Hi there. I do so muchly apologise for yet another author's note rather than a chapter. Frankly the only reason I'm posting this? You guys-actually Guest 4 and the new comers and my old guys-you know who you are. :)

As such! I am including a series of snippets of the chapters that have had me stalled for so very long right below. (I have actually over 9,000 words worth of them.)

I can also edit this later based on reviews, and reworking the site's incredible need to block any and all links-but I do have about 2 separate playlists of music that I picked out for Ara and what I have planned so far.

Let me know if you'd like them!

Guest 4: Hi! I am actually not dead, or anything.
I've been reading your reviews too. I'm okayish-I am ill but that's genuinely just par for the course in my case (I've gotten sick with every germ ever. Makes it terrific when a student outright coughs or sneezes onto a paper then hands it to me.)
It's not COVID or anything, atleast as far as we know. Did I tell you we got a dog? It was last August, so I might not have with other stuff going on. She's a complete dickwad (and a rescue so it's hard to be genuniely mean to her.)
Fun Fact with the Bread Knife Thing, I used that because I once tried to shove something into the fridge whilst holding a knife in my hand and before I knew it-I was pushing my frickin' torso against a knife.
Another fun fact! With the Hits Ara Takes-about 96% of the descriptions of those come from stuff I've felt at one point or another! The remainder is filled out with anecdotes from medical journals (Once thought becoming a nurse was a cool idea.)
I don't recall calling you Voldemort in anything-but maybe I did? If so-I swear it was probably only in the most complimentary sense, like you've got the mojo happening or something. If it wasn't though, I am so incredibly sorry and I swear I didn't mean to call you that as I can't find it at the moment and I feel guilty that I might've?
As for an Account? Well, it'd make it way easier to bug you-but I get the whole panic of 0 stories and all favourites. I only did this whole thing because of the anonymous factor. Who am I? Well. I'm Dr. Mini Me. I write and I do other stuff.
Y'know Tina and the Erumpent, I have no idea. I have snippets at the moment. I jot them down when it smacks me, but life lately has been too much for me to focus solely on this whole thing-and seriously, I wish I could. This story is a huge treat to a relaxation centre for me. I don't have to think carefully-I just write it out. I miss that, and Ara, and I miss writing.

Ivana Bocanegra: Yes! I did. You're one of my old guys! People like me that legitimately write and spend-yes-literally hours pouring over stuff to publish it...well we quite like you guys. Encouragement usually gets the spark going! :)

As for, Susan Drakian, bored411, chlorose99, firemadein789, lovefiction2020, sltems, TECHNICALpanda, MaraVukovic, Reptoholic:
Thank you for your reviews and wishes and all! Some of you have been with me from the start, and some are new. Either way, please know I do see all of your reviews and I love each of them.

Keep in mind the upcoming writing parts are PIECES and so very much separated. They are separate chapters.

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Here we go!

"You should buy that woman flowers," Jacob coughed, standing up fully from the icy terrain we were currently dealing with.

"Or like a ring-jeeze." He muttered, kicking a bit of rock.

I paused my consideration of Ara's possible head injury as his declarataion, perhaps that was something Muggles did during a mating period? I wasn't sure, but Ara..."no." I determined.

I noticed his pause from my response out of the corner of my eye while Ara sat up. I kept my arms around her frame, trying to keep her up and-hopefully-aware of smacking her head again.

"Is it bad luck, or sumthin'? For you guys?" He raised a brow at me when I turned my head towards him, Ara hissed as I seemed to have pressed too strongly on a wound on her head.

"Sorry, love." I murmered, inspecting the bump on her head as she blinked-obviously unaware of anything in the world while she held onto the twig she mistook for her wand.

"It'd be bad manners for this circumstance, Mr Kowalski." I declared, absentmindedly poking around the side of a grapefruit sized bump poking out of Ara's scalp.

"How? The lady just bounced off the ice for your-" He began in a shout, telling me he thought I was out of bounds and so I raised my free hand behind her back, "why would you give her something that would die? She hates when unconcious pretty things are slaughtered, I've already begun planting flowers outside our shed. Whenever she notices I cut the-"

"If she notices, you mean." Jacob cut me off, motioning to the disorented and possibly delirious witch I was holding up on the ice.

My arms tensed around her, she'd just bumped her head-she was still Ara and he'd regret those words..Or atleast the Niffler would ensure he did.

"She'll notice." I fired back, feeling the determination that I imagined Ara often felt before she charged off into battle for creatures against both the elements like ice and other people.

She didn't exactly say she hated the idea of fresh-cut flowers, but why wouldn't I just grow my own instead of harvesting them for her? And when had she ever actually said she genuinely hated something I did? She'd be able to appreciate them everyday when I showed the potted plants to her. She'd like it more that way.

"Alright. There we go. One down, two more to go, was it?" I murmed outloud as I decided that her welt would simply need an ice pack, rather than a few stitches and dismssed the subject. She needed to be more careful.

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"Weve all got a timer, Cricket. Luckily for us, your inherited your mum's stubbornness. You two added a good few centuries worth of time for us to cross."

"That's...good. I guess." It didn't feelt good. Felt like I'd just throw another spanner into the mix I was surrounded with.

"Hum." My father was suddenly disappointed, and we came to a dead stop. No matter how many steps I took, nor how quickly I could've run, we were going no wher-

"Here." He pointed at a pond I was sure didn't exist prior, but still I looked.

The murky blue had turned a mucky greenish grey before it revealed a dirtier ashen face, similar to mine, framed by light blonde hair. I was hiding, cupping my breast pocket, and breathing hard.

I stared at it for a moment, my eyes were dark but alert-I was in battle mode, I guessed. I wonder what I was doing all that for. Must've been something important because I was crouched so low and stiffly, my back must be hurting.

"Hush now." My lips whispered. I'd grown quieter in my warning to my pocket as footsteps become more and more thunderous near me.

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I blinked as my reflection seemed to try it's best to blend into the decimated remains of what was once a wall. But.

Then I stopped breathing entirely and rose. My own head tilted at my reflection as I seemed to have decided to ditch my hiding place to rise with a tilted chin and unsteady hand. Idiot.

"At ease, Miss Maximae." A voice sounded off next to me as I realised I rose for my wand. It laid on the ground near my reflection's feet-dusty from the rubble that'd collpased around me.

"Really?" I was cocky. Perhaps a little too much so.

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"Well. Cricket. This is where we part ways."

"Wait."

"Whst is it, love?"

"Why did that-that patient happen to you guys that day?"

"Bad luck. Even fate has a hint of uncertainty. We were lucky. Got stuck together when I dived in for your mum." I felt his hand squeeze my shoulder for the shortest second, and blinked-processing his words.

"Sometimes I wish I could still hold you, we were talking about picking you up that day. Should've known better. But. I saw your mum go, and I just didn't think. I jumped."

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I wanted to melt into the scene before me, wanted to blend into it as if it was almost created just for me-a jerk in my collar startled me. I was dragged from the pub with my companions faces before me. They were so happy, we caught a break. Those were rare, y'kno-

"Get up, Cricket." I recognised the voice, but I couldn't place it.

"Come on, now. If you keep on, your mum'll have to come 'ere." Another jerk dragged me further away from the scene and suddenly I heard a creature's annoyed clicks-Aurelius. He was annoyed. But worried. I glanced up at an older man whose features resembled mine in a masculine manner.

I blinked at him, his hand gripping my collar, despite the fact Aurelius was nipping at him in the middle of his palm. But, he wasn't bothered. He just sighed at me, shaking his head.

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"Please, stand back, Love." I threw over my shoulder as the fury built in my core. He just kept bloody throwing strikes at Newt. He wasn't even fighting back!

"OI!" I'd yelled with my wand pointed before it seemed to gather a mind of it's own, sprouting a blue flame at Graves.

He chuckled, irritating me further but I didn't drop my arm across the boy's chest. "He's not fighting back, you-"

I couldn't finish the insult as he turned his attention towards me and the child. What. A. Bully.

I couldn't stand bullies.

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I waved my wand with might, feeling it's reciprocated need to defend what I loved as well as it's anger that this Idiot would try and take those away from me. How dare he.

I heard the blasts of their wands after I put my hands up in surrender, and felt my magics need to defend me-to deflect. But I stopped it. Perhaps if I didn't fight back, I wouldn't be a threat and Aurelius would be okay.

But they didn't seem to care, they simply fired and I knew from the second i was thrown with my my hands scorched as they tried to protect my face-a mistake. I made a serious and grevious mistake.