It's been awhile. In the time I haven't updated, our lovely Tom Felton aka Draco Malfoy won the MTV Villain Award, they've finished filming of the seventh movie, and last but not least that kick ass trailer for the seventh movie. I'm hyped. Are you?

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It was past noon on Christmas Eve, when Angeline had finally climbed out of bed. She had never slept that late, and was quite surprised that her parents had come to wake her up prior to now. She had slept late the night before being that her mind had been racing and she could not get it to stop.

Invest in a Sleeping Draught...She mused for a moment.

It had been three days since she left Hogwarts and returned home for the holidays and it had been four days since she chased Draco down the hall to ask him if he was alright. His face flashed before her eyes every night.

Frowning when she ran her hand through her tangled hair she grabbed the brush on her vanity and brushed her hair as she began to pace the floor. She paused for a moment at her window and thought of that night in corridor and how she ran after Draco. Considering he didn't want anything to do with her, she was going to leave him be, but the look on his face when he had passed by had caught her off guard.

Never in the eleven years of knowing him had she seen him look so...Dare she say...Vulnerable. He looked as if the world was crumbling right before him and there was nothing he could do but watch as it did so.

It didn't get better, even when she finally caught him. She had grabbed his arm to make him stop. But he had wretched it away from her and glared at her so fiercely she remembered taking a step away from him. Yet she felt as though his anger hadn't been completely directed toward her. Perhaps from what Snape had said?

Regardless, she had gotten the courage to ask him if he was okay. And she felt herself actually caring. She didn't want to know because it would bring her one small step closer to figuring out this great puzzle he presented her with. Her concern for his well being confused her, and by the look that quickly flashed across his face, showed that he too was confused by it.

But he didn't question her, which she was grateful for, because she didn't have an answer. Instead he told her that everything was fine and he walked away from her.

And she didn't believe him at all.

Perhaps it would be easier to believe him if she left him alone like he very much wanted her to. Why was it so bloody hard anyway? Why did she have to feed her curiosity?

There was a knock on her door and she wondered vaguely if she didn't answer whoever was there would just go away. However the door opened. Her mother, Celeste Jensen, stepped into the room, carrying what appeared to be dress robes.

"Still not dressed, Angeline. It's nearly one." Celeste said sitting on the side of her daughter's bed and watched Angeline. Angeline said nothing. Angeline hated both her parents, but she did hate her mother less than her father Demetrius Jensen. But that didn't mean she had much to say to her mother. "From what I can tell you didn't sleep well last night." Celeste continued.

"There's was a lot of my mind."

"Perhaps if you learned to control your thoughts you wouldn't have to worry about that." Celeste said. "But then again, you aren't very good at concealing your thoughts from others either. Pity, considering all the work your father put into it to get you to learn." Angeline didn't fight the scowl that made its way upon her face.

Learning occlumency, before her fifth year had been a bad experience...Especially since it was only a few days after their trip to France. And to say her father wasn't very happy about what he saw, would be an understatement. And it didn't have to do with him being an overprotecting father. More so that he was afraid of her tarnishing the great Jensen name. It would be safe to say that Angeline was not a skilled occlumens, and never would be.

"I suggest getting your attitude into check before the dinner tonight." Celeste said standing up and placing the dress robes on the bed. "Your father and I figured you like these."

You mean you thought I'd be more willing to keep my mouth shut.

"Get dressed Angeline." Celeste ordered before she left Angeline once again alone in her room. Glancing at the green and silver dress robes, she let out a small laugh. Slytherin colors. An unspoken reminder to tell her to act as though she was expected to act.

Easy.

"It's going to be a long night." she mumbled to herself before she began to change.

The guest began to arrive via Floo or apparation at a little after six. Angeline floated from person to person in the ballroom greeting them and overall being nice to Death Eaters. She deemed it bloody hard to do after the first three people. Angeline had no idea how she was going to survive the night. She was extremely grateful that the Dark Lord himself wouldn't be showing up. There would have been no way she would have stayed.

She was already uncomfortable with acting friendly to the people who wanted to kill approximately forty-five percent or more of the wizarding population alone, just because they had dirty blood or supported those of dirty blood. She thought it was a bunch of bullocks. Blood was blood, what did it matter?

Okay acting the way I'm supposed to act isn't so easy after all.

Angeline's train of thought was broken as she entered the parlor and the fireplace roared to life and out stepped Bellatrix Lestrange. Angeline was sure her heart nearly stopped when seeing the woman. She was definitely terrified of Bellatrix. And it just so happens that Bellatrix was married to her mother's cousin, Rodolphus Lestrange.

Tonight just got better...

"Good evening, Mrs. Lestrange," Angeline said. Bellatrix looked her over before glaring at her. Angeline recoiled a little just before the fireplace roared and Narcissa Malfoy stepped from it. Angeline was never happier to see a Malfoy in her life. Narcissa always took a liking to her.

"Oh, Angeline. It's wonderful to see you," Narcissa said placing a kiss on each of Angeline's cheeks. Angeline smiled.

"I should be saying that, Mrs. Malfoy. You look lovely by the way." Angeline said. Bellatrix was ignored but not forgotten.

"Where are your mother and father, dear?" Narcissa asked.

"Entertaining guest of course. Dinner will be starting in about an hour or so. Everyone is in the ballroom right now." Angeline explained. "It's just through that door there..." Angeline heard Bellatrix walk away, but she didn't turn to confirm it. "Is Draco not coming?" She asked curiously when Narcissa looked back at the fireplace sadly.

"No, he'll be here. Just taking his time it would seem." Narcissa replied looking back at Angeline. "I must go speak with your mother and father. Mind waiting for Draco and telling him where I've gone?" Narcissa asked.

"Of course not. Please enjoy your time, Mrs. Malfoy." Narcissa patted her softly on her right cheek before leaving Angeline alone in the sitting room.

While alone in the room she greeted approximately six more people, none of which were Draco. She should have known better than to agree to wait for Draco Malfoy of all people, but she couldn't say no to Narcissa...one it would be rude and two...it just didn't seem right. But really she didn't want to wait for Draco Malfoy any longer.

The fireplace roared to life again.

Speak of the Devil and he shall appear...

Draco stepped out of the fireplace looking far more determined than Angeline thought he should have looked. He almost looked happy to see her there.

You're imagining things, Angeline...

"Your mum went to talk to my parents," Angeline said. "She wanted me to let you know once you got here." Draco looked her over before he strode over to the sofa behind her and sat upon it in a way that made it look as though he owned the place.

"Good to know." He drawled. Angeline stared at him for a moment.

"They're in the ballroom just through that door." She said.

"I have no intention of going in there, Jensen. At least not yet," Draco replied. "What are you doing awaiting guest like some house elf?" He asked. Angeline shrugged.

"I'm not waiting for guest. Just you." Angeline answered honestly. Draco raised an eyebrow at her. "Your mother asked me to. I agreed obviously."

"Good to see I'm not the only one that can't say no to my mother." Draco said. Angeline shrugged slightly. "It's a bad habit. Next thing you know you'll be going to a dinner party you had no interest in going to."

"I would have been told I was being rude if I did otherwise." she said. "Besides, I'm already at a dinner party I had no interest in going to. But you understand how parents operate..." Angeline trailed off when Draco smirked slightly. He wants something..."I think you should go inside now, Draco."

"Me? It's your home, you should be in there," Draco retorted. Angeline must have made a face because Draco looked amused. "It can't be that bad in there, Jensen. I'm here now. Aren't you utmost delighted to have me here?" Draco inquired as he stood up. Angeline realized it from part of the letter he had made her read. "I leave when you leave. Why try to get rid of me? I mean doesn't seem like that's what a friend would do."

"I've been under the impression that you want nothing to do with me." Angeline replied honestly. "Friends? Hardly. I don't know where my mother and father got that idea from, but I don't see why I must play along or why you care. It's a little odd that you'd even remotely suggest such a thing as being friends. Why play pretend, Draco?" she asked. Draco's gray eyes locked onto her light green ones.

"Because it's a game and it's what you love." Angeline stared at him for a few moments. "Don't pick now to stop playing." Draco said examining the many things in the room. Angeline watched him slightly confused. "So far it has been quite a boring holiday."

"Are you ill? Have you been drinking, Malfoy?" Angeline questioned seriously before the fireplace roared to life.

"Are you ill? Have you been drinking, Malfoy?" Draco turned and gave her an amused look before the flames in the fireplace turned green. It was funny she had asked if he had been drinking, because he had been very tempted in doing so before he showed up, but he knew it would have only upset his mother.

Draco watched as Angeline greeted the family that now stood before her, but that wasn't what he was really thinking of. He thought of no matter how this frustrating girl possibly brought some sort of relief to his crazy world. It annoyed him that she did that for him, but he figured it would get him through the night at least. It seemed that whenever she was around he wasn't think about that stupid Vanishing Cabinet and how it didn't work.

"It really is lovely to see you again, Mr. and Mrs. Blishwick. It's nearly been two years since I last saw you. Is all well?" Angeline asked the couple she completely ignored their nineteen year old son, Nathaniel Blishwick standing behind his parents. His eyes met Draco's and he glared. Which Draco returned instantly.

Nathaniel Blishwick was probably the first person he ever hated. Way before Potter. Nathaniel was two years older than he and Angeline were. Whenever there was a chance Nathaniel would make sure to make their lives a living hell.

Kind of like how you do at Hogwarts? Or rather did do at Hogwarts.

The two older Blishwick's walked past him in that moment with a brief nod and headed into the ballroom where the party was held, leaving the three teenagers alone. Draco walked forward and stood by Angeline's side. Her fist clenched tightly at her sides. Draco would have loved for her to attack the older boy. It wouldn't have been the first time.

"What? No 'glad to see you Nathaniel'?" the boy questioned as a smirk made its way on his face. "I know I'm glad to see you, Angeline. You've definitely grown over the last two years." Looking her up and down.

"Sickening as usually," Angeline replied. "You can join the other guest just through that door there."

"Want to spend more time with your precious Malfoy I see. Don't you spend enough time together at that lousy excuse of a school of yours? Always knew the two of you would end up together. She always liked you best, Malfoy."

"We aren't together, Blishwick," Draco said automatically.

"I suppose a toy then. There's no secret she'd do anything for you. For anyone really. Just so she can feel special." Nathaniel said.

"What are you talking about, Blishwick?" Draco questioned just as as the same time Angeline said;

"You don't have a bloody idea what you're talking about."

"You mean you haven't heard?" Nathaniel continued seriously as though Angeline hadn't said a word. "Tell us, Angeline how is dear Clément Pelletier?" Draco watched the color leave Angeline's face. "It's a sad day when a pureblood shags a mudblood." Angeline looked away from him causing Nathaniel to smirk.

"What's wrong, Little Angel, am I too close to the truth for you?"

Draco had heard stories of Angeline being in France the summer before fifth year and having a relationship with some French wizard, but he heard it from Pansy. Not a very reliable source.

"Funny how stories can get around. I've heard a few about you in the last two years." Angeline began suddenly. The color had returned to her face as she glared at him. "Shagging purebloods, half-bloods, and even mudbloods I've heard." Draco had never heard her use the swear. It sounded foreign when she said it. And he oddly enough didn't like her using it. "But you threatened a lot of them did you not? There was one witch that says you told her to keep your," she paused as she looked him up and down, "little friend a secret."

Nathaniel was no longer amused by the conversation.

"What's the matter, Nathaniel, am I too close to the truth for you?" she mocked. Draco saw as Nathaniel went for his wand and automatically went for his own as well. Nathaniel's wand poised directly in Angeline's shocked face while Draco's wand pointed in Nathaniel's enraged face.

"Curse her, Blishwick and I'll have to retaliate." Draco said. Not that he cared for Angeline's well being he was more than sure she could take care of herself, but something about seeing this self-proclaimed man ready to hex her rubbed Draco the wrong way.

"And why do you care, Malfoy?" Nathaniel questioned though he was still glaring at Angeline, who stared at Nathaniel not the wand in her face. Draco noted she was good at that, avoiding the thing pointed in her face and looking at her attacker.

"She's my housemate, Blishwick," Draco answered. Angeline's eyes flicked into his direction, confusion flashing through her eyes. "Don't mess with her."

"You sure that's all she is, Malfoy?" Nathaniel turned his glare on him. "And what do you think you'll do, Malfoy? You'll be expelled if you use magic outside your pathetic school. Only half way through your sixth year is it, and you think you can take on someone like me? I don't care if the Dark— "

"I suggest you shouldn't push me then. You have no idea what I'll do," Draco interrupted. If Angeline didn't know what he was by now he was completely fine with her not knowing now. And he wasn't going to push his luck. "Besides I doubt her parents would like to find that their daughter has to be sent to St. Mungo's or worse dead on such an important night like this."

"You think they'd care what happens to their blood traitor daughter, Malfoy? That's a laugh," Nathaniel said as he lowered his wand anyway. "I've had enough of dealing with children." With that said Nathaniel pushed his way past the two of them and disappeared into the ballroom.

Angeline slowly turned to him her expression unreadable.

"Why'd you do that?" she asked him.

"My dislike of Blishwick outweighs my dislike of you." Draco replied. Which in a way was the truth. It had always been like that. Even when they were younger. They may not have liked each other but the moment, Blishwick was in the room, it was all ways a different story.

"Well, thanks," she said her expression reading confusion. "Are you positively sure you haven't been drinking?" she questioned.

"Do I look as if I've been drinking?" Draco questioned. Was it so hard to believe he could do something nice?

...Yes...

"I suppose not," Angeline said after a moment of looking him over. Then she pressed the back of her hand to his forehead. Draco moved away making sure to throw her an annoyed look. "Well you don't seem ill either," she mumbled. "You've definitely got me believing we're friends of some sort." She said. "I'll play your game, Malfoy. Perhaps you'll make getting through tonight a little easier...That is if you're willing to pretend a little longer to be friends with a blood traitor."

"And are you a blood traitor, Jensen?" Draco asked.

"Between us friends, I personally couldn't tell you. You can ask around, but I warn you. The answer may vary depending on the person you ask." Draco raised an eyebrow at her. He was a little annoyed by her answer. Why couldn't she just answer the question? He was right it was all a game to her. If she could figure someone out then why couldn't someone else. She never took the time to figure herself out because well...who wants to play a game with themselves?

"You are what you want others to believe you are, but I'm sure you'll figure it out sooner or later..." It had been months since she had said that to him as some sort of advice, but now he wasn't so sure if it was advice to him or for herself.

"Come now, Draco," she said breaking him from his thoughts. "And would you call me Angeline. I don't think they'd believe it so well that we're friends if you use my surname."

"Stop talking to me as though you think I'm some twit, Angeline." Draco said. Angeline smirked slightly before she started toward the ballroom.

"Who said I thought you were a twit?" she asked lightly. "I know for a fact you are one." Draco growled as he followed her into the ballroom.

If she keeps that up she'll make this far more difficult.

Only after being in the ballroom for about twenty minutes mingling or so dinner was announced and her parents had quite a sense of humor when it came to the seating arrangements. She was sitting in between Bellatrix Lestrange and Nathaniel Blishwick. On the bright side of this seating arrangement, she sat directly across from Draco her current best mate for life. She had to admit (to no one) that she enjoyed having Draco around. And for once she wasn't trying to figure him out, she just liked being around him...

What an odd night...

While they talked with the other guest Angeline found it less painful with Draco standing there knowing that he didn't want to be there himself. Even if it were for different reasons. And there were times when she let him do all the talking. She did notice that he did a lot of changing of subjects depending on the person he was talking to. The moment it got close to mentioning anything that started with the word Dark, he'd smoothly interrupt and change the subject successfully. The little voice in her mind told her not to ignore it, but it's nearly Christmas, she shouldn't be bothered by it.

Angeline ignored the talking around her as she looked at Draco sitting across from her. She studied him for the first time. He was still as pale as he was the night of Slughorn's Christmas party, but was not looking as sick. That voice in the back of her mind was telling her that it was all connected to the same thing...but she ignored it again. It was Christmas she reminded the voice, she reallly shouldn't worry too much about anything.

Don't think too much about things...

At that moment he looked up from his plate, his stormy gray eyes meeting her light green ones. He looked annoyed.

But when is there a moment he isn't?

"What?" Draco asked her.

"You don't seem to like your sprouts. You've never liked them." Angeline said. Draco frowned at her from across the table.

"Why do you remember that?" He asked.

Angeline didn't answer him because her father had risen to give his middle of dinner speech.

Nice timing, father...

"I'd like to welcome everyone," Demetrius began, "I would also hope that everyone is enjoying themselves." There was a collective agreement around the long table. Angeline wondered how many of them were just being polite. She thought the party was sort of boring, but then again she was a little biased. She was forced to attend after all.

"It's great to see that so many of us have made it to see yet another Christmas. That the bloody Order hasn't managed to group us all." There was a cheer and but Angeline looked at the stiff Malfoys across from her. Narcissa and Draco both. "And even with some of our kind in Azkaban it is best we say it is for something, and it should not be seen a weakness to our cause, for we are the winning side of this war." Another cheer of agreement sounded. Angeline looked at Draco again, there was an unusual calmness about him. "In the months following the incident that occurred at the Ministry, in our ranks we have gained new and young recruits. Some even sit in this room." There were more cheers and smug looks, notably coming from Nathaniel and the daughter of the imprisoned Jugson who sat some ways down the table. "And there will no doubt be more to join in the months to come."

Angeline's gaze went to the Malfoys sitting across from her. Narcissa looked absolutely pale, while Draco still looked calm but something swirled in those gray eyes of his. But the soft chuckle to her left made her look at Nathaniel Blishwick. She cursed her parents a second time for putting her next to him. They've known for years of their mutual hatred and simply didn't care. She was sure if her parents had their way she would have to marry Blishwick in the future...She'd kill Blishwick first. Nathaniel threw her a wink before he turned back to her father.

Not good...

"Always knew how to make a speech, Mr. Jensen. It was a fine day when the Dark Lord took us young ones so gracefully. Best moment of my life. And I am surely grateful. But sir, you mentioned joining of more members. Do you mean to say that Angeline will be joining us as well?" Nathaniel inquired.

The nerve to sound so innocent!

All eyes turned to her. Her right hand immediately balled into a fist. He knew damn well she had no intention of joining their ranks. Though the way she presented herself to everyone else tonight they did not know this. He was trying to test how far she was going to go to fool these people. It was written all over his face.

Bloody bastard! I wish he broke his neck that time I pushed him down the stairs...

Her father looked far from happy as he glanced at her. "Angeline is quite capable of telling you herself. Aren't you Angeline?" Her father said looking at her pointedly.

Lie. He was telling her. Lie or there would be dire consequences.

"Of course, father..." Angeline said. It was silent as everyone stared at her.

The outcome is in your hands, Angeline...What will it be? Lie and say what they all want to hear. Or cause a complete uproar with what you really think of them and their Dark Lord.

"Angeline, dear, it's rude to keep people waiting," her mother Celeste said. "Answer them, dear." Angeline unclenched her fist and folded her hands in her lap.

Go with the one that won't get you killed tonight...

"I'll join soon enough," she answered firmly. "I want to finish my education first," she explained. "Otherwise I see myself as being no significant asset to the Dark Lord and I strive to offer something to the Dark Lord other than my currently mediocre skills." Angeline finished meeting as many eyes as she could.

Many of them seemed satisfied with the answer she had given for their attention went back to her father.

"There you have it, Nathaniel," Demetrius said he also looked satisfied by Angeline's answer, but she knew that he saw right through her. It was more that she managed not to embarrass the family. "Now let us finish our dinner so you may return to your homes or decide to stay and mingle some more," her father sat back down and everyone turned back to their own conversations and the food on their plates.

Angeline could hear Nathaniel mumbling under his breathe, but she ignored what he was saying for she was looking at the Malfoys again. That voice in the back of her head screaming at her to put the pieces together. To stop trying to defend what couldn't be defended.

He's not a Death Eater...She told the voice. Draco couldn't be...At least not yet. That would be proving so many people right and if there was one thing she did know about him was that he loved to prove people wrong.

But there were so many signs that pointed to him being one of them. Mentally she shook her head, there was nothing to be suspicious about. She would drive herself mental.

Let it go. Just because it's expected doesn't mean it has or will happen.

The voice stopped, but she knew the silence wouldn't last too long.

When dinner was over and dessert was finished, the guest had made their way back in the ballroom. Well most of the guest. Draco had slipped into the hall and out a side door into the garden. Leaning against the wall he let out the breath he felt he'd been holding since Angeline's father stood up to make his speech. As calm as he looked he was far from it.

Draco closed his eyes as the wind blew around him. His attempts of keeping Angeline from knowing that he himself was Death Eater could have been blown in that one moment. He was grateful that her father had left out names and that no one else had pointed out that he was one of those new young followers. But Draco wasn't too sure of how much Angeline had finally put together. He knew she wasn't stupid, but he knew how naïve she was, and how she believed in some sort of good in him. Draco also knew that he shouldn't care whether or not she knew. In fact it would keep her away from him like he initially wanted...but she tended to treat him like no one else treated him...

She treated him like the sixteen year old wizard he was. She didn't think he was very special and she didn't hate him. That would change if she knew and Draco didn't want that to change. She brought him some sort of normalcy. And he definitely needed that right now.

"I'll bloody set him on fire next time. That's what I'll bloody do." Draco opened his eyes and looked where the voice was coming from. Angeline had come into the garden from another door. She hadn't noticed him yet by the way she continued to grumble under her breath. "Has the nerve to tell me that next time I should avoid insulting guest. Ha!"

"Shouldn't say such things you never know who's listening." Draco said grabbing her attention. Angeline jumped and turned to look at him. "You sound bloody mental, Jensen. Who are you talking about anyway?" He asked once Angeline stood before him.

"Blishwick," she said crossing her arms in front of her. "Stopped me in the hall to explain that he was teaching me a lesson at dinner and how to avoid it the next time." Angeline stopped and looked Draco over a moment. "What are you doing out here?" she asked curiously.

"Thinking," Draco replied looking out onto the dark ground.

"If you want me to leave I will," Angeline said. "I'll tell your mother where she can find you..."

"You can stay, Jensen," Draco said. Draco saw as she relaxed a little and leaned against the wall next to him. They stood there in silence for what seemed like hours. Draco looked over at her and studied her face. She appeared deep in thought as she stared at the sky. From they way she acted he knew she was still oblivious of what 'organization' he belonged to and he liked it that way.

It needs to stay that way...He thought as he looked up back onto the grounds.

"Do you believe in a choices?" Her question was so quiet that Draco barely heard her. He looked at her to find her still looking at the sky. "Choosing our own paths and whatnot."

No.

"I suppose," Draco responded after a moment. "Why?" Angeline shrugged slightly and looked at him.

"Just that we have our lives all set up for us. We're expected to be just like the people that surround us, so we don't really get to choose the path we take. We're far more than blood statuses and the houses or schools we belong to. But those are the things that seem to decide our futures."

"What is it you believe then?"

"I believe the choices are there," she said quietly. "We just have to be willing to search for them and finding the courage to take them. Especially if it defies what's expected."

"What does this have to do with anything?" Draco questioned.

"In reference to dinner tonight is all. And how easy it was to lie to those people." Angeline said. "Besides it was something to talk about."

Are you testing me?

There was a small pop and a house-elf stood before them.

"Young Miss Angeline Nula has been sent to inform your friend young mister Malfoy that his mother and his aunt wish to leave now," Angeline nodded once.

"Thank you, Nula." The house-elf bowed and disapparated before anything else could be said to it. Draco pushed himself from the wall and headed to the door. "I guess this means we go back to normal. You can go back to treating me like the scum of the earth." Angeline said. Draco paused at the door leading back inside. There was something in her tone.

"You haven't taken a liking to me have you, Jensen?" Draco questioned looking at her. Angeline turned and met his stare.

"Have you taken a liking to me, Malfoy?" she asked.

Maybe.

"No."

"Same goes for me," she said lightly.

"What? Far too hard pretending you like me?" Draco asked. Angeline laughed a little.

"You could say that," she said. "You should go. You don't want to keep your mother and aunt waiting..." Draco looked her over once more before he nodded.

"See you when term starts," he said. Angeline returned the nod as Draco opened the door and stepped inside.

"Oh Draco!" she called only moments later. "Happy Christmas."

"Happy Christmas, Angeline." She smiled a little.

"Better cut that out by the time we get to school. Your girlfriend will throw a fit otherwise." Angeline said. Draco rolled his eyes and shook his head.

No use fighting it.

"Goodbye," Draco said briskly before turning on his heel and leaving to meet his mother and his aunt in the next room.

It hadn't been the night Draco expected it to be. It was odd to say the least and his head hurt far too much.

But one thing was good. She still has no clue. Just the way I need it to be for once term starts again.

Well that was painful. lol. So much trouble writing this. I started off loving it by the end hating it. I have like ten documented versions of this chapter. Some of which are handwritten... If you hated this chapter completely understandable lol.

That's enough of my rant.

They'll be back at Hogwarts next chapter. Thank goodness for that.

Review if you haven't already gouged your eyes out. haha.

Much love,
TR