Chapter 5: Call of the Ocean
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Recap: Rhea. Titan f**king Rhea. What else is there to say?
When the feast was done and everyone led to their dorms, I was the only one who snuck away from the crowd and made a beeline to a certain Headmaster's office.
Dumbledore was not at all surprised to see me waiting by the Eagle Statue with crossed arms, and eyes full of questions. He acknowledged me with a glance but didn't say anything. Just putting out today's password for his office and ushered me in with him. Not long after we went to his office, closed the door, and the old man stood by his desk and faced me did I ask.
"Albee?"
Dumbledore pulled out his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, looking no less happy at the random arrival of a freaking Titaness that's going to teach at Hogwarts for a year.
"We have… history together, to say the least," he simply said. And it shook me that he didn't even try to elaborate or find humor in the name.
"With the Titaness? Not just any Titaness, by the way, but the mother of the freaking Original Six Gods. She's the Fury to their Avengers."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Nevermind. What is she even doing here? What's her angle?"
The old man sighed "Believe me, it's never my intention to hire her. She, you could say, volunteered for the role, knowing we're having a hard time hiring a professor who is willing to teach for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position."
"And you said 'yes' to her?"
Dumbledore raised one bushy white eyebrow. His expression written clearly on his face, 'Do you think a Titaness needs my permission to do anything?'
"Fair enough, but you do know there's going to be trouble, right? A celestial deity doesn't just come and walk among us, thinking everything is fine and dandy."
"Perseus," he started gently, and my back tensed, "While I understand you may be worried of celestial influence in your life, surely you know I wouldn't have allowed her in if the Titaness was planning any harm to any of the students. Besides, you should know she's not one of the more hostile Titans."
I couldn't help the humorless laugh that escaped me, "Professor, I'm not worried about danger coming from her, and more of danger bad enough to warrant a Titaness to come."
There was no hiding the concerning frown he had but said nothing. That said more than anything that we're both flying in blind to whatever train wreck that's bound to happen, which wasn't reassuring.
"Please, Percy, this isn't something I can't handle. For whatever purpose she may have in this school, you have my word that I won't let anything happen to my students. Can you be satisfied with that "
I ducked my head, and it took a lot of my will just to nod. "For now, Dumbledore. For now."
. . .
The first day began as usual in the Great Hall. It didn't start out great when you got the Four Muskedorks to run into first thing in the morning. I barely got into the hall before they were blocking me from the entrance.
What I intend for a sigh turned into a groan, "Really, fellas? It's only the first day? Do you actually want to do this now?"
"You're a waste of space, Prissy. We'd be doing the House-Elves a favor for saving one less mouth to feed."
I raised an unimpressed eyebrow, "Aren't house-elves supposed to be happier when they have more people to serve?"
"He's got a point," Remus conceded, which earned a side elbow from his friend.
"Tenaxio!" I barely reacted from the purple stinging that shot me out of nowhere. I would have jumped back instinctively, but I found that was impossible when my feet weren't moving an inch, leaving me falling on my butt. The boys laughed like they've heard the most hilarious joke.
"There, you can stay and watch us eat instead."
"Nice one, Sirius." James clapped him on the back, and the quartet turned their back for breakfast, their ringing laughter trailing after them.
I tried forcefully pulling my feet up to no avail, even tried to pull my shoe off, but the Sticking Charm is persistent. There was a hidden urge in me that wanted to lay down and have the castle swallow me whole so I wouldn't have to deal with teenage ego if these are things I have to go through for the rest of the year. At least monster hunting is easy, you just go stabby and they turn to dust. Schoolboys? Different story.
I didn't know how long I stayed there, glaring at the ceiling until Alice came by. I was about to ask for help on how to get rid of the spell, but she didn't even pause before stepping over me to get to the Hall. When I thought I had to ask help for the next person, I noticed her wand was out, white light zipping straight at me before dispelling whatever spell was used on me. All without sparing me a glance.
I have to admit, that was some badass moment right there. Artemis would applaud for that power move.
Breakfast went on as usual. Today, Sev and Lils ate at my House table. Sometimes we ate it in the Gryffindor table (but it's becoming less so with the Rowdyruff Boys) and never on the Slytherin table. There was a silent rule in the bubble of the Snake House that they're not so welcoming with outside houses. I tried asking Sev once, but one glare was enough for me to drop it.
The elective classes we decided to attend together are Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes. I would love nothing more than to take a separate (easier) class like Muggle Studies, but I am Lily's bodyguard so I'm dragged along regardless. Severus was the only one who took an extra Arithmancy Class. It was the first class the three of us together managed to learn together, so at least I'm super psyched with that.
The Runes Class is the first on our schedule and our first lesson had been finding where the Styx it is. It wasn't just us since the whole class had been huddling together, trying to come up where the class is literally hidden. The kids were tired enough from climbing the stairs, they didn't have the energy to search the entire fifth floor.
"Do you think they're behind one of the paintings, like Gryffindor's common room?"
"Maybe the class has an invisible door?"
"Do you think it even exists?"
It took a Ravenclaw to notice an entrance hiding behind a white tapestry with a runic symbol on it that I thought was some classy decor to fill the empty walls of the castle of just moving paintings that watch your every move. There was no door, just a large hole that got you straight to the classroom. Desks were arranged on the sides facing each other rather than the teacher's desk, and backing the row of bookshelves. The teacher's desk was on a higher platform, and backing a large window of the… the….
Either I'm trippin or I'm seeing the New York skyline from a castle window in Scotland.
I must be trippin, no way I'm seeing that right.
But even when I must be seeing wrong, there's no stopping the sudden lurch of emotion that welled up inside me. Seemingly warming me with nostalgia and ripping me apart at the same time. My mind blanked as I kept focus on the skyline I haven't seen for a long, long time. Mounting Blackjack and zipping through the buildings, feeling high from the rush of fresh air against my face and having it ruffle my hair.
"Percy?" A firm grip on my shoulder jolted me back to reality. Lily and Severus were standing close as I was sandwiched between them. I wondered why before the stinging in my eyes hit me, and I brushed it off before a single tear could break out.
I didn't say anything. They didn't ask.
Our attention went back to the single profile in the room. A clean-shaven man, purely white hair tied in a ponytail and handsomely aged wrinkles. He was a buffed guy for someone who I've heard have been teaching for 50 years. He had an excited grin that seemed to make his face decades younger. Basically, he is that teacher that younger girls would fantasize, and have a crush on.
"Ah, finally found the classroom, I see. Took you longer than I hope, but at least we still have more than half a period to get through our first day, so that's better than most."
"Err..."
"Ah, excuse me, where are my manners. I am your Ancient Rune Professor, Edward Silverback. Nice to meet this year's class. Please take a seat, everyone."
We did as instructed, everyone lining up on their chosen desk. I caught the way the Professor eyed the three of us, noticing the mismatch colored ties as we sit next to each other while others grouped with their fellow housemates, but he didn't comment on it.
"So, I know this is just the first meeting, but who can tell me about Runes. Only an overview, nothing specific. Anyone?"
There were a few heartbeats moment when each of us eyed one another, thinking who would and who could raise their hands. Sev decided to take the plunge, raising his hand, then followed by a Ravenclaw.
Professor Silverback pointed at the eagle, who then stood to answer, "Runes are another form os magic usage from letters invented by the Norse. It's more often than not carved into objects to cast spells. It is said skilled rune users can even chant spells without needing a wand. But...I heard runes are also the most difficult form of magic."
"Very good. Thank you, Mister…"
"John Dawlish, Sir."
"Thank you, Mister Dawlish, five points for Ravenclaw. Now, I feel obliged to tell you that by 2-3 years, half of you will stay. NOT because you fail, though I suppose that's part of it, because most of you will have a difficult time understanding how to use runes. As Mister Dawlish said, it is the most difficult form of magic because of its abstract comprehension, the many symbolizations put into each letter and the dependant usage of imagination in forming correct rune combinations to do our bidding. Even if you stay and pass this class, most likely you only could ever use them for ritual purposes.
"However, it can be argued that runes are the most powerful form of magic because it can literally change the fabric of time and space that no charms, curse, or potion can manage. You can, for example, make things bigger on the inside, create a living inanimate object, put things invisible to certain eyes, or just simply… wanting a great view of your class' window."
Everyone by this point was sunk in awe at the wistful reverie, managing to enchant the crowd of the wonders of runes. I was probably the only one with the sinking feeling of being one of the failed halves of this class because no way will my scatterbrain manage to get "abstract comprehension" or whatever that means.
"Wait, Sir, are you saying that's actually New York outside your window?"
"There's no way."
The professor smirked before he then opened the window and let the class smell the salty ocean breeze that you won't find anywhere near Hogwarts. A smell like that could have been made by a charm, but not even that could make the swell of strength that bubbles under my skin, the sudden urge to run and jump out of the window, into the sea, following the call of home.
A gentle hand covered my fist and my head snapped to Lily's. She gave me a smile and squeezed my hand, giving the comfort I didn't know I needed. I took a couple of breaths before managing to smile back.
"I hope I get you excited enough because here comes the boring part. I want you all to open your textbook and write back in your parchment all the runes and the meanings with it. By the next two weeks, I'll have each of you come up to see if you have memorized them by heart."
The glass groaned in the typical fashion but promptly pulled out our parchment and got to work. It was torture having to sit still and just repeating everything I read. Thank Hecate, Dumbledore got me the glasses that fixed my dyslexia or the class would have been torture.
After class, we'd gone straight to a clearing near the Forbidden Forest, where a primp Professor named Kettleburn was waiting for us with a mysterious blanket-covered something around the patch of grasses, and he had one on hand as well.
Brown eyes glimmered enthusiastically as he greeted us, "Welcome to Care of Magical Creatures, thank you for choosing my class. Today, I prepared something special for you all." He turned and gave us a full view of his profile, and there was a moment everyone wanted to take a step back (some did), most flinched at the sight, and others gasped at the sight they met.
Professor Ketteburn was in a word, a mess. It's impossible not to notice the mechanical arm and leg he sported, taking over his whole limb. It was not a pretty scene, and even I couldn't help but rub my arm, imagining how bad of an incident to rip apart an arm and a leg. His face wasn't any less nice, quarter of his face bandaged up, showing three-quarters of a happy man. Looking not at all bothered by all his… disability.
He limped, one mechanical and one limb forward with the covered cage on his hook hand. Then his flesh hand pulled the cover away and revealed a glass cage instead of the metal bars that I suspected first, revealing - of all things- fairies!
I've seen doxies, pixies, and harpies, but the first time seeing every kid's fantasy come to life.
And I've got to say they're gorgeous.
They looked like a colored version of Ivan; having elf-like ears, leaf clothes that brightened with unnatural color probably caused by fairy dust or the like. Most were sleeping in the cage with a peaceful rise of their chest as they snuggled on the leaves and grass growing in the cage like a miniature garden.
Lily awed and cooed with most of the girls. What caught our eyes the most were the wings. They weren't of any color and every color, depending on where you're seeing the little creature, it would glimmer in unique patterns you usually find in kaleidoscopes. Sev was eyeing them as well, but I'm pretty sure it was for different interests and I had to smack him upside his head.
Professor Kettleburn issued us to be in a group of threes and began explaining, "Do you think fairies are pretty? Good. Because that's how you want to get close to fairies. Fairies are such vain creatures, so you want to compliment their looks if you don't want to get attacked."
"Pfft, what would a teeny-tiny fairy do?" One of them remarked as he jokingly rattled the cage. The fairy woke up with an irritating chitter, and the group laughed.
"Well, for one thing, if you don't, they might just rip your face off like piranhas, so I wouldn't do that if I were you," Professor Ketteburn warned us, voice gravely low, and his face lost all the joy.
The kid gulped and gently put down the cage like it was a ticking time bomb.
The Professor took a moment looking over us before bursting into laughter, "Nah, I'm just joking. You should've seen the look at your faces. Now, where was I?"
He continued explaining about fairies like walking trivia-facts in how to get along with fairies. Not just complimenting them, but like giving them scented leaves like lemongrass or flower petals as offering for them to wear, sprinkle them with perfume, or just give them a mirror. But the last is less "getting along" and more "distracting them in a way that makes Narcissus envious before plucking their wings" or at least that's what the Professor implied. He was about to explain how fairies lived their lives in their habitat when an unwelcome familiar voice intruded the lecture.
"Sorry, we're late." James appeared, voice cheery as he strutted to the class like nothing was wrong with the rest of his gang. "We overslept."
Sev snorted, "All four of you? At three in the afternoon?"
"We wanted to come early, but then we really don't want to see your face, you see, so it doesn't help our case." Sirius shot back, eliciting laughs from the boys.
Lily scowled, not impressed. And even my lips pursed finding them in the same class as us.
"Nevertheless, that doesn't change how you're late for." Professor Kettleburn observed. "Five points for each of you. If you're still interested in being in my class, you're welcome to join us for the good part."
"Oh, is that a fairy?" Sirius said in glee and went up to open one cage. The cage that had the insulted fairy in it.
"Wait-!"
Sirius didn't listen and nearly opened the cage before being confronted with a face full of angry fairies. Biting, scratching and poking his eyes. He screamed for help, but there wasn't much anyone could do with him running around like a mad man.
"Professor, I thought you said fairies won't rip your face off?"
"Ha! Don't worry, they won't. A potion afterward would heal those scratches in a minute, besides, nothing wrong with a little maiming. It's a good character building, you know."
While I have no problem seeing the little brat making a fool of himself, I think everyone in the room can agree that Professor Kettleburn is a bit cuckoo in the head.
When class was done, Hufflepuff had a free period while Sev had to go to his Arithmancy class and Lils had Transfiguration with Ravenclaws. Giving me the chance to pay a little visit to a friend. However, I wasn't alone when a pair of my friends notice me being the only one who was walking away from the castle.
"Where do you think you're going?" Gwen asked while keeping up on my left.
"Just stopping by the Forbidden Forest to visit."
"What?!" Doc cried on my right. The high pitchy sound he had was enough to tell what he thought about that despite walking alongside me. "Are you mad? Well, actually, I know you're mad, but are you suicidal?!" He kept on whisper-yelling, not wanting to be loud enough to get me in trouble.
"Well, you know how the Thestrals are missing, right? I decided if there's trouble brewing in Hogwarts, I'd rather be there before shit hits the fans." You never know, I might just solve this before I even hear the first word of a prophecy.
We all can dream.
"This is crazy. You're crazy. Gwen, tell Percy he's crazy!"
Gwen paused her steps to look at me and said, "You're crazy" that belayed her excited grin before continuing onward toward the Forest.
"Not you too!"
"What can I say, Doc? Percy always gets to do the fun stuff."
"What fun stuff? He got possessed like the rest and accused of using a…" he hesitated before whispering, "...Forbidden Curse, that's not true, right Percy?"
"You know, Doc, you don't have to follow me if you don't want to."
"What are you saying? We're friends, and if something wrong is happening to the Thestrals, well… we've got to do something… if we can… that is… I'm not sure what I can do now that I think about it."
I huffed, but couldn't keep the slight curve on my lips, "Loyal and just as they come."
He rolled his eyes, "If I die, I'm going to haunt your arse."
"Noted."
"So how are we going to find out about this disappearance of the invisible horses?" The sentence was so ridiculous, he couldn't have said it as anything but sarcastic.
"Well, I'm not going into the Forest just yet, don't want to anger the Centaurs this early during the first term when they've already banished me..."
Doc hummed before doing a double talk "Wait— Banish— What—?"
Gwen giggled at the news, "See, told you he has the best experiences."
"...so we're going to our resident's Beast Expert," I continued without pause. Exactly timed when we arrived at the humble hut's doorstep. I knocked on the wooden door and there was a biting bark in response along with Hagrid's chiding.
"Back! I say back, you mangy mutt! Down or I won't be giving you another rock cake!"
The dog quieted with a whimper, finally letting Hagrid greet his guest in peace. "Percy! I didn't know you'd be visiting, come in, come in." He ushered us in, pleased by our arrival. "Sorry about Fang, he gets easily excited."
I was already bending down, scratching Fang's belly while he looked content with his tongue lolled out. "No worries, Hagrid. I know a thing or two about excited dogs."
While Doc was too busy shuffling his fingers, Gwen took a step forward, offering a hand, "Hi, my names' Gwen, Percy's friend. It's nice to meet you, Sir."
His bushy hair would have hidden the small blush across his face, but I knew Hagrid well enough by this point to know he was from shy scratching of his cheek.
"Aww, shucks, no need to call me Sir." He sat in his special Papa Bear Chair that would be too big for anyone but him and gestured for us to do the same on his littler guest seats. "So… what brings you, kids, to my humble hut?"
"We came to talk about the Thestrals." Gwen leaned in and went straight to the point.
"Is it true that they're missing?" Doc leaned just as well, looking overly concerned for a matter he's been too scared to follow through at the start.
Tension ran down his spine as he sat straight, "Who told yeh that?"
"No one, we figured it out when Doc mentioned Hogwarts was using Thestrals for their carriages."
"So Hagrid, what happened with them? Why weren't they there on our first day?"
Hagrid became more nervous, his eyes sliding from side to side. When we thought he was leaning down to talk, the big guy burst into tears. It was not what we'd expect from the guy, and we're left flailing on how to console the 40-year-old half-giant man.
"Oh, Percy," he blew snot on the offered handkerchief Doc gave, "This mus' be all meh faul', there's no way aroun' it."
"I'm sure that's not true, Hagrid, why do you say that?"
"It's o'vious, ain't it? I mus' hav' screwed up when I took care of them. They're sensitive creatures, yeh see. I mus' hav' gave them the wron' meat, o r groomed them too roughly, or-"
"Hagrid!" I cut his rambling, "You did nothing wrong. You're one of the most big-hearted people I know, who knows the inside and out of all magical creatures. I'm willing to bet no one has ever cared for the creatures of Hogwarts as well as you do."
The big guy sniffed, "Yeh… yeh really think so?"
"I know so." I pat him on the back. "Cheered up, big guy."
Hagrid took a moment to wipe away the tears and gained his breathing. He then leaned in and we followed his action, "Alright, I'll tell yeh wha' happened. But ye can't tell anyone outside this hut, understand?"
We nodded, then he softly began explaining, "I couldn't rein in the Thestrals last night because I lost the flock."
"What do you mean you lost them? They're a flock of walking, flying corpse-like winged horses?" Doc asked, sounding a bit outraged, "Surely you couldn't have misplaced them?"
Hagrid choked in his own air, and I'm not surprised he's mortified. "Look, most of the faculty members can spot a Thestral, including me. I've always kept them not far in the area since I often feed them with raw steak. I even fed them that day before all of you arrived at the castle. No one expected the carriages to stop working. I tried checking up the paddock afterward but they were just… gone. Not a trace of them left."
"Can you think of any reason as to why they would behave this way?" I asked him.
"None. I'm as confused as yeh guys, this never happened befo'. Yeh don't need a whole flock for making a potion or a wand, and there's barely anything they're good for other than being invisible horses. I though' I did somethin' wrong but… teh only othe' likely reason I could thin' of is tha' someone or somethin' drove them off teh forest."
I have no doubt that's what happened, nor does Dumbledore.
Gwen hummed at the answer before she drank her tea, "If there is someone who does such a thing, what's the most likely reason anyone would do that?"
Hagrid's shoulder raised in a shrug, "No clue. Other than for pranks, I can't thin' of a reason anybody would do that. Despite their reputation, Thestrals are quite the pacifist. They wouldn't try to hurt a fly."
I would believe you if you hadn't said that for all the beasts, Hagrid.
Doc then mentioned the next class was starting soon, and we got up on our feet, "Thanks for the info, Hagrid, that means a lot."
"You're leaving?" Hagrid asked. I turned back to him, and I wasn't expecting the disappointment that leaked out in his tone.
My eyes gazed around his hut. Small, cluttered, warm, and it was his home. And it dawned on me the kind of life the half-giant had to have this small space as his only place of belonging. That unlike the rest of the faculty, he couldn't even have a room in the castle. Heck, I bet Pringles have a better place than this.
"Send us a mail if you ever need company, Hagrid. It's always nice to have a friend over."
His small brown eyes brightened considerably and nodded. Kindly ushering us out for our class but not before asking one last question, "Hagrid, you wouldn't mind keeping us posted for anything suspicious in the forest, would you?"
"Sure, I don't mind. I'll owl you for any updates. Err… but, wait, you won't try doing anything reckless though, right Percy?"
I grinned a touch bit wider than I'm used to, "Who? Me? You know me, Hagrid. I never look for trouble."
There was doubt in the grim pursed of Hagrid's lips, but he didn't push further as he let us walk back to the school.
"So where do we go from here?" Gwen asked me. Doc looked to me with the same curious glint for answers.
But there was nothing more I could say that shed more light on the situation. Shrugging, I said, "Not much to go from here. All we can do is wait for some new info."
"Weren't we supposed to go to the Forbidden Forest?"
"Well yeah, but according to Hagrid, the flocks flew away from the Forest so it's less likely we find them there."
"But he also said that there might be someone or something that drove them away. Maybe it came from the forest, and we can ask the Centaurs if they know anything."
Doc gave a forlorn sigh, looking up at the sky as if asking the gods themselves for help, "Not a bad idea, per se, had Percy didn't have that bit of disagreement with the Centaurs."
"Aaaw, Doc, you do care."
Doc was going out of breath at the rate he was sighing and looking up like he was pleading for divine intervention. Sorry, buddy. But you're out of luck from that department.
AN: Hello my Luv! I'm not going to lie, quarantine is killing me and I'm an introvert! I miss my friends. I miss giving them surprise hugs. I miss quarreling with them about the stupidest things and shared meals together. I miss hearing their voices even though I will sometimes be too focused on my phone to listen to them. There's just a large gap in my chest for missing people you care about.
Anyway, I hope you guys are safe and healthy. Time, for the QR&A
FolkLuz21: THANK YOU! Thank you again for the long, lovely reply you always give me. And yes, Sirius does listen to muggle songs, but I think that's more from the result having a muggle-born as your best friend's wife. I have future plans for that walkman, Won't know if I should do it for this Act or the next. And Yes, Severus will have to confront many hurdles, he'll make mistakes alright. But the question is, will he redeem himself on time? I'm glad you love Cory! Cory is the type of rock that will defend you for life! You can rant on me in Spanish, but I'm telling you now you better prepare some translation because I'll definitely use google translate otherwise. Pero siempre estoy abierto para conversar con nuevos amigos que vienen en mi camino. So you only need to take the first step to have a conversation. No pressure. Rhea will appear in the next chapter so stay tune. Also, I didn't think seeing Thanatos would be considered as seeing Death! I mean, Percy did see death before him but wow, I didn't that far. I'm making that canon for my verse! There's been an increase of corona cases up to 2k in my country, I hope you and your family are doing well and healthy. HASTA LA PROXIMA!
Gaming Master Anthony: You're assuming she's here for Percy *X-Files theme song blared in the background*
: Rhea's Groove was the one who predicted Percy coming to the past. It's only fair she makes an appearance.
64felicity: I'm seriously considering Percy doing a Star-Lord with his walkman. And no, the Hat won't do rap songs because he's stuck in an old man's office for almost a millennia. He mostly likely sang it since the first year of Hogwarts. I have special plans for my dear, dear Rhea. Stay tune for the future chapters! Stay safe and healthy for you as well.
dauntlessofthesea: I'm excited too! Hope you like this chapter as well.
Patolemus: You're strangely invested with the pet rock. For all you know, it could just be a mascot. I'm glad you're scared for Severus, otherwise, I wouldn't know if Severus's actions aren't making anyone anxious. Regulus has his own role, but don't worry, he'll have an "epic" first entrance. ALso, it's less that Lily hits James with the rock, and more like the Rock hit James in defense to his new master. There's a long Jerk Period for the Marauders so I hope you'll have patience for them. What Percy said, in the end, was supposed to be "What the Fuck?!" but I guess you can't rely on google translate for vulgar words. You'll also have to wait for Rhea in the next chapter.
XoverFan4Ever: Unfortunately, no. It was inspired by a trend I came upon on google that children like to have pet rocks
brade1991: Rhea and Percy will be in the next chapter. Hope you have the patience.
SandaKagami: Change the translation, it was supposed to be a variation of "What the Fuck?!" I guess this is why you can't rely on google for vulgar words.
Stjinbus: Wow, a stone collector! You would have been popular in the 70s because there was a rage of pet rocks during that time. I personally like colored, patterned rocks myself. But boy, if the washing machine can have a grudge, it would for you. They can be beautiful if you find the right one. And yes, Rhea is going to make fun of Dumbly alright. It's time to have someone more insightful than the Old Man to be in the room.
And the pun... OmG the rock pun is so bad, I can't help smiling at it. Oh, and I hope you stay safe as well.
KiimiKiwi: NO, you're not overreacting! I'm glad you're excited! Thanks for the nice comment. Don't get yourself a heart attack though. you need to keep yourself healthy in this dangerous time. The Marauders are in their jerk period, so please have patience with them until they redeem themselves. Kiss Goodbye!
DaniKastani: Aaaaaaaaawwww, I'm blushing, you're making me blush. I mean... thank you so much. I'm happy that you not only like my story but my characterization as well. Thank your brother too because, again, aaaaaawwwww, he recommend me? Really? That's one of the sweetest things anyone has done and told me. And to think I'm your first Crossover. I'm honored. I love long reviews so I can't wait for the next ones. I hope you and your brother stay safe and healthy in this difficult time.
