Well here is the next chapter. Hope you guys enjoy it!

If you check my main page you can see which stories I am working on, or at least the ones I'm supposed to be working on. I tried my best finding all the spelling, and grammar errors.

Sorry for the chapter title...I didn't know what to call it -_-

Edit: I have made an edit to the chapter entitled 'Deal with the Devil'. It's nothing major so you don't have to reread it. All I did was change Raven's age to 17 instead of 18. It was because I said she was having a birthday soon, which would make her 19, but I want her to be about the same age as Tom. So, Raven is 17 years old.

When Life Hands You Lemons...

"Thanks for the help yesterday." Lola grumbled sarcastically, while flipping through her phone during our commute to school.

I shrugged, smiling joyfully at my best friend. There was no way I could pass up seeing Lola looking so flustered, and honestly, Sirius seemed pretty eager to help Lola get home.

"You got home safely, didn't you?" I grinned more.

"Something interesting happened?" Kat inquired, and I explained what happened the day before.

"At least your ankle is doing better." Apparently after taking a few pain killers, keeping it elevated, and a being wrapped pretty well, Lola was able to walk just fine. Considering she danced quite a bit, she was no stranger to sprained ankles. That and Lola was a lot tougher than most people gave her credit for.

However, despite the fact she wouldn't be bedridden for the first day after the break, she sighed heavily. Lola was scrolling through her phone, and the longer she looked at it the more predominate her frown became.

"Something wrong?"

Lola shook her head, her eyes becoming unfocused. "I don't know yet." She put her phone away as our stop finally arrived and we moved for the school. I wanted to press the issue since she looked worried, but Lola remained quiet even after we settled down in our seats. I wasn't getting any answers out of her at the moment, so I resigned myself to enjoying the few minutes before class began.

Lunch rolled around pretty quickly, and Lola's mood hadn't changed from earlier. In fact, it felt like she was worse. What could be going on with her? She was fine until she checked her phone.

"Sorry, guys. I'll be back." She said and left the room in a hurry.

The rest of us exchanged looks after watching her leave.

"What's going on with Lola?" Kat asked me, but I could only shrug.

"I don't know. She was fiddling with her phone since earlier today, and has been getting more anxious as the day goes."

"I hope everything is alright. You don't think it's a family problem, do you?"

"Your guess is as good as mine, Mary." I looked in the direction Lola left, "But, I don't think it's anything that serious. If it was, I think she would have left school all together."

Without much of a choice we continued our lunch without Lola, who returned only moments before the period was over. Much to our displeasure, Lola returned looked worse than when she left. Here eyes were downcast in sadness, and her shoulders drooped. What the heck was going on? Why did she look like that? I was dying to ask her, and by everyone else's looks, so were they. During the breaks between classes I tried to get an answer out of her, but she would continuously change the subject. However, she did promise to tell me once she had a clearer idea of what was going on. With that promise, I was put at ease a little.

When school came to an end, we all went out separate ways. Lola had to meet up with her dance team, and Trent was meeting some friends at the school library. Though Kat's grandparents were back home and doing well, she didn't want them over working themselves until she was sure they were 100 percent ok. As for Mary and I, it was actually a very important time for us. Not only was volleyball season starting, but this was also around the time when people start signing up their teams for the sports festival next semester. Last year Mary and I didn't participate since it overlaps with volleyball season, but seeing as it was our last year in Hogwarts, we wanted to go out with a bang. We already had a group chat with other people who would be on our team. Since we already had the team, all we needed was our team captain to collect all of our forms and sign us up. We were also in charge of finding our own coach, which luckily, one of our team member's older sister was an aspiring coach.

The Sports festival also went by the Trisports Tournament, but nowadays most people referred to it as a festival. The reason being, originally only three sports were played: basketball, football and soccer. Though after the inclusion of dozens of other sports, people wanted a more inclusive name, and though officially the name hasn't change, people began referring to it as simply a sports festival.

Regardless, it was the prime opportunity for people to be scouted for professional teams, whether it be as a player or a coach. For those who couldn't make it into Drumstrang, this was one of the biggest opportunities. From now until the end of the semester people will be forming teams and practicing, if they haven't started already, and then throughout the first half of the semester there will be matches to find the teams that will participate in the festival. The actual festival will only be a week long, and after 5 years, it'll finally be held at Hogwarts. So for that week there won't be any school. Lucky!

Even though we were excited, there were still a lot of things we had to get through before the Festival. There was still Christmas Yule Ball, the winter festival, and the most important being finals. Before you could even participate in the Sports Festival you had to have a good academic standing. Luckily, I didn't have to worry about the first two things. This year it was the job of the east wing to plan the Winter festival, and the north wing to plan the Yule ball. Then again, that means, next semester the south wing - specifically where my homeroom is located - will be in charge of the Spring Festival. Just thinking about having to worry about that, graduating and the Sports Festival was making me tired.

Beside me Mary laughed, "Don't get worn out already."

"Sorry, I'm thinking a bit too much." I straightened back up. After a while the two of us enter the large courtyard that sat in the center of the school. It was lush with greenery, while still having quite a bit of open space. There were students all about, simply lounging around, and enjoying the fresh air. Mary and I walked towards a bench that was occupied by two people.

One was a short girl, peaking at 5'2, with orange hair - dyed of course - that was pulled into pigtails by two black ball hair ties. She was fair skinned, and had freckles dotting around her cheeks and nose. Her eyes were an expressive blue, that glittered brightly as she spoke to her companion. She had a rather defined jaw, and her features were sharp, giving her an unapproachable look when not smiling. The girl's name was Petra Russel, a 15 year old Hufflepuff house Sophmore, libero, and captain of our soon-to-be volleyball team. Though she was the youngest on our team she was the captain, mainly because she was really gunho about being one, and no one minded. Petra's mother was German, making her half, but moved to the states when she was 3. However, thanks to her mother, Petra could speak German.

Speaking to her was a girl named Helen Stone. She was a 16 years old Hufflepuff junior, middle blocker, and the vice-captain of our team. As she was the middle blocker, Helen was very tall, reaching about 5'10, and was the tallest player on our team. Her legs were accented beautifully in the school uniform, and would have any female jealous and any male desiring her. Her long black hair was braided on both sides and came towards the back to meet and form a single braid. Her nails here pained black, and drummed against the table as she only half-listened to what Petra was saying. Her greens eyes rolled in annoyance, and she frowned, seemingly disagreeing with whatever it was Petra just said. Unlike Petra, Helen had a soft, baby like face. Due to that many people often approached her to talk, but in reality, she could give you the iciest stare, making you wonder how she made it into Hufflepuff.

"Mary! Raven! Just in time!" Petra exclaimed, excitingly signiling us over. "Will you please tell Helen here to give Pentagon a chance. They just had a comeback not long ago."

Mary tilted her head, "Pentagon? I don't think I've heard of them."

I smiled at Helen, who grimaced, "You might as well give in. She won't stop until you do."

"Yes, but she already ruined my life by showing me BTS, and others. How is it that I know all about these boys, when I have never met them in my entire life. Hell, I know more about them, then some of my friends that I see everyday." Helen shook her head, "I refuse to fall any deeper into this rabbit hole."

I shrugged, "You know, the group is pretty good."

Helen sighed, "Don't tell me she got you already."

There was one other thing about Petra that you were quick to find out. She was a huge k-pop fan, and wasn't shy about sharing it with anyone who was around. Unfortunately for Helen, that often meant her. The two, despite becoming friends only last year, were pretty close. You often didn't see one without the other being too far behind. Mary and I met the two last year as well during volleyball season. During that time we decided that we would make a team for the following year's sport festival. That being said Petra found more people to share her love of K-pop to. We have a group chat for everyone on the team, but Petra sends so many links for k-pop songs and videos, that it is more like a k-pop chat room than anything. Still, thanks to her I found some pretty cool music, and often times I found myself searching for things on my own.

However, I could only imagine what Helen must go though being with Petra everyday. I understood her not wanting to delve any deeper into the k-pop world. Once, I spent an entire weekend on nothing but looking up k-pop songs, theories, and any variety show that had the group I was watching on there. Next thing I knew it was Monday, and I hadn't done any homework.

"Anyway," Helen quickly said, hoping to stop Petra from continuing to ruin her life - her words not mine - and asked, "You two filled out the paper work?"

We handed the application form over to Helen, who quickly glanced over it before placing it within an envelope.

"Are we the last ones?"

"No, So Min still hasn't handed hers in, but once that's done everything will be in order!" Petra grinned, throwing her hands in the air. "I really want to start getting a training schedule together. If we can, I want to have our first practice next week Wednesday. We haven't played with each other, so we need to get comfortable and be able to understand how each other moves. Also we need to get used to our setter. We'll be counting on you." She looked to Mary, who blushed but smiled.

"I'll do my best."

When Tuesday came, Lola was still acting strange. In fact, she looked more depressed than yesterday. It wasn't until lunch when we finally got an idea of what was going on. Lola had left to use the restroom, and once she was out of sight, Kat turned to us a serious look on her face.

"Guys, I think I know why Lola's been feeling down." Seeing she had our attention she continued, "I over heard some girls talking, and apparently there was a new female transfer student in the west wing."

"That's where James' classroom is located, right?" Mary reconfirmed.

"Yeah. From what I heard, this new girl has been hanging around James' crew pretty closely. That's not all," She quickly glanced at the door before saying, "I also heard that the girl and James were childhood friends."

'That means they must be really close.' I thought back to Sunday, when we were all supposed to meet up for volleyball. When we asked where James was, Sirius and Remus had a weird look, and only said something came up. They were quick to change the topic, and I didn't think much about it. Could it have been because his childhood friend came back? I mean, if he hadn't seen her in a while, I could understand wanting to hang out with her.

"When you say she's hanging around him, do they look like more than friends?"

Kat shrugged, "I don't know."

"For Lola who likes James, this must be a hard blow." Trent said sipping on his drink, "Especially since she's managed to get pretty close with him these past few weeks."

"Did you over hear her name?"

"Yeah, oh what was it?" Kat folded her arms and furrowed her brow. "It was a flower, I remember that. Ugh, damn my horrible memory."

"Was it Rose?" Mary asked, "Daisy?"

"Belladona?"

"Belladona? Who would name their kid belladona?"

"I was just naming a flower, no need to snap. Besides, it's kind of cute."

"Only you would think so."

"Maybe it was Jasmine?"

"Oh, like the disney princess."

"Petunia?"

"That's such an old person name."

"Guys, shut up!" Kat shouted, "You're actually making this harder than it should be-oh! I remember. It was Lilly. Lilly Evans."

"Lilly Evans?" Trent perked up at them name.

"You know her Trent?"

"Well, I know of her. Lilly Evans is the daughter of two very prominent private detectives. I heard that she has been abroad for a few years due to personal reason, and only recently returned. If you guys think I'm a genius, then she must be the genius of geniuses. There is an anual test that pits the greatest minds against one another. While it's separated by age, she was in the top 3 in scores, and if you were to look at her scores across every age group she is in the top 20."

"So, this chick is like super smart."

"What were your scores?"

Trent shrugged bashfully, probably embarrassed about bragging about himself. "10th in my age group and 63rd across the whole group."

"You're really a different breed all together. Why are you still even in school?" Kat folded her arms.

"I sense a bit of jealousy." I teased.

"Pfft, no way. You can keep all that brainy mumbo jumbo to yourself."

It was around this time Lola returned, and though we tried to maintain a normal conversation, we could all feel how forced it was. After her return, Lunch soon came to an end, and though class resumed I couldn't bring myself to concentrate. Why didn't Lola just talk to us about it. Maybe it hit her harder than she initially thought, but usually Lola always talked to me when something was on her mind. I probably wouldn't be able to give her any good advice, but it never stopped her before. Even when her other crushes didn't work out, or she broke up with her boyfriend, she always talked to me. Well, regardless of her reasoning, I planned on asking her about it tonight.

After the last class, and before Lola could leave for her club activities, I reached out for her arm. "Wait, I'll call you later tonight."

She smiled sheepishly, "Alright."

I expected a bit of resistance, but was relieved none the less. That night, after dinner, I called Lola as promised. She picked up on the second ring.

"Hey, Raven."

"Hey, is now a good time?"

"As good as any. I assume you want to talk about why I've been acting so strange."

Well, at least I didn't have to awkwardly bring up the topic, "Yeah...So, um..."

She chuckled, "It's all good. I've just been thinking a lot, and because of that I ended up keeping it to myself. I'm usually the one to tell you guys to not keep problems to yourself, and I ended up doing the same."

"We kind of talked about why you were acting like that." I said, laying back on the bed. "We figured it had something to do with James."

"Yeah." The tone of her voice dropped.

"Is something wrong? I thought things were going well between you two." I figured I'd see how much she'd tell me first, before asking about Lilly. "You said that the two of you kept in contact over the break."

"Daily, in fact." I could tell she was smiling, "We called each other pretty often...but..."

"But, what?"

She sighed heavily, and I could feel my body tense with unease. "Lately, he's been kind of standoffish. He doesn't reply to my texts as much, and when he does, it's always short replies. Honestly, it kind of started the day before I got back. So when you invited me to play volleyball, and said James would be there, I thought I would be able to talk to him but he didn't show up. Then, when I get back to school I get a text about how he is glued to some new girl's side. What's even worse is that they are childhood friends." Lola's voice rose in pitch, and I though I heard it crack. "I mean, maybe I was a little love sick, but I really thought we had something going. Was I wrong?"

I shook my head, "Of course not! I saw it too! You guys looked really good together, and it looked like he was reciprocating your advancements. Even, Sirius hinted that James liked you."

"Then how come it ended up like this? Was I too forceful? I know I can be stubborn, but he never sounded put off by me. I just don't know what to do now. Before, I knew James had other admirers, but other than his usual gang, he doesn't hang out with others much. Now, however, it's like the rug was swept from under my feet. How am I supposed compete with her, who at this point, is already way a head of me?"

"You said they were childhood friends. Maybe that's all they are. Even if they are close, they may see each other as brother and sister."

Lola clicked her tongue, "If you saw the way the looked and flirted with each other you would say differently. I know these things. When I saw them together, they obviously had romantic history. I heard she was abroad for personal reasons, so maybe they broke up due to the long distance, or perhaps there is a more complicated reason. Either way, it's clear there is something unresolved between them. Maybe James is trying to repair whatever relationship they had, so he's getting rid of excess baggage."

I didn't like hearing Lola talk about herself like this, "If anyone here is excess baggage it would have been James! Who cares if all of that is true, if he is a guy who could toy with your feelings so easily, then he was never worth your time in the first place." Trust me, I would know. Every Sunday I'm subjected to that very treatment.

"I just...I don't think James is that kind of guy. I heard that Lilly's, oh that's her name by the way, return was quite sudden. No one knew about it, she just kind of popped up."

'Just where does she get this kind of information. It's only been two days...Her sources are better than some detectives. Never underestimate the power of the high school information network.'

"Honestly, I'd really like to just talk to him. Just to feel him out, and see what he's thinking."

"I don't understand, Lola. Why are you so hung up on James? Before if something like this happened you would have been really angry, and gave him a piece of your mind. Remember that guy in freshman year? He dumped you and not even an hour later, you saw him with the new Russian student. When you found out the reason he broke up with you was because they were dating, you beat him so bad you were suspended for a week."

"James is...he's different."

"Do you like him that much?"

There was a short silence before she sighed, "Yeah."

I didn't know what else to say, and so we both went silent. It was clear that to Lola, James wasn't an ordinary crush. It sounded like she may have really fallen for him. I knew that she has been looking at James for a long time, but until now I didn't realize just how much. To her, after watching from afar for so long, finally having James within her reach, only to be harshly snatched away must be painful. I've never felt like that before. Sure I've dated a few times, but really only at the insistence of Lola, and they never lasted long. I just didn't have much interest, and I wasn't too attracted to them. For Lola, however, it was clearly different.

'What can I do to help? I don't want Lola to fret over this by herself. Maybe I could try to find out more about James and Lilly. But who could I ask? Oh I can ask Sirius!'

Though it hasn't been long I felt comfortable around him. Maybe I could get some information out of him. Lola probably wouldn't want me to get involved, so I decided to keep my idea to myself. Instead, I gave a some encouraging words and not too long later we ended the call. As soon as I hung up I texted Sirius, asking him if he could meet me this week. Luckily he said he had some time Friday, so we made plans to meet after school.

The day came quickly enough, and Lola eventually told the rest of the gang about what was going on, though she didn't go into as much detail as she did with me. Before I knew it, it was Friday and I found myself waiting for Sirius in The Three Brooksticks Cafe.

"Thanks for meeting with me." I smiled as Sirius slid into the seat across from me.

He smirked and grabbed my hand, "How could I decline when you asked me out on a date so desperately."

I pouted, "First If all I was desperate. Secondly," I took my hand back, "This isn't a date. I wanted to talk to you about something important."

"You mean you didn't just miss my company?"

I giggled, "Oh, Sirius."

My name was called and I stood to grab my order. I placed a caramel latte in front of a surprised Sirius.

"I ordered for you. Hope that's ok."

"I'm just surprised that you know what I like."

I giggled, "you said you liked lattes when we first met. I have a pretty good memory you know."

"If you take care of me so well, I might actually fall for you."

"That line will get old pretty soon." I teased as I sipped my butterbear. "Now...about what I wanted to talk about."

"James and Lilly, right?"

I nodded and looked down. "Sorry if I'm prying but...I want to try and help Lola. If you can tell me something, anything really, that will help."

He sipped on his latte to hide the troubled frown on his face. When he finally spoke he said, "It's complicated."

I shook my head, "Sorry, but that answer isn't good enough. I want to believe that James is a good guy, but if he was only playing with Lola, I won't ever forgive him. Or you, if you knew about this."

Sirius chuckled, surprising me since nothing I said was funny. I was completely serious, and thinking that he as making light of the situation made me upset, and a little disappointed. I didn't think he was the type of person to behave like that. Noticing my face he quickly apologized.

"I'm sorry, I now I shouldn't laugh, but I'm honestly surprised. In a good way. You're usually pretty timid, and you keep your thoughts to yourself. But when it comes to your friends you're willing to go out of your comfort zone."

Being analyzed so suddenly made me blush, "L-let's get back on topic."

"Yeah, because I'd hate it if we weren't friends anymore." His smiled then dropped, "But even if I'm his best friend, even I don't always know what he's thinking. I will say this though, he wasn't ever playing with Lola's feelings. I think he really liked her, but-" He trailed off suddenly looking guilty, "-but I don't think the reason why he liked her was fair." His throat must have been dry, as he kept sipping on his latte. "If you were to meet Lilly, you would think you were talking to Lola. They are both very strong willed, assertive, and stubborn. Yet, kind, beautiful and thoughtful. Lilly and James' relationship was complicated, always on and off. When Lilly moved away, they decided that they didn't want a long distance relationship, and since then James didn't try to find another girlfriend. Though, when Lola began trying to get closer to James, I think he noticed the similarities between them. However, even if that was his initial reason, I think he was starting to fall for Lola. It's been a while since I had seen him happy with someone, and he would always answer her calls no matter what he was doing."

"But then why doesn't he just talk to her? Why does he have to push Lola away?"

Sirius shrugged, "We didn't know Lilly was coming back. It was a shock for all of us, and I think James is feeling guilty. When the two of them called it off before, it wasn't on bad terms, and I think they had always intended to try and work things out. Before Lola, I don't think he had ever planned on dating until he met Lilly again."

I was trying to sympathize with what James was going through, but it was hard, especially since it was my best friend that was being hurt by his actions.

"Though I will say, I don't think he's going about this in the right way."

"He isn't. Not at all." I said, "If anything, he should have just been upfront and honest with Lola. At the very least, maybe she could have given up, without feeling like she was just tossed aside." Just remembering how she sounded, and referring to herself as 'access baggage' made me angry.

"I think she should give up."

He said it so quietly that I wasn't sure if I heard him correctly. However, quite unlike him, he refused to meet my eyes and seemed overall uncomfortable. The more I stared at him, I could feel my face tighten from my growing frown. "That's easy for you to say." I kept my voice at a whisper. I didn't want to make a scene in a public place. "It's not up to us whether she moves on, or not."

"I only say that because then she can maybe find someone better."

"If you knew Lola like I do, you wouldn't say that. When she has something in her head, there isn't anything that's going to change it. So I don't see her moving on for quite some time. Besides, what makes you think she can't win against Lilly?" I asked feeling annoyed. "If anything, maybe Lilly is the one who should give up. If her and James have been on and off, obviously something just isn't working out between them."

Sirius remained quiet, but I could sense there was something he wanted to say. The silence that engulfed us gave me some time to think about what I just learned. I feel like I should tell this to Lola, if for nothing else than to give her some confidence. Even if they did have history, I think Lola had a strong chance at coming out on top, and I wasn't saying that with best friend bias.

"Raven."

Hearing my name I tuned back in. He had a determined expression, as though he made a tough decision within himself.

"I'm going to be honest with you." He leaned forward, none of his usual playfulness in his voice.

Seeing him so serious made me nervous, and my heart beat wildly in my chest.

"James and I talked and...And I honestly don't think he will give up on Lilly."

"Wha-"

"Let me finish. If I don't say this now, I'll never work up the courage again." He nodded as though to reconfirm his conviction and said, "I think Lola should give up and find someone else, and I hope, well I would like if that other person was me."

He said what now?

I blinked sure I heard him wrong. He wanted Lola to forget James and then for her to rebound with James' best friend? My brain had stopped working l, and even though Sirius was still talking it was hard to register what he was saying.

"I know it's crazy but...I like Lola, and I'm hoping you can help me."

"You like her?" I echoed, his declination bring blue back. "You like her?! I don't understand at all!" I came here only to talk about James and suddenly Sirius was confessing to me that he also liked Lola. "Are you kidding me? Is this some kind of joke? And you want me to help you?!" Realizing I was beginning to shout, I quickly reigned my voice back in. I couldn't keep up with everything that just happened. The only think that kept me from completely disregarding him was how serious he looked. Not once did he look away. His eyes begged me to understand, but surly if he were in my shoes, understanding would be the last thing on his mind.

"I know this is hard to believe. Even for me, it feels like I'm going behind my best friend's back." He looked down. "I wasn't ever going to say anything. I though that if Lola was happy with James, and if James was serious about her, I would step aside. But now things have changed." He clenched his fist, and gave a self-depreciating smile "I'm a horrible friend to think of this as my chance but, I can't help it. If things are going to end up like this, then why shouldn't I throw my hat into the ring?"

Why did things have to end up so complicated? The more I listened to Sirius, I began to see things in a different light. Now that he confessed to me, other things he said or did began making sense. He had told me that there was another girl that he liked, but she didn't return his affections.

'He must have been talking about Lola'

The way he watched her and James when we all went out together, me just thinking he was happy for James, now took on a whole other meaning. All of the questions he asked me about her, and the way he jumped to help Lola when she sprained her ankle, came rushing back.

'I don't think he's lying but...This is just too crazy! What do I do? Should I tell her?'

As if reading my mind Sirius asks, "I'd really appreciate it if you can keep this between us. I felt like I should at least tell you, but I think I'll seriously try to court her."

I frowned, "Don't you think it's a bit unfair to her? I mean, just how do you think she'll feel if you do that? People will think she was dumped by James and then she settled for his best friend."

"Who cares what other people think? The only people that matter are the two in the relationship."

"I-i don't know." I was faltering. Sirius wasn't a bad guy. That much I knew, and he too seemed upset with the way things have turned out. He hated under handing his best friend like this, and looked guilty for attempting to date Lola while she was still emotionally vulnerable. There was no winning in this situation, for anyone.

"Just so you know, I do have some tact. I won't just rush in. I'll approach this delicately, and I won't ask you to really do anything. Just...Just, if she seems like she may be interested in me. You know, be my wingman."

"Wingman?"

"Or wingwoman." He corrected.

I was never anyone's wingman. I looked away from his hopeful expression with a sigh, "Fine, but I'll only help if she comes to me herself and express genuine interest. As far as I'm concerned she is still interested in James, so I want to help her in any way I can."

After what felt like forever, Sirius grinned widely at me. You would think he just won the lottery. He reached out and grabbed both of my hands, "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You won't regret this!"

The heavy tension due to the conversation topic began to slowly dissipate and I couldn't help but giggle, "You're promising the wrong person that but...Yeah."

I wasn't exactly sure where this would take Lola, but I hoped that whatever outcome she got, it would be the one she was most happy with.

Saturday

I yawned tiredly as I walked towards the living room. It was 7am, way too early for anyone to be awake on a weekend, but my body was so used to being awake around this time. Since I couldn't go back to sleep, I figure I'd start on breakfast. What I didn't expect was my father sitting in the living room. As his back was to me he didn't notice me entering, and he was on the phone so I didn't want to disturb him.

"Wednesday night, you say?" Dad scribbled in his notebook. "Right, I'll have the team together by tomorrow. Yes...Yes, alright...Same to you, sir. Good day."

When he hung up I spoke. "Good morning, Dad."

"Raven, you're up early."

"I think my body is used to waking up for school." I couldn't help my curiosity so I asked, "Are you going some where on Wednesday?"

"It's nothing that concerns you."

"It's just, if you were planning on having your team get together for drinks again, I thought I could make those sweets I made before. You said they really liked them, and there was also this other recipe I found online that I really wanted to try. I just haven't found the occasion to make anything."

When I saw my father hesitate, I couldn't hide my smile. He had a pretty bad sweet tooth, though like any other aspect of his life, he was very disciplined about when and where he ate them. "Don't make too many."

I giggled, "Sure thing. I'll have them ready the day before."

"More importantly," He said skillfully changing the subject. "There are a few things I've been needing to talk to you about." I quickly took a seat when he motioned to do so. "I'll be going on a business trip the following week, so I won't be here for your birthday. I already reserved the restaurant, so you are free to invite whomever you want in my place."

'Oh, yeah. With everything that has happened so far, I completely forgot.'

"I'll see if Lola wants to tag along."

He nodded, "Secondly, I want you to start doing some internships. Get some real world experience before you graduate. Obviously you'll be entering college after graduation, but I'm expecting you to hold a job while you do so." He folded his arms as he stared at me, "When I was your age I already had two jobs, but I'll compromise with just one for you. You need to gather experience, and life troubles so you can grow into a productive adult."

"But Dad," I quickly said feeling like he was being unfair. "Next semester is the Sports Festival, and I plan on participating. We've already got the team together, and we are already picking days for us to practice. I don't th-"

"As long as it doesn't interfere with the internships, I don't have a problem with you participating. As an adult you have to figure out what your priorities are, and make the appropriate compromises. If you don't want to compromise, then you have to figure a way to juggle your wants on top of your needs."

How could he talk about compromising, when he wouldn't even talk about what I wanted to do. I understood that he only wanted what was best for me, but doesn't he realize that this is my life and not his? There were many things I wanted to say, but unlike being in front of Sirius, I hadn't the fortitude to behave the same way with my father. So instead I bit my lip and schooled my expression, hoping that my displeasure wasn't too apparent.

'What a terrible start to the weekend.'

"There is a woman I know who runs a family clinic. I'd like for you to meet with her this Wednesday, and see if you like it there. If, after some time, you can't find a place to work, I'll just have you work around the station."

'Great, there goes the rest of my free time.'

At this moment Trent greeted us, and shifted my dad's focus. "Good morning. I spoke to your father, and he tells me you are interested in becoming a lawyer as well."

"Oh, yeah I am." As anyone would be, he was surprised by the sudden topic, especially since he just woke up.

"Even though you're quite young, you've been helpful to even myself. I was just talking to Raven here about working, and I know some well established people in the judicial field of work. I'll set up some meetings so you can get a foot in the door, and maybe some helpful recommendations for your future career."

Trent smiled, "Thanks Uncle Clark. That would be very helpful."

"I'll get started on breakfast." I quickly mumbled in hopes that I wouldn't be dragged into continuing the conversation. I was not looking forward to spending whatever free time I had working some job I had no interest in making my career. Though, I couldn't argue that it would be good experience. Still, as of now, my only real interest was volleyball, but even I knew that making a career out of a sport was close to impossible. Most of those positions were often filled up by people who went to majorly athlete schools, like Drumstrang. I just didn't want to give up my dream for playing professionally.

After eating breakfast, Dad left to go back to work. I was a little worried after watching him polish of two full plates of pancakes, turkey bacon, eggs and grits. I always did it, but I reminded him that I would leave a plate of whatever I cooked in the fridge for him if he came by for a change of clothes.

Now that he was gone I sighed heavily, and Trent chuckled.

"Rough morning?"

I gave him a look, "You have no idea. I suddenly have to find some place to work before next semester, and this Wednesday he set it up that I would try working at some family clinic. Whats even worst, is that if I don't find someplace to work, he'll make me take a job at the police station."

"Sorry to hear that. How are you going to do that and practice for the festival?"

"According to him, I have to figure out what my priorities are. Which pretty much means, listen to me since you have no choice."

Trent chuckled, which made me frown since I didn't find anything funny about the situation. "Well at least the weekend can't get any worse."

My frown deepened and I looked at the ground, 'Unfortunately, it can.'

Sunday

'I'm really going to do it today'

I attempted to psyche myself up for the day, as I moved towards the front door. Today started a little rough since Trent was asking where I was going. I lied and told him I was going to play volleyball, and that I wouldn't be back until later than evening.

'There's no backing down. I'll tell him exactly what I think.'

"Welcome home, Raven!"

"Oh, Tinker." I smiled at the pleasant surprise when the door was answered. "Is Klein not here this morning?"

"The guys are out this morning."She ushered me inside and rushed me to take my shoes off.

"Pardon the intru-"

"No, no, no, no!" Tinker chastised, "You're supposed to say 'I'm back'"

Oh, that's right. She wanted me to start saying that starting this week. However, with what happened last week I was feeling less at home here than ever. Noticing my drop in mood, Tinker quickly spoke.

"Fine, I'll let you off the hook this time."

"Thank you. So, you say the guys are out. Does that include Tom?"

"No, dear. Tom is waiting in his room for you."

Hiding my disappointment I nodded, and not too long later I was standing in front of Tom's door. I took a deep breath and knocked. Once I was called in, I opened the door to see Tom lounging on his bed reading a book. He wore a simple black, shot sleeved shirt with a low v-neck, and blue jeans. I closed the door behind me, and leaned against it, not making any indication I would be joining him. A few moments of silence passed as Tom continued to read his book. His eyes slowly scanned across the pages, and only until he reached the end did he bookmark his page - I noticed the bookmark was a silver snake pin - and put the book aside. Finally, his brown iris' came to rest on my figure. Despite the commonality of his eye color, there was a richness his held that - in my unbiased opinion - surpassed others. It was like a fine dark chocolate, but much like the candy, held no sweetness or candor in its depths.

"There's plenty of room if you wish to join me." With a lazy hand, he curled a single, slender digit to beckon me closer. The simple visual of Tom laying languidly on his bed, and wearing a shit-eating smirk on his face, would have any woman falling for him.

But not today. Today, I was determined to stick to my decision. The vision of him being a suave gentleman, was nothing more that a web woven with lies. I've seen more than enough of his true character, and I won't delusion myself into thinking that there is a person with a heart beneath his exterior. Now, if only my body would understand what my mind did, I wouldn't have as many issues.

When I still didn't move, Tom chuckled, "Fine then, I'll come to you." The bed creaked, and he took deft, and confident strides until he hovered over me. My eyes were glued to my shoes, and I shrunk against the door as much as I could, feeling the cold hard doorknob press into my back. "What shall we play today, I wonder." He uttered while taking a strand of my hair to play with. "

"...St...Stop..." For some reason I couldn't get enough air in my lungs to speak. Being around Tom always did that to me, but even so, I somehow got the words out.

"Stop?" If I were looking at him, I may have been able to take pride in the rare look of surprise on his face, though it was quickly replaced by his usual amusement. "We haven't even gotten started yet, and you are done already? If you keep this up you'll never pay off the debt. Don't tell me you're still angry? I saved you didn't I? I even let you play with your little friends last Sunday."

My head shot up so fast, I hit the door behind me, but ignored the pain. More than curious how he always found out what I was doing, I was upset at how he sounded. Like by saving me he was doing me a favor, and I should be grateful. News flash! I was in that predicament because you decided to use me as bate without my knowing; not that knowing would have made me any more willing. So, yes, of course I'm still angry.

"I wonder if you have something to say, or are doing a horrible impression of a fish." Tom said sharply, his gaze matching his tone, "Regardless, it's annoying. Speak, if you have something to say."

I shut my mouth, previously unaware of what I was doing. I thought I had prepared myself for this. It was so easy to talk to Sirius, and express myself, but when it came to Tom I couldn't. My knuckles turned white from the strength with which I clenched them, and I could feel my throat burn with unspoken words. Suddenly, Tom slammed his hand against the door, and right beside my head. I jumped from shock and the words lodged in my throat came spilling out, like a cup with too much water.

"Yes, I'm angry!" With those simple words the fire in my throat subsided for only a moment, before returning twice as strong. "B-because of you! After finding out I was used as bait, w-why should I have to b-be thankful?!" I glared at the ground, "What gave you the right to use my life in your little game!?"

Despite my yelling, Tom's voice remained cool and leveled, "You're the one who signed your life over to me. It's only natural I utilize what is mine."

"But that isn't right!" I finally looked at him, my anger overshadowing any other emotion. "I'm a person! With feelings, and thoughts of my own! Not some toy for your amusement! Next time you want to bet someone's life, do it with your own!"

It has been a long time since I had felt this angry, and actually let myself act on it. I had always just kept it under control, opting to just let things go. What was the point of arguing anyway? People's feeling would just get hurt, and often times the only thing that remained was a broken relationship. Now, however, I couldn't stop myself, and I was spurred on by Tom's satisfied expression. Was he enjoying this? There wasn't any remorse, or shame in his gaze. Only amusement, like a child who was given a new present. My entire body felt hot, but for a vastly different reason that usual when with Tom.

"Y-you don't even care! Did you ever stop to think about h-how scared I was when he was taking me?! Or when I was tied up, thinking that I may never see my family and friends again!" Ugh, don't cry. Don't cry! I don't want to cry in front of him. "I was staring to think you were a decent person. Seeing the way Mr. Banges and Tinker treat you, I couldn't bring myself to completely hate you, even after you did all those things to me...but...Watching the way you can use people like they are nothing but dispensable pawns is disgusting." I don't even want to know what happened to those people who kidnapped me.

"Feel better?"

My eyes widened. Tom was smiling as though I just told him a joke. Is that what this was to him; a joke?

"Am I...Feeling better?" I echoed, feeling patronized. "You...You really don't think you've done anything wrong, do you?"

"Why should I? You were never in any real danger. I was watching you the entire time."

"I can't figure out if you understand me and are just a jerk, or if you can't understand me and are just plain stupid." He reached out to grab my chin, probably to make me look at him as he berated me for what I said, but I was still feeling the adrenaline from my anger. I slapped his hand away and glared, "Don't touch me."

Oh! I felt so much better! Who knew letting myself give in to my anger would calm me down. Tom backed away from him, a broad smirk dancing on his lips. Why does he still have that smug look on his face? It was infuriating!

"Just what are people to you?"

He chuckled, "There are only 2 kind of people on this earth. People who use others, and people who are used by others." He eyes narrowed haughtily, and I couldn't help but shiver from his gaze.

"Even Antonin and Malfoy? Aren't they your friends?"

"They are my subordinates."

'This is the same guy who greeted Mr. Banges so kindly. Just what kind of life did he have to live to think that people are just things to be used?'

"Fine then." I couldn't hide my disappointment. Why was I still feeling disheartened by his responses? Just what was I hoping to hear from him?

At that moment someone knock on the door, and since I was still leaning against it, I jumped from surprise. On the other side of the door was - to my surprise - Jake, Nanashi and Antonin.

"Woah, Raven." Jake's eyes were also wide, matching my own surprise. He then look at Tom, "S-sorry Boss, didn't mean to interrupt."

"It's been a while, good to see you're well." Antonin smiled uncomfortably, and shifted his eyes away from me. It made me feel good that at least somebody had the decency to feel ashamed of what happened to me.

Nanashi inclined his head briefly, "Raven."

"Raven," This time Tom addressed me, "today doesn't seem to be a good day. I'll be generous, and let you go home early today." He smiled, and for a moment I almost believed it. "Jake, escort her out."

"Leave it to me, Boss!" He saluted, and led me towards the exit. Not that I needed the escort. I knew my way to and from Tom's room and the exit.

'At least I don't have to look at that smug face of his anymore. Nothing I was saying was getting through to him. He really is the worst.'

"I didn't think you could look that scary."

"What? Oh, sorry." I blushed, not having realized my thoughts must have shown on my face. "It's just been a long day."

"Yeah, I know about those. Don't tell Boss, but he can be a real slave driver." Jake leaned in close and whispered, making a show of looking over his shoulder as though Tom would appear at the very mention of his name. "The real struggle will be Wednesday."

I tilted my head, "Wednesday?"

Jake slapped a hand over his mouth, and his eyes trembled as though he said something he shouldn't have. "Y-yeah." He cleared he throat, "You see we'll be - uh - having a huge-" Jake scratched the back of his head, "Huge celebration dinner! That's it! It's a pretty big deal, especially since some business partners are coming."

"Must be difficult." I sympathized. "Looks like that day is busy for everyone. Even my own father has plans for that day." I placed a finger on my chin as I mused, "That reminds me, since I have the time I should stop by the store."

"Oh, don't tell me you know how to fuck some shit up in the kitchen!"

"Is that a good thing?"

Jake grinned, and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Hell yeah, it is. You may not believe it, but I can whip up a mean creme brulee."

"Seriously?" I stopped walking, staring incredulously at him. Before I could stop myself I gave him a once over. He wore ripped black jeans, a leather jacket that had tiny silver spikes alone the shoulder seam, and a pristine white t-shirt with a skull design on it. I know it wasn't right to judge people but, "You can make a creme brulee?"

"I can make all sorts of fancy shit, you name it."

"I've always wanted to try making one, but we don't have the right equipment at home."

Suddenly, Jake circled behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders. "Let's take a little detour." Before I could protest, he began pushing me towards the dining hall. Once in the dining hall we continued until we passed the two double doors that led into the kitchen, and when we did my entire face lit up. The kitchen was so large, and furnished like one of those fancy TV shows. The counter tops were a beautiful black marble, with matching cobalt pans hanging from numerous racks. There were a total of 4 stoves and ovens, and 2 stand alone fridges and freezers. It made sense when you thought about how many people must live here, but after seeing my little kitchen at home so many times, my breath was completely stolen.

"Pretty, fuckin' sweet, yeah?" Jake boasted as though it were his to show off.

I just nodded, "Y-yeah." The sound of someone searching pulled my attention. Jake was looking in a pantry, the light bouncing off his three ear rings. Before too long he had a tiny culinary torch, and a set of 2 ramekins with a hot water bath. He put all of it in bag before handing it over.

My eyes widened, and I shook my hands in fervent denial, "No, no, no I can't just take that!"

"I ain't taking no for an answer. You wanna practice making some right? This is my old shit, and I was just gonna toss it." He shoved the items into my hands, forcing me to either take the items or drop them.

"Thank you! If you don't mind me asking, how did you get into cooking?"

Jake shrugged, "My old broad was into it, and used me as free labor. At least until she kicked the bucket."

"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss." I whispered with downcast eyes. "It wasn't my intention to make you talk about it."

"Pwah!" He laughed slapping his knee, "Naw, she was a fucking terrible mother. I'm much better off now without that old bitch breathing down my neck."

Now feeling awkward, I was unsure of how to reply so I kept silent. Thankfully, Jake didn't catch onto it and continued as though nothing was wrong. "Anyway, I need to get back so I'll finish walking you out. Good luck making that brulee."

"Yes, next time I'm here I'll let you know how it came out." I smiled. He had a nasty mouth, was pushy, and said whatever it was that came to his mind, but he was surprisingly thoughtful. Truthfully, all of the people I've spoken to here always act differently than I would assume, and it was a welcomed surprise. They were nice to me, and sure perhaps it was because of Tom, but Jake felt genuine. Though, he also struck me as the kind idiot type.

Still, even if for a moment, he made me forget all about my anger from earlier.