hands on mouths of those less successful. They had, of course, prepared themselves for being surprised in a thousand times and in a thousand directions, although the word 'thousand' had become a bit taboo among them, but some things were too shocking to be coped with in silence.

"Their Haa Day has nothing to do with Academics!" Bron blurted out when Merryone gave the signal for free speaking, having ensured all the right wards were in all the right places.

"No tests, no examinations, no practicals, nothing!" he raved on. "And they get the day off! To do as they please!"

"Yeah," Darry agreed, though without much enthusiasm. He disliked the Haa Day as much as Bron – or not; no one could dislike the Haa Day as much as Bron – but there were some other ideas lurking in his mind.

"Did you hear what they said, though?" Merryone reflected. "First prize for Mary O'Kelly?"

"They dress up as animals and get awards for this! Can you believe it?"

Merryone glared at being thus ignored, and Darry, anticipating another fight, quickly supplied, "What about Mary O'Kelly?"

"Could it possibly be the Mary O'Kelly?" Merryone turned towards him, sounding excited.

"Who's Mary O'Kelly?" Bron asked.

"I know neither of you has ever even opened Pigwarts, A History, but have you never been to the Trophy Gallery either?"

"Yes, I have," Bron replied, "I had detention there once, cleaning stuff."

"And you didn't come across the name Mary O'Kelly?"

"Well, I was in the recent awards section. That place is huge! If I had to clean everything in there, it would take me months. With magic."

"Have you really looked at all the Trophies there?" Darry asked, "The place looks infinite."

"That's because in the time of the Headmistress Johanna Yosemith, ten times more school awards were given out than under the rule of any other Head of the school. She was really generous when it came to that. She said there was nothing more gratifying or heart-warming than to hand out an award."

"I don't see what's so important about a school award," Bron said, "just one more cup to collect dust in the Gallery. No one ever goes there. None of that eternal fame and glory that they talk about. A few years, and you're forgotten. Like this Mary O'Kelly. Nobody knows who she is now. Except for you, but you can probably name every single student that has ever studied here."

"Of course I cannot," Merryone said, but her glare looked half of a notch less harsh than before.

"What's so important about this Mary O'Kelly?" Bron asked, softened by Merryone's softening.

"Mary O'Kelly was the first Pigwarts student to earn the school reward," the elf explained. "And she got it for her achievements at the Haa Day."

"I can't believe it!" Bron complained, "They muck up some great tradition by turning it into a complete hell!"

"You said the book was lost some time ago," Darry remarked, "And then rewritten from memory."

"It does make sense," Merryone said, nodding, "they remembered that Mary O'Kelly won the first school award for the Haa Day, but they can't remember what the Haa Day is?"

She frowned, because put like that, it did make sense. Very little sense.

"They remember the name of some random student, but not that the Haa Day was for dressing up as animals?" Bron asked, doubtful.

"You're right," Merryone reluctantly agreed, "but listen, it must have been someone else. They said they rewrote it from what was left, what they remembered and maybe from what they read from someone else's notes. That makes sense. If you write something down for yourself, you'll make it short. Mary O'Kelly – first award given – Haa Day. You don't need to elaborate because you know what the Haa Day is. Then suppose someone else finds the notes. Mary O'Kelly, first award given, that's clear enough. But Haa Day, what is a Haa Day? So they have to deduct it. What could the first school award have possibly been given for? Is it logical to assume it was for good grades? Possible. It must have been the best guess of the rewriters, and it wasn't a bad guess. So House Animal Appreciation Day becomes Highest Academic Achievement Day, and everyone's happy. Except for Bron."

"How could anyone be happy about this?" Bron exclaimed, "They had a day of fun and relaxation, and we have to do exams for a month. That is not fair."

"I might be wrong," Merryone shrugged, "We all might be wrong. Maybe their Haa Day is also followed by exam sessions. We don't know. Too bad we can't stay and find it out."

"We can't stay?" Darry asked, an odd note in his tone.

"I want to stay," Bron whined, "I want to have their kind of Haa Day."

o.o.o

"What do you mean you didn't clear this up?"

"What do you mean Professors can't partake the Costume Competition?"

"Oh, let it go, Daph. You got to be a duck. What more could you possibly want?"

"The Best Costume Award for what most certainly was the best costume," Daphne declared, "that Mary O'Kelly had nothing on me!"

"That Mary O'Kelly worked hard on her costume, all you did was go to Susan and ask her to turn you into a duck."

"So the winner is the one that goes through the most trouble, not the one who achieves the best result?"

"The winner, here, is the one with the most beautiful, funny, and ingenious costume. All you did was turn into a duck."

"You mean I wasn't beautiful? You mean ducks aren't beautiful? Hermione, tell Ginny that ducks are the most noble and exquisite creatures, and I was a very pretty specimen!"

"You were beautiful, and funny, and ingenious. And if teachers had participated in the competition, I'm sure you would have won. Now, how did it go in the Ministry?"

"Bad! She failed! At everything!"

"You didn't talk to Mr Brown?"

"I tried to. But somehow he learned that I was coming, and locked himself in his office."

"And that stopped you?"

"Well, I thought that if I started blasting doors in the Ministry, someone might get the wrong idea."

"Why didn't you just talk to him through the door? You should know that's entirely possible. And anticipating your next question, no, I will not let you out of there before you give me a satisfactory explanation on why you didn't sort everything out."

Hermione sighed. When Ginny had informed her of Daphne's return and suggested that they should talk to her about it, this wasn't exactly what Hermione had had in mind. She didn't know if Daphne had locked herself in the bathroom, or if it had been Ginny's doing, but when she'd reached the scene, the bathroom door was locked and Ginny was yelling at Daphne through it.

"I told you. Mr Brown locked himself in his office. Of course I tried to talk to him, but he didn't answer, and by the time I'd managed to discreetly open the door, he was gone. He'd climbed out of the window."

"Now I know you're lying," Ginny said, "there are no windows in Mr Brown's office. It's below ground."

"Well, I didn't say the window opened up upon a busy street, did I? It was some sort of air shaft, for… air and possibly memos."

"You mean the respectable Mr Brown squeezed himself into a memo shaft just to avoid seeing you?"

"Where exactly do you know this Mr Brown?" Hermione asked, wondering if they were dealing with a second Daphne.

"I got the school license from him, didn't I?"

"I mean, how did you know him before that?"

"I didn't."

Hermione tried to exchange a glance with Ginny, but the redhead was busy glaring at the door.

"I thought you knew him. I thought that's why he gave you the license without further investigation."

"That would be corruption, wouldn't it?" Daphne remarked, "No, I think he gave me the license because he wanted to get rid of me. I was yelling at him, I think."

"You were yelling at him to give you a license?" Hermione asked, shell-shocked, "and he just gave you one to shut you up?"

"No, well, yes. I tried to blackmail him first, actually. But it didn't work. Her wife was a clown, you know."

Hermione frowned, "You might have to explain that one."

"His wife was a clown before they married. You know, circus, balloons, that Muggle stuff. Anyway, I tried to use the fact to blackmail him into giving me the license, but he didn't, and then I just screamed until he gave me the license."

"And that's the kind of person who's going to revoke our license?" Hermione asked, still shocked.

"That's the kind of person who gave us the license," Daphne remarked, "He's probably just trying to correct his mistake."

"I cannot believe this!" Hermione despaired.

"I know," Ginny agreed, "she just yells and everyone runs to cater to her needs. Why won't they all come running when I call?"

Hermione took a few calming breaths, started to say something, stopped, took a few more, and then spoke, "We're very lucky that this has happened. If someone found out how we got the license, we'd be banned forever. But now we stand a fair chance. We just have to do what we should have done in the first place – prove that we can be a school."

"Is this the part where you start freaking out and claim that we're too young and stupid to be teachers?" Ginny inquired carefully.

"No. I'll do that later. Right now… Ginny, let Daphne out of the bathroom. Or better yet, let's go in there as well. We've got things to discuss."

"I'm not going into a bathroom with Daphne," Ginny protested, "you know what she does in there. People will start talking."

"We already had a romantic dinner," Daphne cooed. "That's the next logical step."

"You see, you see!" Ginny insisted, pointing at the door.

"Then let's go to my room," Hermione suggested.

"Ooh, don't do it, Ginny. You know what she does in her room."

o.o.o

"We've been over this," Merryone hissed, "we cannot stay here. We've already stayed here too long. We better go find a teacher – any teacher – and ask them to send us back home."

"And if they cannot?"

"Then they better figure it out. Fast."

"I don't get it," Bron confessed, "I know why time travel is such a hazard, all that stuff about going back and killing yourself. But this is a thousand years in the past. It's ancient history. I don't know about Darry, but there's little chance me or you run into our ancestors."

"You don't get it," Merryone insisted, "It's more than just ancestors, although your father is a wizard."

"A Norwegian wizard," Bron remarked, "as far as I know, none from his family went to Pigwarts."

"Yes, you've told me. They were too busy hunting snorcacks. If they'd paid more attention to their education, the crumple-horned snorcack might not be a hair away from extinction as it is now."

"But why can't we stay here a little longer?" Darry asked.

"Because everything is connected with everything else!" Merryone squeaked. "You don't know what you may change by messing with history. Things that happened had better stay happened the way they did happen, or else they may never happen in the first place. You think you're all fine and jolly, you may be walking and talking one minute, and then puff, and you're gone."

"Aren't you being a little too cautious?" Darry asked, which was weird, because he never said anything that might have upset Merryone, and Bron – who had experience in the field – considered this exactly such kind of thing.

"Would you like to go in a puff?" Merryone snapped, irritated.

"I think I'm willing to risk it."

"Yeah, me too," Bron said.

Merryone inhaled sharply, "If the two of you are willing to risk your future, and the future of countless other beings, that's your choice. But don't you expect me to approve of this."

"Aww, Merry…"

"Don't call me that!"

Bron looked at Darry, who glared back, telling that he was not going to change his mind. And Bron wanted to stay, too. From what he'd seen of the ancient history this far, he rather liked it, though he'd never thought much of history. But there was Merryone, and of her he thought a lot.

"Perhaps weshould consult with a professor," he suggested. "You know, just in case."

o.o.o

Ginny was the first to enter Hermione's room, and therefore the first to see the room's sole occupant. To her disappointment it was not Draco, lying naked on the bed with a rose between his teeth, but a brunette girl sitting at the desk, fully clothed. Her eyes were shaded with dark glasses and her expression was one of annoyance and boredom.

Ginny stared at her, curious. She'd never seen the girl before in her life. She waited for Hermione's greeting, but the recognition came from another source.

"Lorella!" Daphne exclaimed.

Despite her hidden gaze, Lorella made it apparent that she was anything but happy at meeting with Daphne. Good, Ginny thought. It was irritating enough that Daphne knew everybody, at least she wasn't friends with them all. Her satisfaction lasted a moment; then, Lorella turned her head and regarded Ginny with the same look of dislike.

"Lorella?" Hermione inquired.

The girl shrugged, clearly displeased.

"Everybody thinks they know what's best for me," she muttered. "Live in a sodding fairy tale."

"Did you have a fight with Blaise?" Daphne asked.

Blaise? Ginny wondered in confusion, missing the similar expression on Hermione's face. Lorella sneered, then shrugged apathetically.

"There's a problem with the school," Hermione explained, sitting down on the bed. "We'll be under close inspection."

"Hey!" Ginny exclaimed. "I thought this was going to be a… a Cuckoo matter."

"Cucumber, you mean?" Daphne corrected.

"No, we decided on cuckoo," Ginny insisted. "Didn't we?"

Lorella snorted, "You're so weird."

"Thank you," Daphne said, beaming. "We do try."

"Lorella is fine," Hermione spoke, "she's a— friend."

"I'm her confidante," Lorella added. "She tells me everything."

Ginny exchanged a look with her duck-obsessed friend. This was even weirder than Daphne. Who was this strange girl? How could Hermione have a friend – a confidante – without Ginny knowing anything of her? And why did Hermione speak to this girl, when she could have told everything to Ginny instead? And what was the everything that Lorella knew but Ginny didn't? Did she know what Ron had asked Hermione the night before the big battle? Did she know what had happened next, every little detail? And the most important question, how could Ginny make her spill everything?

"Apparently some students doused him with an itching potion and now he's revoked our license," Hermione explained, nonchalantly sharing the super-secret story she herself had forbidden them to tell anyone, save a few very important people. Was Lorella one of the very important people?

"You'll do fine," Lorella replied, sounding completely indifferent, "You work your ass off on everything."

"You know I've been having doubts recently," Hermione said, frowning.

"Screw your doubts. Or they'll screw with you. Remember?"

"You're in a foul mood," Hermione remarked.

"You'd be, too, if they tried to make you into something you're not and don't want to be," Lorella snapped.

"Hem-hem," Ginny cleared her throat.

"It's just a routine inspection," Lorella spoke, pointedly ignoring her. "It'll be fine. And once you get the license, you can do whatever you want."

"We already did whatever we wanted," Daphne said casually, "That's what got us into trouble."

Lorella stood up, "I'll try talking some sense into Philippa. She thinks this is such a good idea."

Lola bristled. The whole House was against her, all of them plotting and planning and scheming. All of them excited about the ridiculous idea of turning her into human, and watching love blossom between her and other humans. Sodding romantic House. And Philippa, another mirror, was no better. She did not want to be a human, she was a mirror and happy with that. But did they listen? No. And here she was, kicked out of her frame, walking on two legs, forced to participate in all those human dramas she loved to make fun of. How nice.

"Good luck with that," Hermione said.

"Luck," Lorella muttered. "I need a sodding miracle."

"Who's your foul-tempered foul-mouthed friend?" Ginny demanded when Lorella had left.

"Don't mind her," Hermione said, "Let us discuss the inspection."

"I think we should—" Daphne began, caught Ginny's look and promptly shut up.

"What?" Hermione glanced from one to the other.

"This is it!" Ginny announced. "I'm having no more of your secrecy. I'm your friend. I've been your friend much longer than this Lorella or whoever else. I demand you tell me everything. At once."

"What do you want to know?"

"You can start with what Ron asked from you and what happened then."

Hermione sighed, "Why can't you let that go, Ginny? It's really not so big of a thing."

"Because I'm curious. If you don't tell me, I'll spend every ounce of the sneakiness I possess trying to find it out. I'll spy on you. I'll listen at doors. I bribe and threaten every single person who might know anything of it. I make several lives very difficult, so you could spare your friends and tell me about this right now."

Hermione folded her arms and stared at Ginny, "Why don't you bother Daphne instead about her affair with Firenze? That's something I'd like to know about, if I were you."

"What I suggest," Daphne spoke, at the receiving end of two very curious glances. "Is finding out as much as we can about this inspection. How it happens, when it happens, what they check, what can we do to make them love us, that kind of thing."

"Don't change the topic," Ginny ordered. "Tell me everything about you and Firenze."

"Incidentally, I do know someone in the Inspection Squad," Daphne continued, ignoring the interrogation, "She's a friend of a friend, and she knows me quite well. Becky Blue, that's her name. It's weird, isn't it, that the whole team of Mr Brown consists of people whose last name's a colour. Do you think he did it on purpose?"

"You and the centaur, spill it!" Ginny commanded. "Every little detail, dirty or otherwise. Although, they can't be very dirty, because—"

"Well, I'm going to go now," Daphne announced. "I'll owl Becky, ask her to meet me tomorrow."

"Oh no you don't!" Ginny exclaimed, jumping past her and pressing herself against the door. "None of you may leave this room until I know everything."

"Everything?" Hermione said. "That's quite a lot, Ginny. Even I don't know everything."

"You want to know about me and Firenze?" Daphne asked, "Fine. I met him in the forest, we walked together under the stars a few nights, when Venus was showing exceptionally bright, and then we decided, or he decided, that we were too different and should stop before our relationship might develop into something more dangerous. I didn't tell him he was a few night-time walks too late. The end. For extra information, go find Millicent. Now let me go."

Shocked, Ginny stood aside and watched Daphne storm away. She'd never seen Daphne this upset, not for real. Maybe this was all pretension, as well.

"Look, Gin, I'm not going anywhere," Hermione said, taking her attention off Daphne, "it's my room. But if you really must know what happened between me and Ron, you should ask him that. Because even if I wanted to tell you, it's not just mine to tell."

"But you told Draco!" Ginny argued.

"And he told Harry," Hermione countered. "We each have our confidant."

"But you have two," Ginny said accusingly, "and neither of them is me."

"Talk to Ron," Hermione insisted. "And talk to Millicent. And try to prod the two towards each other. You are the happiest while meddling in other people's love affairs, are you not? And Ron does seem to need some prodding."

o.o.o

"Just tell me one thing," Luna said, leaning forward in her chair, eyes glowing with excitement. "Is the world already taken over by hyper-intelligent life forms disguised as carrots?"

"Err…"

"I know, I know," Luna sighed and leaned back. "You cannot tell me anything about the future."

"I'm very sorry, Professor," Darry said, turning the Gurdyroot he'd been given over in his hands. The beginning had been a good one. After much discussion and disagreement, Merry and Bron had finally chosen the most trustworthy and capable of the Professors of the Past. There had been no argument about who should go and explain it all to the Chosen One – Darry had protested a little, not on his account, but for the others, yet even he couldn't deny that out of the three of them, he was most human.

"To you, Darry, we are all equals," Merryone had put a firm and final stop to his protests, "but this is centuries in the past. In those days house elves had no place in schools unless they cleaned towels and prepared dinner, and mermen never took a step outside their lake."

So Darry had set out on his way, and the darkness of the hallways he passed slowly imbued into his mind. These were dark times, dark and cruel. When house elves were nothing more than labouring slaves, and mermen were kept at the bottom of the ponds, banished from light and air. The merriment of the Haa Day felt like a mockery now, a joke, dark and twisted.

His sour mood had only intensified as he reached the door to Professor Luna's quarters, and for a moment he stood there, contemplating whether someone in such a cruel place could possibly offer them any help, but in the end he'd still knocked.

And then Professor Luna Lovegood had opened the door, smiled, asked him to enter, and offered him a Gurdyroot. And stepping through the door, he'd left all that darkness behind. Because anyone who offered a Gurdyroot – an object of such immense powers of magical protection – to a total stranger could not be a bad person. And the past already looked a better place, even before the hot cocoa.

By now, Darry had explained her everything. Or everything he could explain without giving away too much. He felt a little guilty remaining quiet about his two companions, because a person who offered a Gurdyroot to a total stranger would surely also offer it to a house elf and a merman, but this was how they had decided, or how Merryone had decided for them. But he was sure that once he told them all about this lovely Professor, and showed them the Gurdyroot, even Merryone would change her mind.

"Actually," Luna added, smiling, "I don't want to know. If we already knew all the answers, I think we would be much less enthusiastic about asking the right questions. And that is very important, to know the right questions."

Darry had a few questions of his own. And this seemed the best time to ask them.

"I do have a question for you, Professor."

"Do you? That is very nice of you," Luna said, smiling.

"Can you help me go back to the future?"

The smile disappeared as Luna turned her serene blue eyes upon the boy from the future, perhaps from the Incredible Carrot Empire itself.

"I will help you in every way I can."

"But not tonight?" Darry ventured, trying to hide the hope in his voice.

Luna smiled in encouragement, "You are welcomed to stay here. It is a nice place, once you get to know it. I'm sure, a little ancient history would not come to your harm. Not with me in it."

"I'd like to stay for a little while," Darry agreed, "it's all very exciting."

"Thank you," Luna nodded, "Even if you're just saying this to please me. And I am pleased."

"I really mean it," Darry insisted, and since he truly did mean it, Luna believed him and her smile grew warmer.

"You can stay here," she repeated, "I will tell the others that you're my cousin. If they ask you anything, show them the Gurdyroot."

Darry nodded – the suggestion made sense.

"Yes, you may," Luna smiled, and as Darry stared at him in confusion, elaborated, "You have more questions for me, haven't you?"

"Yes. I do," Darry replied, playing with the Gurdyroot in a nervous gesture.

"That's fine," Luna spoke reassuringly, "I handle odd very well."

"Are you a Seer?" Darry blurted out in surprise. Professor Lovegood seemed to be replying to him before he managed to speak the words she had already replied to.

Luna shrugged, "I think there's a little Seer hidden in each of us. What does a Seer do? They see into the future. But to see, you just have to look. And future is in front of us, so we just have to face forward and keep our eyes open.

"But I can see my words confuse you. They often do, I've noticed. What is it you wanted to ask me?"

Darry shook his head. "I'm not…"

"But you are tired," Luna said. "Free yourself from the words that demand to be spoken. Let us think and dream before we meet again."

Darry nodded. He was indeed tired. Time travel was almost as exhausting as keeping peace between Bron and Merryone, especially when they were exhausted and cranky from it. He'd better get back to them soon, or else, things might happen.

"The pond you have here, Professor," he asked, "Is it inhabited?"

"Well, the Giant Jellyfish lives there. For a while I suspected it was also infested with Aquavirius Maggots, but a little research fortunately proved me wrong."

"And Grawp?"

"No, Grawp is not in the Pond. Grawp is past the Pond at the edge of the forest."

"What about House-elves?"

"No, they don't live in the Pond either. They live in the Castle. They have little sleeping chambers near the kitchen, ground floor."

"Thank you, Professor," Darry said, rubbing his forehead.

He started, thinking he heard a gasp from Professor Lovegood; but when he turned to look at her, Luna's expression was most serene and unsurprised.

"I should go," he said, standing up and heading for the door.

Luna followed him.

"Would you like a few more?" she said, offering him another two Gurdyroots.

Darry barely managed to repress an exclamation of surprise – how did the Professor know he needed two more Gurdyroots for his two companions? Or was it just a coincidence? Or perhaps she truly was a Seer? In any case, he took the Gurdyroots, of course he did. Only a fool would refuse an object of such immense power and protection.

"Thank you, Professor Lovegood. May Crumple-Horned Snorcacks lead us to our next meeting."

Luna smiled and waved in reply.

"A circle has no beginning," he heard her speak as she closed the door.

o.o.o

Merryone hid the Gurdyroot beneath her robe.

"Well done," she said.

Darry nodded in acknowledgement and handed the other one to Bron.

"Now what?" the Fish Boy asked.

"Now we split up, just as we decided," Merryone said. "I'll go to the kitchen to live with other house-elves, I can tell them I came with you. You go make friends with the Giant Jellyfish, and Darry…"

"I'll go to Grawp," Darry said.

"This is not what we decided," the elf gave him a stern look, "and it's G.R.A.W.P, Great Really Awesome Wonderful Place, not Grawp."

"I think it's for the best, at least for tonight," Darry said, "Professor Lovegood agreed with me. Tomorrow, she'll introduce me as her relative."

"We make too much fuss," Merryone said, shaking her head, "We shouldn't leave such an impact."

"We'll be careful," Bron promised.

"Easy for you to say, you're hidden in the pond," Merryone snapped, "but we'll be out here, tempting the past."

"We'll be fine," Darry insisted, "We have Gurdyroots, don't we?"

"And I don't like the idea of you going to the kitchens," Bron added. "You're a free elf, you shouldn't—"

"Maybe I should come with you to Grawp," Merryone said, looking to Darry.

"No, I think you should mingle with the elves here," Darry said, slowly and deliberately. "I think it's best for us to know as much as possible of the era we have stumbled into."

"I've read several books on—" Merryone started.

"But history gets mucked up, doesn't it?" Darry inserted, "You see what happened to Haa Day, how do you know it hasn't happened in other aspects, as well?"

"You're very keen on me staying with the elves. Is there a reason you don't want me to come with you?" Merryone asked, thoughtful.

"Of course you can come with me," Darry said. "I just thought you'd like to learn more about true history. You'll never get another chance like this one again."

"Yeah, good thing that," Bron remarked, "Wouldn't want to be stuck in the past every other Sunday."

"Unless we could be stuck until Friday night," Darry said, winking.

"Yeah!" Bron heatedly agreed.

Merryone shook her head, glaring at them with affection. It was good to know that even a thousand years in the past, her boys were still her boys.

o.o.o

End Note: If I ever get round to it, I'll write a story about rewriting Pigwarts, A History. ;)