Chapter 29: Altered Apology

March 15th


Harry felt like he had been gutted.

When Elara told him that they were better off this way, that she wasn't good enough for him, that they couldn't be a couple anymore, he had seen the pain in her face as she said it. As he walked away from her and she apologized one last time, he couldn't turn around and face her.

If he had, she would have seen the tears falling from his eyes and he wasn't ready to admit that she had broken him so quickly.

It wasn't just that she had decided to sever their relationship. She openly admitted to lying to him, continuously lying to him. And she essentially admitted she had no intentions of being truthful with him or anyone else. She had betrayed his trust already, and he had found it so easy to forgive her. He had wanted to believe that when she had finally woken… After the night they shared… That she was going to be truthful. No more secrets. No more hiding things from him.

How could he expect that of her, when he held secrets of his own?

When he found her in the library, it hadn't been on accident. He followed her there on the map, waited until the library had mostly cleared out and approached. He knew she had been avoiding him. He knew she was hiding something. He had planned on cornering her and demanding to know what she was hiding, but he lost his nerve. Instead, he gave her his old sweater and joked with her. If he hadn't opened his mouth, if he would have just let her ask her strange questions about his stance on the impending doom the Wizarding World was facing… She could still be in his arms.

He had let his suspicions take control.

The days after, he barely left his bed. Ron had tried to drag him out on a Hogsmeade trip, but he wasn't interested. He tried to sleep, but it evaded him. It always evaded him. She had been the only thing that gave him sleep, his dreams could trail through happiness instead of the crushing terror and sadness that usually plagued his subconscious at night.

He sat with his back to her in the Great Hall during meals. He didn't want to see her silvery eyes, crinkled in a smile as Blaise Zabini said something funny to her. He didn't want to watch her scowl as her brother said something offensive. He didn't want to see the way her hair fell when she flipped it over her shoulders when Pansy Parkinson would sit next to her to share some gossip she had heard.

He and Ron had been discussing her in potions, when she approached their table.

"Apparently she's been cancelling every study session she had scheduled with Hermione." Ron said. "And I heard Justin Finch-Fetchley say she dropped their Muggle Studies course. It's weird, isn't it? She dumps you and all of the sudden she finally decides to act like a Slytherin?"

Harry shrugged. "She is a Slytherin, Ron." He sighed. He wished he would have listened to that reasoning when he started talking to her.

"Yeah but… She never acted like it until now." Ron had reasoned. "It's like she came back a different person."

Harry gave a noncommittal nod.

"What's she doing?"

"I don't know, Ron. I haven't-

"No, she's coming this way." Ron said, tapping his arm and pointing in her direction.

Harry watched as she approached them, her hair was braided and fell over her right shoulder, her robes looked clean and pressed and perfect. They were unfastened and he could see her uniform underneath, prim and proper as ever. He wanted to smirk, she was wearing the one skirt he really liked her in, the one that was just a couple inches shorter than all the other ones she had.

His eyes landed on her face. She looked determined.

"Hi Ron. Harry." She said, her voice soft and melodic. Harry began playing with a few of the porcupine quills he had laying on his ingredients tray. He wanted to look at her, to say something to her, but his throat felt like it had closed.

"Erm- Hi, Ellie." Ron said.

"I… erm.." She took a deep breath and cleared her throat a bit. "I wanted to just, erm… Wish you a Happy Birthday, Ron."

Harry glanced up through his lashes and saw a soft smile on her face, he looked back to the quills.

"Oh. Thanks." Ron said, sounding shocked. "I didn't think…"

"Didn't think I remembered?" She sounded like she was smiling. "Of course, I did. Here. It isn't much, but I picked it up for you when I went to Hogsmeade the other day."

She handed a small package that was wrapped in red paper to Ron. Harry could see his hand outstretched, but not touching the package. He could feel his friend's eyes on him. Harry gave an almost nonexistent nod of his head. She was so kind. Why did she have to be so caring?

She wasn't caring, though. Not really. She didn't care that Harry didn't want to break up. She didn't care about his feelings on that topic. She had even taken it upon herself to tell him that she was no good for him, as if he was uncapable of making that decision himself.

"Thanks." Ron said. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. See you around."

Harry could practically feel her eyes on him before she turned and walked away. As he watched her retreat back to her table with her brother, he could hear Ron opening the package. Harry tore his eyes away from her form and looked into Ron's hands.

"Oh wow!" Ron said. "Droobles, Licorice Wands, Pumpkin Pasties, Chocolate Frogs… There's Fizzing Whizzbees and Bertie Botts in here too! Look, the box is charmed!" Ron stuck his hand clear into the box, it stopped halfway to his elbow. "She's put galleons worth of cakes and candy in here!"

Harry tugged his bottom lip between his teeth before he took a deep breath and sighed. "Yeah. She's thoughtful like that."

"Sorry, mate." Ron said, closing the box and slipping it into his bag. "I didn't mean to-

"It's fine, Ron. Really. You deserve to get sweets for your birthday. Even if they're from… From Ellie."

Ron stared at him with a concerned expression for much of the class.

Harry had tried since then, to pull himself out of the mood he was in. He wasn't really the brooding and angry type. He didn't quite enjoy feeling venomous every time someone asked him about the break up, which was often. He wanted to be able to say it was mutual, that there were no hard feelings and they just had to part ways.

But that wasn't true. There were hard feelings. Harry was crushed. Absolutely broken from it. His heart felt like it was too big for his body most days, beating erratically and jumping into his throat at random times. He would hear her laugh from her place at the dining tables and he'd feel nauseous. Why was she laughing? Had their entire relationship been a joke to her?

Did he matter? Did she love him? He loved her. Merlin, did he love her. Or, does. He couldn't just switch his feelings off for her overnight. It didn't matter if he sat and thought long about the ways she had betrayed him, trying to pick apart the things he thought she was dishonest about… He couldn't feel anger or hatred toward her. He just felt lost.

He was walking back from Dumbledore's office, after another unsuccessful attempt to pull the memory of the Horcrux from Slughorn. Harry had revealed to Dumbledore that he was sure Slughorn was going to avoid him the rest of the year after that last attempt and naturally, Dumbledore had told him to keep trying. Harry felt awful, like he couldn't do anything right. He decided to get some fresh air, clear his mind a bit.

He took to the grounds and sat on the front steps leading into the Castle. He took in deep breaths of the cool air and closed his eyes. He absentmindedly twisted the small crystal beads on the necklace he wore. The necklace of her emotions, hanging on his neck. He hadn't been able to take it off. He tried, but every time he removed it, he felt bare and put it back on. As much as it had started as a comfort to her, it became just as comforting to him. He could feel like he was helping her, in some small way, when she placed a bead in his hand.

Of course, that was ridiculous now. She wouldn't be handing him any beads anytime soon.

He opened his eyes as the breeze brought the scent of orange blossom and cinnamon with it. His heart began beating quickly as he squinted into the distance and saw a shadowy figure moving toward the front of the castle. The breeze blew again, tickling his nostrils with her scent once more. He couldn't move. His feet felt like lead as he watched her close the distance between them.

She didn't seem to be paying attention. She was looking at a flower in her hand and… Was she crying?

He made to get up and just as he turned to head back in, she said his name, stopping him in his tracks. He slowly, turned back around and met her eyes.

"What are you doing out here?" She asked, her voice soft.

He stared at her, stupidly. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words wouldn't push forth. The silvery blue light from the moon nearly reflected off her alabaster skin, her white hair luminated from the glow. Her eyes searched his, curious.

"I needed air." He finally whispered.

She nodded. "I did too."

They stood awkwardly. Harry's hands dangled by his sides. He watched her as she looked down, lightly touching the petals of the flower in her palm.

"Did you pass Neville?" She asked.

"Neville?" He shook his head. "No. Was he with you?"

She nodded. "He was already in the greenhouses when I came out. He left a while ago."

"The Greenhouses?"

"Yeah." She stretched her arm out toward him, showing him the flower. "Do you remember that snare?"

Harry vaguely remembered coming to the greenhouses with her a few months ago, to check on some plant that had interested her and Neville. He recalled her saying they thought it was some sort of Devil Snare breed. He nodded.

"It's huge now." She smiled softly and Harry shuddered. "It was a Devil's Snare that crossbred with a Flitterbloom. Neville figured it out."

"That's great." Harry said, noticing the lack of emotion in his voice.

She nodded. "Yeah…" She trailed off, looking anywhere but him.

They stood for much longer than Harry was comfortable with, in silence. Harry tried to avoid looking at her, but he needed to see her. He needed to see if she was as lost as he felt, because he didn't think he could stand it if she was thriving without him. He knew it was selfish, but he wanted her heart to be as broken as his was, wanted to know if she felt that pain every day.

"You know-

"Harry can we-

They spoke at the same time and stopped, both giving a half-hearted chuckle.

"Go ahead." Harry said.

"Oh." She cleared her throat nervously and took a step closer to him. "Harry, I just… Are you okay?" She looked at him, tilting her head slightly to the side and pushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

"I'm…" He sighed. "No."

She pulled her lip between her teeth and looked off to something in the distance to her left.

"Are you?" He asked.

She closed her eyes and slowly shook her head. "Not really, no."

He felt his chest sink. He wanted her to be just as heartbroken as he was but hearing her admit that she wasn't okay didn't quite lift his spirits the way he had hoped it would.

She continued staring off into the distance for some time before she stopped assaulting her lip with her teeth and looked back at him. "I'm sorry." She said, her silver gaze meeting his emeralds.

"What?" He asked.

"I'm sorry." She repeated, speaking quietly. "Harry, I never wanted to hurt you. I know I lied to you, I know I still haven't been truthful about everything, but you should know that my feelings for you were very real. Are real."

His head spun. Why was she telling him this now? Why would she break his heart just to tell him weeks later that she does have feelings for him?

"I don't understand." He said. "I thought you didn't want to be together. You broke up with me."

She shook her head. "I know I did." She sighed. "It's for the best. I can't give you the honesty you deserve."

He felt his feet move, taking a few strides closer to her. "Why not?"

He watched as her eyes trailed down, landing on her left arm before flicking back up to meet him. "I just can't."

Suddenly, the pieces of the puzzle seemed to click together, forming perfectly in his mind. "You accepted the Mark." He breathed, his voice shaking slightly. "That's why you've been so distant. That's why you seem so different…"

Her gaze locked onto his and he could see the flash of anguish and fear in her eyes before they settled into a blank canvas. "It's for the best." She repeated, dropping his gaze and looking back to the flower, twirling it between her fingers.

His feet moved closer and his trainers were brushing the tips of her black mary janes. He breathed in her scent as the breeze rustled her hair. "I don't care." He said. "I don't care if you think it's for the best. Or if- or if you can't be honest with me. What I feel for you… What I know you feel for me… That's not a lie."

There's that Gryffindor bravado, Potter. He thought to himself.

"But…" She began, eyes looking down to their shoes. "But I do, Harry. I care. I care that I'm… That I can't be honest with you. I care that I have to hide things from you."

His hand moved to her face, curling a finger under her chin. He gently lifted her head up and looked at her. Her eyes landed on his and he could see her mind working. "I'm sorry." She sighed, a hitch in her voice. He could feel her chin trembling beneath his touch. "I'm sorry."

"You told me that love isn't enough." He whispered. "But you're wrong. You're wrong and you know you're wrong. So, tell me again that we can't be together anymore. But mean it. If you're going to tell me that it's for the best, then you have to mean it."

She opened her mouth to speak. He could hear her breath quicken as her eyes dart around his face, searching him. She began to say something, and he moved forward, closing the small gap between them and covering her lips with his.

It was desperate, he knew that. A desperate attempt to save what he thought they had, what he knew they had. He felt her freeze beneath him, her breath still caught in her throat. A moment passed and her lips moved against his, warm and soft.

He pulled away first, leaning down to press his forehead against hers.

"Elara, do you love me? Still? Everything considered?" He asked, his eyes boring deep into hers.

Her head shifted in a small nod against his, and he could see her eyes growing glassy, as unshed tears sparkled under her long black lashes.

He felt like a complete idiot. What was he doing? He should just let her go! She's a marked Death Eater! He groaned mentally. Why did it have to be so difficult? Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Instead of walking around like a snitch without a wing for weeks. It was clear she was what he needed. He didn't care if there had to be secrets between them, if he couldn't tell anyone they were spending time together, or if he had to sneak glances in the dark. He needed to be near her, to feel the electricity he felt when she was near him. Did she feel it too?

"I have to get back." She said. "I'll see you later, okay?"

He nodded. "Okay."

"Oh, and Harry?"

"Yeah?"

Her hands came up to grasp his face, her fingers dug into his temples, and she pecked his lips lightly, when he opened his eyes, he could see her tears had fallen and she was staring into his own eyes. Was that… regret? "I'm sorry." She whispered one last time.


Harry blinked his eyes a few times, stretching in his bed as his eyes adjusted to the light. He slowly sat up and looked around his room, his fingertips touched his lips. He swore he could taste her, her scent still trapped in his nose.

When had he come to bed last night? He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the dream. He remembered sitting outside, he remembered seeing her walking toward him… And he got up and left. He came back inside and sat in the common room with Ron. Ron was trying to hide from Lavender, because she was cross with him for not wearing that ridiculous necklace she had gotten him for Christmas.

He chuckled, he could remember it now. The strange dream about Elara fading off into the back of his mind as he got up and grabbed his robes. He tried to grasp the edges of the dream, to hang on to it a little longer, but it faded and slid away.

God, it had felt so real.

He dressed and walked down to breakfast. Instead of his usual spot, he rounded the table and sat facing the Slytherin table. Hermione had arched her eyebrow at him as he settled next to her, but she didn't say anything. He spent most of breakfast recanting the terrible meeting with Slughorn he had and trying to get their input. Maybe a new way to approach him? He needed to get that memory from him and at this rate, he would never get close enough on his own to extract it.

His eyes flitted to the Slytherin table when he heard Draco Malfoy's voice. He had a sneer on his face and looked positively irate. As usual. He always looked angry these days, angry and exhausted. Harry let his eyes wander until finally they landed on her.

She looked… terrible.

Harry drew his brows together, trying to focus on the conversation at hand, but finding his attention kept drifting to the small blonde form sitting next to Goyle and Zabini. She was pushing her food around her plate. She barely looked up as Zabini leaned over and said something to her. She seemed to be contemplating something. Harry watched as she finally pushed her plate away and reached for her goblet. Cranberry juice, he was sure of it. That was her favorite thing to drink with breakfast… With any meal, really. She took a few long sips and he found his eyes glued to her mouth as her tongue flicked out to catch the juice on them. Harry's hand moved to his own lips, his fingers brushing against them, for the second time today he could swear he could still taste her on his mouth.

She finally looked up from the table, her eyes dragging around the room and then landed on Harry's. He locked his gaze onto hers, staring at her with more intensity than he originally intended. She had pulled her brows together and tilted her head in curiosity. Her expression seemed to soften a bit. Harry noticed the dark circles under her eyes. Was she not sleeping? She stared at him a second longer before the moment was interrupted by Draco. He tapped her shoulder and she looked at him. Harry felt as if a weight was ripped from him when her eyes left his.

How odd.

She seemed flustered with Draco, they were having, what looked to be, a hushed argument. He seemed to want her attention with something, and she seemed uninterested. Finally, she rolled her eyes and stood up, pulling her bag to her shoulders. He noticed she was also carrying an expensive looking black briefcase.

His view was disrupted when Ron waved a hand in front of his face, trying to get his attention.

"Mate…" He said. "You're staring off."

Harry shook his head, bringing his attention back to the table. "Yeah, sorry. What were you saying?"

"Just that we should get to Charms early. I need to finish the essay before I hand it in and-

"Ron! It's due today!" Hermione practically shrieked at him.

Harry laughed and agreed to go with Ron to Charms early and help him finish his essay. He looked back to the spot where Elara had been, but she was gone now.


"You keep locking eyes with that scrawny, specky git and he's going to think you want to get back together with him." Draco said.

Elara sighed. "It's the first time he's sat facing me since we… Since I broke it off."

She yawned as she dragged her feet along side of Draco's. They were headed to Snape's quarters to get a potion for Elara. Ever since her abilities had taken on a new strength, she had discovered her headaches were becoming more frequent. She had used up the supply of potion he had given her at the start of the term, and she needed it to get through the day now.

"I don't understand why you keep taking this potion anyway." He continued. "Doesn't it defeat the purpose of strengthening your abilities if you're just going to dampen them down with a potion?"

"I can't function." She said. "I can barely make eye contact with anyone without making them drop to their knees from whatever emotion they're feeling. Until I learn how to better control it, I need to take something."

"Didn't seem to be an issue just now with Potter."

She rolled her eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm just saying… You and Potter were practically undressing each other with your eyes back there and he didn't seem bothered by the eye contact at all."

"I don't know, Coco." She said. "It's not really an exact science. There isn't really a 'I made a deal with the Dark Lord and now my abilities are stronger because of Dark Magic and I don't know how they actually work' handbook."

He barked a laugh. "If there were, I'm sure you'd have read it already, you swot."

She sighed in annoyance. "I swear I could hex you right now."

He blew a raspberry at her and she rolled her eyes. They stopped in front of Snape's door and Elara knocked gently. He was expecting them, so she knew he'd be there, but she was still surprised when the door opened so quickly, as if he had been standing there waiting for them.

"Malfoys." He said.

Draco scowled.

"Professor." Elara nodded, her tone pleasant. "May we come in?"

Snape opened the door wider, granting them entrance and crossed the room, taking a seat at the desk instead of in the moth bitten armchair he usually sat in. He seemed to be reading over essays, the look on his face disapproving as he marked through one of them.

"Your potion is there, on the table." He said, motioning to the bottle on the stand next to the chair. "I'm busy going over these atrocious fifth year essays, if you don't mind."

"I didn't need to come here anyway." Draco said. "I'll meet you in the room. Don't take too long. I actually need to go to Transfiguration today. If I get another detention with McGonagall, I'm going to lose it."

Elara nodded. "I'll be up soon."

Draco left, closing the door behind him. Elara approached Snape's desk after taking the bottle and putting it into her knapsack. Snape looked up at her, a black eyebrow raised in question. She handed him a briefcase.

"It's one hundred percent dragon hide." She said. "And the fixtures are gold, forged by goblins."

Both of his eyebrows raised into his hairline as he stared at her in confusion. She chuckled. She wasn't sure she had ever seen shock on his face before.

"What is this?"

"I've just told you." She said. "It's dragon hide. I had your name engraved just there…" She pointed below the handle. "And you can set a ward to it. I've already added a weightless extension charm."

"I can clearly see what it is." He said. "My question was more… Why?"

She shrugged. "I noticed your case seemed rather… Sad."

The corners of his lips twitched. "I've had it a long time." He agreed. "It has certainly seen its use."

"This one should stay looking like this well, forever, really."

"This had to have been extremely expensive, Elara. I can't accept it."

"I already had your name engraved into it, so you have to. It's a thank you."

"A thank you?"

She nodded. "You've helped me a lot this term. Potions when I need them, helped to heal me when I was mind locked… You've tried to help with the task, although Draco keeps pushing you away from us there… You've listened to me… I saw you needed a new one, and I picked it up at Hogsmeade. It's nothing, really. I just wanted to say thank you."

She felt gratitude roll off him as he accepted the case and opened it, his fingers lightly tracing the gold buckles. He also seemed… sad?

"Thank you." He said.

She smiled. "Don't mention it. I do have one more favor to ask of you, though."

He raised an eyebrow again at her, staying silent for her to speak.

"I'd like to take a look in the restricted section of the library. I need to find some answers about my abilities and I can't seem to locate what I'm looking for. I think I may have better luck there."

Snape nodded. "I'll give you permission." He agreed.

"Thank you, sir." She said, smiling kindly to him. "I'll let you get back to your essays."

She walked from the room and took to the stairs, wondering what would leave Professor Snape feeling sad when receiving a gift. She knew it was a surprise to him, she hadn't mentioned the case to him since she noticed his was bursting at the seam weeks back. She wondered if he was upset with her for spending the money? She hadn't meant to offend him, and she knew it was expensive, nearly three hundred galleons to be exact, but what good was having all the money she had if she couldn't do something nice for someone with it? Merlin knows three hundred galleons was barely a dent in her monthly allowance, and she never touched her allowance anyway, given she barely went on the Hogsmeade trips.

No, he couldn't be upset with her. She had felt the gratitude from him. He accepted the gift. So, he couldn't have been… Maybe he was sad about his own position? Not being able to afford a new briefcase so his student bought it for him? She wrinkled her face up. She didn't like that.

Her thoughts wandered as she climbed the stairs, flight after flight, to the seventh floor. She wondered if Harry remembered their encounter the night before. She had proven in the past that memory manipulation was not a strong suit of hers, but she had to do something.

She felt guilty.

The guilt had eaten through her most the night, barely allowing her two hours sleep. She wanted to stay outside in the night with Harry forever. She wanted to feel his lips pressed against hers. Wanted to feel his arms around her. His honey sweet breath on her face and his hands in her hair…

She had to remove it from him. She had to bury it, change his memory around to make him think he had left when he intended to. She hadn't planned on kissing him back. She hadn't planned on any of it! She regretted stopping him when he made to walk away, but she needed to speak to him. She needed to see if he was okay, if he would be okay. She wanted to see his eyes, and not just the top of his head as he looked away from her like he had been doing for weeks.

It was selfish. And it couldn't happen again.

She entered the room of requirement and walked the aisles to the back corner of the cluttered room to find Draco staring at the vanishing cabinet, a look of anger contorted confusion on his face.

"What is it?" She asked.

"It's stopped working." He sighed. "It worked fine yesterday. I can't get anything to pass through now."

Elara eyed the cabinet, closing her eyes and trying to focus her energy. She usually felt a pull or magic from it, a tug on her own core, but she felt nothing. She opened her eyes. "I can't feel the magic from it."

"So, what do we do now?" He asked.

She shrugged. "Dunno."

Draco kicked the cabinet and swore loudly, pacing around the aisle a few times before he sat on the floor, drawing his knees to his chest and tapping his fingers against them. Elara sat next to him, her legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, her hands in her lap.

"How do your abilities work?" Draco asked, suddenly.

She moved her head back a few inches, looking at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"How do they work? How can you control emotions and feel the magic in things?"

She shrugged again. "I don't know."

"How do you know the Dark Lord has strengthened your abilities then? What if he hasn't? What if it's just been you actively working to figure them out so you can do more with them now?"

She shook her head. "No." She said. "It's hard to explain. When the Mark was rejecting, it was like my own magic was rejecting with it. Like I was being bled of my magic. I don't know how that works, or what curse can cause it, but it felt like he was siphoning my magic from me. Even my day to day magic was weaker. I could barely transfigure anything… You know when you use your wand and you feel that little pull in your fingers?"

Draco nodded. "Yeah. Like your arm is whole."

"Right. I couldn't even feel that when my magic was draining. But when he got inside my head, he told me he had a grip on my magic, and that he would take it from me as I died. I don't know if that's true, if he can do that… But I could feel it. I could feel the difference after I agreed. It's like I took a maximum strengthening potion. I can still feel him in my head sometimes though. It's like he pops in and checks to see if I'm using my abilities or something."

"That sounds awful." Draco said. "Having him in your head like that."

"It is." She sighed. "I keep having these odd thoughts. Like, if I think too long on something that would usually make me angry, its like I get a surge of energy. That has to be the Dark Magic, doesn't it?"

"I feel a pull sometimes." Draco agreed. "My Mark will twist about and it's like he's calling to me or something."

Elara nodded. They sat in silence for a long time. Draco looked at his watch and sighed, mumbling something about missing Transfiguration again but not particularly caring about it anymore. Elara found herself lost in her own thoughts. She didn't understand how any of it worked. She wondered if she would be able to find anything in the Restricted section. Although, she wasn't sure where to start, but it would at least give her some sort of information. Give her something tangible to grasp an understanding of.

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a/n: Hope you enjoyed this one! Elara is really struggling with her morals now, and I hope that's coming across properly. She's very wishy-washy this one, so I'm trying hard to make sure she isn't giving you all too much whiplash. I'm a 28 year old adult, so I try to write Elara how I think most sixteen year olds would deal with these type of situations, and if there's anything I've learned over the years, it's that I was a very indecisive and anxious teenager. I think most sixteen year olds would be hard pressed to have an understanding about what is morally right and wrong. I don't even have it now sometimes! I think in the situations of life and death, family and love... You tend to bend your morals to do what you think will cause the least amount of over all damage. Does that make sense?

Anyway- if you're interested, give Something Vague by Bright Eyes a listen. That's what I was vibing with after this chapter.

Thanks, for reading and reviewing! PLEASE KEEP THEM COMING! love, love, love reviews! Tell me your thoughts, ask me questions, whatever! I'll always answer as much as I can! (in private message, of course!)

Stay safe!

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Mimi