When Adeline was eight she wanted nothing more than to do everything that Finnegan did. The problem was, Finnegan was ten, and as her father said, "a boy." She remembered one time in particular, Florence and Amelie had some friends over for tea, and Finnegan and Adeline were expected to entertain the children. Finnegan had taken the boys outside, while Amelie had ushered Adeline and the girls into the library to pass the time with dolls and books. Adeline had tried her best, passing around books, toys, and art supplies, but she kept glancing out the window, watching as the boys zipped and zoomed around the grounds on brooms. She wanted nothing more than to be outside, flying in the chilly autumn air and playing quidditch with her brother, but she knew her parents would never approve.

After everyone had gone home for the day, Finnegan had asked her how her day had been, and she'd lied that she'd had a great time. But deep down, she wanted to fly. She'd waited until everyone had gone to bed that night, and then she'd snuck into the shed to steal a broomstick. For thirty minutes, she tried and failed to teach herself how to fly. She fell, more times than she could count, but she kept getting up and trying again. She'd finally managed to get the broom to raise a couple of feet into the air, but she'd wobbled and fallen, landing on her backside. With tears in her eyes, she'd decided that maybe this was something she couldn't do.

"Come on, Dellie, get up," Finnegan had called from behind her, walking out from behind the shed, where he'd been watching her for the past several minutes. "You were doing so well. Come on, I'll show you."

And he had. Every night for the rest of the year, he'd met her outside after their parents had gone to sleep, and taught her how to fly. It was one of the last times that Adeline could remember her brother…just being her brother. She found it hard to reconcile the brother that she'd had at eight, who'd risked their parent's wrath to teach her something that her father had determined girls shouldn't do, with the brother who would stop at nothing to hurt her and the people she loved.

After James shut the door, Dorea looked at the three Gryffindors, pride glowing in her eyes. Sirius pulled over a chair for Adeline to sit in, and perched on the arm, while James sat on the edge of Dorea's bed. Dorea reached for her wand, and mumbled something at the door; when James raised his eyebrows in question, she explained that she didn't want to be overheard.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely serious. Sirius, Adeline and James were sitting on the edges of their seats, waiting to see what Dorea wanted to talk to them about. She didn't keep them waiting long.

"Charlus and I are so proud of all three of you for agreeing to join the Order. We've been friends with Professor Dumbledore for a long time, and when we signed on to help start up the organization, it was always with the hope that one day, we'd be able to pull from the younger generation. With that said, there are things that Charlus and I think you need to know – things that we don't know if Dumbledore wants you to know. But our main priority is making sure the three of you are as prepared as possible, so to hell with what he wants." Dorea adjusted so that she was sitting up more in her bed, looking at each of the three in turn.

"What does Dumbledore not want us to know?" Sirius was looking at Dorea with an intensity of focus that Adeline couldn't remember seeing from him before. Adeline was looking at Dorea thoughtfully. She thought she had an idea what was coming, and if she was correct, she didn't know how Sirius was going to react. "And why?"

Dorea took a moment to answer. "There are things going on that Dumbledore is keeping from us all. That much has always been clear; Dumbledore always knows more than he lets on, and the sooner you three understand that, the better off you'll be." She paused, looking at the three expectantly. They all nodded at her in understanding. "Now, Sirius, how much do you know of your brother's involvement with the Death Eaters?"

Sirius's expression darkened, and he answered in a voice oozing with false apathy. "Well, he turned sixteen over the summer, so I'd assume he's officially been marked – stupid git."

Dorea did not look at Sirius with pity, but with a hardness in her eyes. "Yes. He's been spotted out and about several times during the Christmas break. He was involved in a fight with some Order members last week – and I have to say he wasn't holding anything back. He was hurt a little bit, but honestly, it seemed like he was being protected. Charlus and I think that he's being groomed for something bigger, something secret, and I think Dumbledore has an idea of what it is. I want the three of you to keep an eye on him the rest of the year, okay?"

Adeline and James nodded, but Sirius huffed and crossed his arms. "The git deserves everything that's coming to him. He can rot in hell for all I care. He's getting exactly what he asked for. There's no way that he knows anything important, they're probably just protecting him because he's a child."

"The time for childishness is behind you, Sirius," Dorea hissed sharply. "Regulus is important somehow – you should have seen the way the other Death Eaters protected him. They're keeping him alive for some reason, and it will greatly benefit us to find out what that reason is. It's time for you to grow up and realize that your childhood rivalry is less important than defeating Voldemort. Regulus may be young, but he is a fully initiated Death Eater – the stakes are much higher now, and it's time for you to realize that."

Adeline knew immediately that his had been the wrong thing to say. She closed her eyes briefly and exhaled through her nose, but Sirius had already stood. Without a word, he stormed out of the hospital room, slamming the door behind him. Dorea, James and Adeline were silent for a moment before James stood with a sigh. "I'll go after him."

James hurried out of the room, and Dorea let her head fall backwards against the wall. "I didn't mean to upset him," she said finally, looking at Adeline with soft eyes. "I just wanted to impress upon him that things are changing and schoolhouse squabbles have no place in the war."

"He's still very sensitive when it comes to Regulus. We tend to avoid talking about him altogether. He'll come around – he's just gone to work off some steam."

James hurried after Sirius, but he was already gone. He paused, thinking quickly. If he was Sirius, where would he have gone? He pushed into the stairwell, but paused. Up or down? With a jolt, he took off downstairs; Sirius wouldn't go upstairs, where he had nowhere to run. Sirius, like his canine animagus, loved to run.

James burst into the lobby, running through to the exit while ignoring all of the looks he was getting from the patients waiting to be seen. He skidded to a stop in the alleyway outside of the hospital, looking around frantically for Sirius. James spotted him, and with a groan took off for him; he was across the street, sitting on a motorbike. When he saw James coming for him, he took out his wand and tapped the motorbike, which came to life with a roar.

"Come on, mate," James called. "Don't do this."

Sirius ignored him, peeling off at breakneck speed down the street. "Fuck my life," James said to himself, before launching himself onto a nearby motorbike, and kicking it into life with his wand. He promised that he would make sure both this bike, and the one Sirius had stolen, were returned to their owners, and took off after Sirius.

Sirius was weaving in and out of cars ahead of him. James leaned over the handlebars, and increased his pace, coming up on Sirius's heels.

"Padfoot, stop!" He called. Sirius turned, his black hair going crazy in the wind, but his grey eyes were determined. He turned back around, and took a sharp left turn, narrowly avoiding being hit by a car going straight through a traffic light. James cursed, slowed a fraction and waited for an opportunity to follow Sirius.

"Are you crazy!" He screamed, as Sirius hopped the curb, sending pedestrians scurrying out of his way.

"Go back, James," Sirius screamed over his shoulder. "I want to be alone."

James wobbled on his bike, not used to it's weight, but tapped it with his wand again, using magic to steady it. He felt his adrenaline spiking – he'd never done something like this before. Sure, he'd been on a broom thousands of times, but this…this was different. One wrong turn, and he'd be on the ground. Or worse, someone else would be hurt. He pushed down his anger at Sirius, knowing that the time for that would come; right now, he just had to focus on getting him to stop. Or at least, getting him to slow down.

"Never," he yelled forward at Sirius, pushing himself a little so that they were side by side. "I'm never leaving you, pads. I'm here with you, always. You want to run? Let's run. But let's not kill anyone, yeah?"

Sirius looked over at him, hunched over the handlebars of his bike. James saw him relent, and felt relief rush through his stomach. At that moment, however, they heard sirens from behind them. Horrified, James turned around to see a police car, with two policeman inside, chasing them, sirens blazing. He turned back to Sirius, who looked similarly shocked. With a smirk, Sirius shouted, "Well, Prongs? What do you say we have a bit of fun?"

James hesitated for only a moment, before he grinned. "Let's pick some quieter streets, eh, Padfoot?"'

Sirius grinned, and turned back ahead with new determination. He increased the speed, turning down a small alleyway. The car squealed as it made a sharp turn, following them. James motioned to Sirius, turning them right down an alleyway between two houses, too tight for the police car to follow them. They burst out onto a fresh street, whooping in glee, as the police car went the long way around the buildings, turning onto their street three blocks behind them. Sirius and James took off down the long street, crisscrossing in front of each other as they vied for who would lead. Sirius was laughing in glee as he turned back to look at James, enjoying his brush with the law, when he suddenly blanched.

"James," he shouted, in a sharp voice that immediately caught James's attention. He gestured upwards; James turned to look as well, and cursed as he realized that just behind the police car, high above in the air, were three men on broomsticks, wearing black robes and masks.

"Death Eaters," James snapped, just barely avoiding red sparks that flew over his shoulder.

"Faster!" Sirius shouted, turning back and leaning over the front of the motorbike, pushing it faster and faster. James followed suit, pushing himself and the bike to its limits. They both swerved and turned as they avoided the spells that were being thrown their way, running up on the sidewalk and barely avoiding hitting each other.

"We need to do something!" James snapped. "Soon, or we're going to crash."

"Use the car," Sirius screamed, pulling his wand out. Wind was pushing his hair back, so every time he turned it was sticking to his face. He pushed it back angrily with his wand hand, keeping one hand on the bike. He pointed his wand at the police car, which was still chasing them. "We can't hit them all with spells while driving. Use the car!"

James understood Sirius's intention, pulling out his own wand and pointing it at the police car. Together, they shouted, "Wingardium Leviosa," and the car rose into the air quickly. With a thud, the Death Eaters flew right into the car. They fell, either knocked out, or simply knocked off course. As they fell, their masks fell off, revealing their faces behind. James stalled, trying to see if he recognized anyone. He briefly saw a head of dark hair, and narrowed his eyes for a better look, but Sirius interrupted him.

"Come on!" Sirius screamed, shaking James out of his moment of hesitation. "We have to go!"

With one more glance over his shoulder, James took off after Sirius. They rode for a long time, trying to take random turns to throw anyone off their track who may be following them. They came across a small alleyway, which was secluded enough, and far enough from London proper, that they felt safe to dismount the motorbikes. As James clamored off his, he looked at Sirius in disbelief. "What the ruddy hell was that?" He hissed, breathing heavily.

"What?" Sirius snapped. "Running off? Your Mum…"

"Not that!" James cried. "Although we will be talking about what a fucking idiotic move that was…but I'm talking about the fucking Death Eaters that just chased us. How'd they find us? It's like they were waiting for us."

Sirius was also breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling quickly as he took deep breaths. "They were – probably knew we'd be at the hospital visiting Mum and Dad, and hoped they'd get a chance to attack. Fuck!" He turned as he cursed, hitting his fist into the brick wall of the home they were standing next to. He cradled it to his chest afterwards, his knuckles torn open and bloody.

"Did you get a good look at them?" James asked. Sirius shook his head. "One of them was Yarbury."

Sirius cursed again. "Of course it was," he said sarcastically. "Probably hoping he could get his hands on Delle. Fuck – Delle. Come on, we've got to go!"

By the time they'd apparated back to St. Mungo's, they'd realized that it was dark out – close to midnight, when James checked his watch. When they inquired with the receptionist, someone new this time, they were told that visiting hours were over, and that Adeline had left over an hour ago. They hadn't even realized how long they'd been gone. Disappointed that they couldn't go apologize to Dorea, or check on Charlus, they turned to the floo, using it to travel back to Potter Manor.

The moment Sirius stepped out of the floo, Adeline flew into his arms. He buried his face into her blonde hair, wrapping his arms tightly around her tiny waist. He realized, with horror, that her shoulders were shaking. She was crying. Sirius's heart dropped; he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"Hey, hey, don't cry. We're okay." He rubbed comforting circles on her back, pulling her closer to his chest.

It took him a moment to realize that she was saying something. "What?" He asked, pulling away from her a little bit.

When she looked up at him, Sirius realized that while she was crying, they were not tears of joy at his safe return. Her face was red, and she was crying big, ugly, angry tears. "Absolute idiots!" She screamed, hitting him in the chest with her tiny fists. "Do you realize how much damage you've done?"

"What are you talking about?" James asked, walking around Sirius to Adeline's side.

"You!" Adeline hissed, spinning to face James. "You were supposed to calm him down, not help him START A POLICE CHASE! And certainly not destroy a police car and make Aurors come out and obliviate two policemen. What were you two thinking?" From her back pocket, she pulled out the evening edition of The Daily Prophet. The article on the front page read "Muggle 'Police' Car Chase Outside St. Mungo's". She threw it onto the table next to the fireplace with a thud.

"Oi! That's not what happened," Sirius hissed, outraged.

"Are you saying you two didn't initiate a police chase?" Adeline asked heatedly, raising her eyebrows.

"Okay, that part…" James said, raising his hands placatingly.

"And you didn't destroy a car?"

"Well, yes, but…"

"And then you didn't run, leaving the mess for someone else to clean up?" Adeline finished, glaring at the two.

"Okay, fine, but the part that I bet isn't mentioned, love, is that we were being chased by three Death Eaters," Sirius said angrily, taking a step towards Adeline. She stepped backwards, and crossed her arms, but her expression softened slightly, especially when she realized he was injured.

"What?" She asked, still heated, but now with a hint of concern.

James stepped forward, pushing Sirius behind him. "Sirius, take a breather. You're really wound up."

Sirius cursed, but walked away a bit, flexing his hands and wincing in pain. "What happened?" Adeline asked.

"Sirius stole a motorbike, and I stole one to follow him. We were going to slow down, when the cops put their sirens on behind us. And we thought…well, we thought we'd have a bit of fun and go for a bit of a ride, I'll admit." Adeline tutted under her breath, her eyes narrowed dangerously, but James went on. "However, almost immediately, we realized that there were three Death Eaters, following us on brooms. They were shooting spells at us, and we couldn't fight back, and drive at the same time. So Sirius had the idea to use the car – we raised it into the air, and they flew right into it, falling off their brooms. We were able to get away after that."

"Death Eaters?" Adeline asked in a choked voice, moving backwards until her knees hit a couch, and falling down onto it. "How'd they find you?"

"They were waiting for us," Sirius said, coming around to the front of the couch and pacing in front of the fireplace. James sat down next to Adeline, throwing an arm around her shoulders. "Your brother was one of them."

"Finn?" Adeline looked up at Sirius, her face whitening. "Is he…"

"He must be fine, I reckon," Sirius said with a shrug, leaning against the wall. "Seeing as they were gone by the time the Aurors arrived. Do they say anything else in the article?"

"They don't know it was you two, and it doesn't really seem like they have any leads."

"Good."

"Good," Adeline echoed, coldly, eyeing Sirius.

There was an awkward pause, with the three staring at each other blankly. After a minute, James cleared his throat. "I think I'm going to go use the upstairs fire to see if I can check in with Lily…she's probably worried…yeah." He left the room in a rush, leaving Sirius and Adeline alone.

They didn't speak. The room was thick with heavy awkwardness. Adeline broke their silence with a sigh. "Let me see your hand."

"It's fine," Sirius said, petulantly. Adeline glared at him, and he relented, coming over to sit next to her. She pulled his hand onto her lap, wincing as she saw how badly his knuckles were ripped open.

"What'd you do?" Adeline asked, running a hand gently over the wound.

"Hit a wall," he said casually.

"Does it hurt?"

"Only a little."

"Can I heal it?"

Sirius looked up at her, eyes guarded. After a pause, he smiled tightly and nodded. "Yes, please."

Adeline pulled her wand out, and passed it slowly over Sirius's knuckles. She muttered the spell quietly under her breath, watching as the wounds stitched back together. By the time she was done, and had siphoned off the blood, it looked as though the injury had never happened. She pulled his hand into hers, rubbing her thumb gently over the just healed skin at his knuckles. She brought their hands up to her lips, kissing his palm. "Better?"

"Yeah, thanks, love," Sirius said, sighing in relief. "Look…"

"It's okay, don't say anything," Adeline said. "I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have been so angry. I was worried, that's all."

"I'm sorry, Delle," Sirius apologized anyway. "I shouldn't have run like that. I just…"

"Lose it when your brother's involved, I know. But you know Dorea's right – if she thinks something's going on, she's probably right. I know you hate him, but I, for one, am going to try to keep an eye on him while we can."

Sirius didn't say anything, but nodded in agreement. They were quiet for a couple of seconds, before Sirius spoke again. "Your brother, Delle. It's no joke – he was throwing killing curses at James and I. He knew we'd be at St. Mungo' s, but obviously they can't come in and start attacking. He was waiting for an opportunity; I can't help but worry what would have happened if you'd come chasing after me. I'm…"

"Scared," Adeline finished. "I know. I am too."

They didn't say anything after that, or later when James came back down, hesitantly, as though expecting them to be screaming at each other. When he realized they weren't, he came into the room and sat down on Adeline's other side. The three woke up the next morning on the couch, wrapped around each other. After a moment of getting their bearings, they got up, got dressed, and went back to St. Mungo's.

They spent the rest of break at St. Mungo's, keeping Dorea, and Charlus, who'd woken up the day after the motorbike fiasco, company. They were able to bring Dorea and Charlus home before the break ended, leaving them in Tildy's capable hands. At Dorea's insistence, Sirius and Adeline spent the last night before break ended at Sirius's loft, leaving James behind.

Sirius brought her up to the loft, leading her by the hand. When he pushed open the door, Adeline smiled at how cozy it was. He had a brown leather couch in the center of the living room, with red and gold throw blankets draped over the back. There was a fire cackling merrily in the grate across from it; the hearth was lined with photographs. Adeline walked closer, taking a look at the photos he had chosen to display.

There was a photo of the four Marauders, taken around fourth year. James and Sirius sat in the middle of a couch in the Gryffindor common room, their arms thrown around each other, grinning broadly. Peter was sitting on the left, but kept looking out of frame, as though contemplating running out. Remus sat on the right, smiling tentatively. Every so often, he'd look over at Sirius and James, as if remembering that they were there, amazed that he had friends. Next to this picture, was a photo of Sirius with Dorea and Charlus. It must have been taken one summer break, for Sirius was sporting a wild tan. In the photo, he was mounting a broomstick and kicking off, while Dorea and Charlus cheered him on. The last was a picture of her, curled up in a window seat in the Gryffindor common room, sketching. The photo version of her never looked up, never having seen the camera; the real Adeline had no idea when this photo was taken.

Adeline ran her finger down the frame, smiling softly. Sirius came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her stomach. "I love that picture of you," he whispered into her ear.

Adeline leaned her head back against his chest. "I never knew you took it."

"I've taken so many sneaky pictures of you when you weren't looking, I could fill an entire photo album," Sirius said with a chuckle. "You always look so adorable when you're concentrating on something."

Sirius let go of her middle, and walked over to the record player. He put on a record, a familiar record. Adeline grinned; it was the record she and he had danced to the first time she'd been home to the Potter's manor – that first Easter break, when she'd still been dating Bertram. Sirius walked over to her, extending his arm in invitation. "Shall we?"

She put her hand in his, allowing him to pull her close. They swayed to the music, letting it fill the room with the kind of magic that only music produced. Adeline looked up at her boyfriend, admiring his chiseled jawline and the way his muscular arms felt wrapped around her. He looked back down at her, his eyes, just like last time, overflowing with emotion. "The last time we danced to this, I knew that I was in love with you," Adeline whispered.

Sirius dropped a kiss to the top of her head, pulling her closer. "I know. But you were with Bertram, and you're so damn honorable," he said, rolling his eyes mockingly.

Adeline chuckled. "When did you know?" She asked.

Sirius took his time answering, swaying gently with her to the music. "I don't know if there was a specific moment – I always knew that I liked you, that I was drawn to you. I mean, a guy doesn't scare off an entire school's worth of guys for just anyone, you know? I didn't know, at the time, why I was so insistent that no one should date you – I was young, and didn't know what it meant that I wanted to hex any guy who looked at you. But I knew it was something more when I realized how damn jealous I got when I saw you and Bertram together. It made me realize that I'd been slowly falling for you since the first time I met you. I knew I loved you when your brother hit you with that hex – I was so scared you wouldn't wake up, and I couldn't leave your side. I just don't know when like turned in to love, you know?"

Adeline nodded, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. She smiled, jokingly. "Since you first met me, huh?"

Sirius rolled his eyes, but smiled. "Don't go getting a big head now, love. It'll look horribly out of place on your tiny body." He leaned down to kiss her, pulling her tightly towards his chest by the small of her back.

Adeline let him kiss her for a moment, before pulling away to say, "But, love, if I get a big head, it'll just match yours all the better."

He growled, and Adeline squealed. She ran from him playfully, and Sirius chased her, still growling. He caught her round the middle, pulling her feet off the ground and carrying her into the bedroom. He threw her down onto the bed, pinning her hands down above her head. The chuckle froze on her face as her heart started beating in anticipation. Sirius was looking down at her with an intense heat, and Adeline felt her entire body reacting to the way he was looking at her.

He kissed her again, and it was different this time. His hands held her by the waist, before drifting upwards towards her chest. His other hand slipped underneath her shirt, moving up towards her ribs. His thumb stretched out, brushing the underside of her breast. Adeline knew where this was going, but decided in a split moment decision, that she needed to know something before they continued. She pulled away slightly, and Sirius immediately pulled his hands away.

"Are you okay, love?" He asked, concerned.

"Yes," Adeline assured him. "I just…the last time I did this, I didn't know…I didn't know anything about him. I didn't…"

Sirius smiled down at her, sitting them up and pulling her next to him on the bed, so that they were sitting criss-cross facing each other. "There's no rush, love. Ask me what you want to know."

"Who was it?" Adeline blurted. "You know…who did you…"

"Marlene McKinnon," Sirius answered, simply.

"And did you… you know?"

"Love her?" Sirius asked, raising his eyebrows. Adeline nodded, slowly. Sirius smiled at her before answering. "You're the only girl I've ever loved. Marlene and I had a good time together. I liked her, more than any other girl before you. But I didn't love her – I couldn't, because I was already in love with you. That's why I ended things with her – she deserved better than that."

Adeline nodded, leaning over to kiss Sirius. "Thanks for telling me. Sorry for killing the mood."

Sirius pulled Adeline into his lap. "You didn't kill the mood. These things are important to talk about. And I want you to be comfortable before we do anything."

"Okay," Adeline agreed, smiling at him sweetly.

"Okay?" Sirius said playfully, kissing her chin.

Adeline felt the mood immediately switch, her core heating up again. She groaned against the feeling of his lips against her skin, his hands against her back. He leaned her back carefully, following with his body, pinning her to the bed. He kissed down her neck, across her shoulder, and down her arm. He used his hand to push her shirt up, following the hem with his lips and then kissing down her stomach. Looking up at her to confirm, he waited until she nodded to pull her pants down.

Adeline felt fire everywhere that he touched, nothing like her first time doing this. Everywhere he touched tingled, until slowly her entire body began to tingle, and she felt the pressure building in her core once again. Sirius's tongue was doing things that she had never experienced before, and she found herself getting louder and louder, until she was practically screaming his name in ecstasy. While they had done this before, it had never felt like this before; the anticipation of what was to come had intensified every nerve ending in her body, leaving her begging for more.

She pulled Sirius up to her, using her feet to pull down his boxers; she was unsure when he'd lost his pants, but she certainly wasn't complaining. She pulled him in to a kiss, reaching down to feel him. She smiled when she realized how hard he was, the evidence of how much he wanted her clear in her hand. She pulled him towards her insistently. "I'm ready, Sirius. I love you." Sirius leaned down to kiss her, echoing her before pushing inside of her for the first time.

When Adeline looked back on their first time together, she wanted to kick herself for waiting so long. Sirius was gentle, but rough; loving and confident at the same time. Sirius made her feel like she was the only person in the entire world, and when they were done, the only thing she felt was his immense love for her. She looked back to her first time having sex, and how empty she had felt when they'd finished; this was the complete opposite. It had made her feel closer to Sirius, made her feel connected to him in a way that only came through physical intimacy.

Much later in the night, while Sirius was sleeping, Adeline got up to get some water from the kitchen. She padded through the dark living room, barefoot and wearing just Sirius's old Quidditch jersey, and pulled a cup from the cupboard. She filled it with water from her wand, and walked over to the window to look down at the road below. Diagon Alley was still alive with people – mostly young adults stumbling home from the pubs, but some professionals coming home from the late shift at work. As Adeline people watched, an owl flew to perch on the windowsill. It wasn't an owl that she recognized, but she wondered if it was for Sirius, perhaps from Peter. She wouldn't recognize an owl from Peter, as she had never received one before.

She opened the window, and the owl hopped in, sticking out its leg. Adeline took the letter from the owl, who turned and flew off immediately. Adeline's name was on the front of the letter; she furrowed her brow, confused. The handwriting looked exactly like Sirius's, but Sirius was asleep in the next room, certainly not sending her letters.

Adeline broke the seal on the letter, opening it up.

Delle,

Meet me in the library this Wednesday at 7PM.

Bring no one, and tell no one.

-R.A.B