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No Need for Magic

3: Then it Clicked

With the fifth years all swamped by preparations for their OWL exams, Shinichi didn't see nearly as much of Kaito as he had in previous years—much to Kaito's irritation and Shinichi's own disappointment. It was when he found himself thinking about what Kaito would have said about the physics word problems he was working through for one of his correspondence courses and looking up at the common room door every time it opened hoping to see Kaito coming in (and feeling disappointed every time he saw that it was someone else), that Shinichi finally admitted to himself that he had come to not only appreciate but look forward to Kaito's company. Kaito was more than just his first wizard friend. He wasn't even just Shinichi's best friend, though he was definitely that by now. He was a confidant—someone in whom Shinichi had come to trust and with whom he felt he could share anything from his extremely non-wizardly dreams for the future and his ponderings over the constraints and illogicalities of their society and the mismatched edges between the two worlds in which he felt he was trying to live.

Someone you could share all your thoughts with—who would understand those vague worries and hopes, uncertainties and dreams. Someone like that wasn't just a friend, they were more like…family, he supposed, in the more positive senses of the word.

Except he couldn't quite picture Kaito as his mischievous older brother with a penchant for teasing. Kaito fit the picture, but…

Shinichi shook his head, clearing it of the confused wisps of half formed thoughts and refocused on his homework.

But first, he jotted down the comment he had intended to make about the word problems to Kaito on a spare piece of parchment. He added several more notes before he finished his work for the night and headed up to bed, where he left the notes neatly folded on Kaito's nightstand.

He was asleep by the time Kaito got back from his study session, but there was a note waiting for him on his own nightstand when he woke the following morning.

They continue swapping notes throughout the rest of the school year even when they managed to snatch some time to enjoy each other's company in person. Shinichi, still socially awkward despite the progress he had made towards accepting and becoming a part of his new-no-longer community, found that many thoughts were easier to share in writing. And Kaito approved of the way he could see the younger boy slowly but surely opening up to him through those neatly written words. In turn, Kaito regaled him with funny stories from his own classes and the practice tests that the teachers had started putting them through. And when he couldn't think of anything noteworthy from the day to report, he took to writing riddles because he knew well how much Shinichi loved puzzles of all kinds.

The way Shinichi's entire face lights up when he finds a new riddle waiting for him on his nightstand brings a satisfied smile to Kaito's face and a the contented warmth of a job well done.

"I have to run," he told Shinichi, pulling on his robes and stuffing his wand into his pocket. "Apparently, the headmistress's is going to be teaching my transfigurations class today. I hear she may be taking over for the last few weeks leading up to the exams."

That got Shinichi's attention, and he looked up, eyes bright with interest. "I heard she was a great teacher when she was still teaching transfigurations. And she's a registered animagus. If you want to ask her about how to master the transformation and get properly registered, this could be a good time to ask."

"I'll do that," Kaito agreed, grateful for the reminder. "I'll see you at dinner then."

Shinichi nodded distractedly, attention already back on the riddle in his hands, and Kaito chuckled, shaking his head.

Shinichi didn't solve the riddle until just before dinner, which was why he only had about ten minutes to eat before Mike and Annalisa sat down at the Ravenclaw table directly across from him.

"So Kuroba's not here yet?" Mike asked, glancing over Shinichi's shoulder and seeing no one.

"Actually, I've been here since five minutes ago," Kaito announced, appearing in the seat right next to Shinichi as though he had been there all along. Maybe he had. Shinichi was pretty sure that Kaito had long ago mastered both several invisibility and misdirection spells. Fox indeed.

"Your message said something about a proposal?" Annalisa asked, apparently oblivious to the fact that many of the surrounding Ravenclaws were staring at her and her dinner guest in open-mouthed shock. They were getting stares from the other tables too, but they too she ignored.

"Well, the headmistress has been guest lecturing in my transfigurations class in preparation for our OWLs," Kaito explained. "And Shinichi reminded me that she's an animagus. So I approached her about what it might take to learn to be one. We've all had quite a lot of experience with the version we get from the mimic potions, and I wanted to see if continuing to use them was the right way to go. She said it could be, but there are apparently pointers she can give and practice we should be doing without the aid of potions if we're serious about wanting to learn. She offered to hold a special class or three for me. Well, me and anyone else I thought was qualified who might want to learn. So I'm asking you three. Interested?"

Mike and Annalisa traded glances before both agreed.

Kaito then turned to Shinichi, who had found the chocolate puzzle Kaito had asked the elves downstairs to send up to Shinichi when he was ready for dessert.

"What about you, Shin-chan? Interested in becoming a registered animagus? You make a very cute sparrow. You even keep your cowlick. It's really quite adorable."

Shinichi, who had just finished the puzzle and found it to be a wreath of roses, blushed and ducked his head. "I guess I wouldn't mind trying the class if I'm allowed."

Nothing else of real significance happened that year except that the last few notes Kaito left on Shinichi's nightstand was a series of riddles that came together to form a rather unconventional invitation to a summer trip through London with Kaito and his parents.

Well, there were the exams too, of course. Kaito was confident that he passed all his OWL exams with flying colors, but, since he never even entertained the possibility of failure, he considered it to be less of a significant event and more of a matter of course.

He had, however, planned for the aforementioned stay in London to be special. He had fully intended to use it to nudge his relationship with Shinichi a step closer to what he wanted it to be. He had been dropping hints for a year and a half already after all, and he felt the time was right.

London would be the perfect stage, being the home to Shinichi's favorite fictional detective and a place that Kaito knew his friend had been dying to visit.

It should have been perfect.

It wasn't.

If anything, Kaito was half tempted to call the trip a total disaster.

The trip had started out well. With the elder Kurobas busy with some business matters during the first week of the trip, Kaito and Shinichi had been left largely to their own devices. Shinichi had immediately produced a complete list of Sherlock Holmes related sightseeing hotspots and other related activities. Having expected this, Kaito had only laughed and asked him where he wanted to go first.

They'd ended up at the Sherlock Holmes museum, naturally, and Kaito got to enjoy the rare sight of his normally reserved friend all but bouncing off the walls. Then they'd gotten inside, and Shinichi was all enraptured, wide-eyed wonder and reverence. Kaito took several discreet pictures of the younger boy's exploration of the premises as he kept tight control over the urge to laugh. Shinichi's open enthusiasm for his favorite novels was adorable and infectious. It was a side of him Kaito didn't get to see nearly as often as he would have liked, so he treasured them when they came—and took lots of pictures.

And that was when everything went wrong.

Because naturally the place was crammed full of other Sherlock Holmes fans too, young and old and many from far away places, even other countries. One of those other fans, it turned out, was a half British, half Japanese youth about Kaito's age who had come to the museum dressed in a certain fictional detective's coat and hat.

Mistaking him for one of those hired hands who dressed up so people could take pictures with them, Shinichi had asked the older boy if he could take a picture with him. The blond had smiled in what Kaito thought was a patronizing way but consented, and so Kaito had taken the picture for them. Afterward, however, the stranger had politely informed Shinichi that no, he was not part of the museum staff. He was, in fact, a police officer in training. His father was a police chief, and the boy, Hakuba Saguru, intended to follow in his father's footsteps—and those of Holmes, the greatest detective of all time too, of course.

Kaito, who had already gotten off on the wrong foot with the blond when he'd said he wasn't a fan and was only there to keep Shinichi company, felt instant alarms going on in his head when Hakuba then asked them if they had had lunch yet. If not, he'd said, he knew a good café across the street with excellent teas where they could share a meal and talk.

Shinichi agreed before Kaito could object, and soon the three were sitting in aforementioned café where they proceeded to stay for the next four hours as Shinichi and this Hakuba person discussed Sherlock Holmes. Shinichi had shown his itinerary to his new friend and asked for suggestions, and Hakuba had been more than happy to oblige. He had even offered to be there guide to some of those hotspots if they needed one. By the time they started quoting Holmes at one another and finishing off each other's quotes, Kaito had had enough. He reminded Shinichi that they had to start heading back to the hotel as they had to meet his parents for dinner, and they had some ways to travel.

To his disgust, Shinichi gave the blond his phone number and email address.

For the entirety of the rest of their two weeks in London, Hakuba became a near daily fixture in their touring of the city, and Kaito found it increasingly difficult to get a word in edgewise between the two when they started talking mystery fiction in general and Holmes in particular.

That wasn't to say that there weren't any good times. Kaito was surprised when night when Shinichi gave him a wrapped package that turned out to contain a complete collection of Arthur Conan Doyle's work.

"Since you said you've never read them," he said, ducking his head. "You don't have to like them, but I thought maybe you'd… I mean, I'm sorry if we made you feel left out."

Those big blue eyes looking anxiously up at him, clearly worried about him and hoping for some signs of the return of his good mood made Kaito's heart swell with warmth and a soft, genuine smile rise to his lips.

"Thanks. And don't worry about it. It was…educational. I'm starting to think there really must be something to these books. It's about time I gave them a try."

Shinichi beamed, and Kaito realized that, even if his plans had been hijacked by that nuisance of a blond, at least Shinichi was happy. And, in the end, that was all that really mattered for now. He would have his opportunities later.

Right now, he just wanted to see more of this open, unrestrained Shinichi, so childishly innocent in his joy at this chance to step, however briefly, into the world of the books he loved.

This year though, Kaito thought to himself as he watched Shinichi's plane depart for Japan at the end of their two weeks in London. By the end of this year, he would make Shinichi see that the roses and the chocolates and myriad of other little gifts and gestures had been more than just the teasing of a mischievous friend.

"The real question," he murmured to himself when he finally turned away from the airport window. "Is how to get the message across without scaring him off."

Kaito spent the rest of his summer devising plans for stealing the heart of a certain younger Ravenclaw student. He arrived on the train fully prepared to set at least the first plan in motion only to end up tossing said plans when Shinichi arrived in a tower of silent fury.

It took Kaito an hour of careful prodding and a box of singing, chocolate-covered coffee beans to pry the reason for Shinichi's sour mood out of the younger boy.

Apparently, Shinichi had returned to Europe a week before the start of term so that he wouldn't be jetlagged when school started. He and been staying in a hotel owned by the family of an old Tokyo friend. Said friend, Suzuki Sonoko, and a couple of the girl's other friends and acquaintances had also been spending the end of their summer vacation at said hotel resort.

A few days ago, Shinichi had accompanied his non-wizard friends to a local restaurant known for its incredible sundaes ("How were they?" Kaito had asked. To which Shinichi had explained that, " Sonoko and the others said they were good. I didn't have any. Why? I was too full for dessert. It's just ice cream anyway. Well excuse me for not having a black hole for a stomach.").

The problem had begun with a family of wizards who had come into the restaurant as Shinichi and his group were leaving. Shinichi wasn't entirely sure what had started it, but the little boy with the wizard family had gone into a shrieking tantrum, and suddenly all the tables and chairs in the restaurant had started kicking at the guests. Plates full of food had risen into the air and begun flying every which way, and the waiter who had had the misfortune to be closest to the child had turned into a very confused kangaroo. He had proceeded to bounce about the restaurant, turning over battling furniture and smashing dinnerware. That was when some wizards from the ministry had shown up and proceeded to wipe the memories of all the muggles present, including Shinichi's friends.

"They wouldn't have lost too much though, right?" Kaito had reasoned. "I mean, you did say you guys were already leaving."

"That's not the point!" Shinichi snapped. "What gives wizards the right to decide what non-wizards should or should not be allowed to remember? Our memories are what make us who we are. Each person's time—each person's life—is his or hers by rights. To take away pieces of someone else's life without their permission is just another way of violating them. It's selfish, arrogant, and cruel."

"Well, people did used to burn people charged with witchcraft," Kaito reasoned. "Er, well, try to burn anyway."

Shinichi's eyes flashed. "Decent, reasonable people don't judge—let alone punish—someone for the crimes of his or her ancestors. And I noticed that there are boatloads of stories about how real witches and wizards danced circles around muggle witch hunters and none at all about them helping any of the falsely accused. Standing around and doing nothing when you know something is wrong and have more than enough power to stop it is every bit as bad as being a member of the mob."

"Calm down. I get it," Kaito said, indigo eyes for once completely devoid of mirth. And he did, even though he had to admit that, before Shinichi had brought it up, this was another of those issues to which he had never given much thought.

Wizards had always kept their society secret and separate from the rest of the world. That was how things had been and would probably always be. Why? Well…

Generally, those in the magical community either thought that muggles wouldn't be able to handle the existence of magic or that any muggle who discovered magic would undoubtedly want magical solutions to all their problems. That kind of thinking really was arrogance in a nutshell.

He sighed. "It's a flawed arrangement, but it goes back a really, really long time. And the thing about secrets is the longer you keep them, the harder it gets to stop keeping them. Besides, you know how these sorts of problems are. They've always got complicated roots, and you'd have to turn the whole world upside down and give it a good shake too to change things. But, for the most part, humans, magical and not, aren't big on big changes."

"That doesn't mean we shouldn't try to change," Shinichi muttered, but he had calmed down considerably. He still held firm to the belief that going around erasing other people's memories just because it was more convenient for you was a heinous crime, but Kaito was right when he said that the roots of the problem ran deep and labyrinthine. In many ways, it was not unlike the many other prejudices that human beings all around the world still collided over. Hell, even within a single community, you had clashes. He'd certainly noticed the friction between certain old wizard families and those who were not what they called pure-blooded. It was petty and served no purpose other than to cause division and spawn ill feelings, but humans of all kinds seemed to have an unfortunate tendency to devolve into an "us" and "them" mentality. Yet, at the same time, there were new examples every day out in the wide, wide world where such barriers were being lowered and eventually overcome. It took time, heart and willpower, but a world in harmony was possible.

Sitting here and throwing a tantrum over how stupid and selfish some people could be, however, was definitely not the way to inspire positive change. What exactly he could do though was something he would have to think more about. Still, he could at least begin by making sure that he didn't make the mistakes those people were making. And he could do his best to educate the people around him. Knowledge was the key.

"Hey Kai, are you still taking Muggle Studies this year?" Shinichi asked.

Pleased to see that Shinichi had come completely out of his sour mood, Kaito nodded. "I told the professor last year about how out of date a lot of the materials were. He didn't take me seriously at first, but I showed him some of those books you let me borrow, and he couldn't argue with that. I think he said he was going to do some more research and revamp his course. I'm looking forward to what he comes up with."

"I don't suppose he's considered asking some of the muggle born students to present on the latest trends and things?"

Kaito looked thoughtful. "I don't know. Even the muggle born students start here when they're only eleven. At that age, I'm not sure you'd have much to contribute."

Shinichi let out a loud snort of laughter. "I wouldn't bet on that. I think he should try organizing some open debates. Maybe some panel discussions. It could be interesting."

It did sound interesting, Kaito thought and grinned. Shinichi often had interesting ideas when he bothered to share them. "I'll do that and let you know how he takes it."

Shinichi's fifth year at Hogwarts was every bit as busy as Kaito's had been—busier in fact since he was also moving on to higher level correspondence courses that he refused to drop. Most days and nights, he would be all but invisible behind—sometimes beneath—a mountain of textbooks and scrolls.

When Shinichi wasn't working, which was rarely, he could be found juggling a soccer ball while mouthing what turned out to be formulas and spells he was trying to memorize.

The only time Kaito got to see him not studying for his OWLs or one of his correspondence courses was during Quidditch games, at their weekly sessions with McGonagall on animagus magic (where they were now the only students as Mike and Annalisa had graduated), and when Shinichi fell asleep on his work, Kaito carried him up to bed. The first time he had done this for his sleeping underclassman, Kaito had briefly entertained the idea of tucking Shinichi into his own bed so Kaito could cuddle him all night, but he wisely squashed the temptation. Shinichi would most definitely be embarrassed when he woke up, and then he would probably avoid Kaito for days. And, in the end, he would more than likely come to the conclusion that it was all a prank anyway. Do that sort of thing too many times, and Shinichi would never take his advances seriously.

The winter holidays came as a welcome break for everyone.

It was the first Christmas that Shinichi would be spending at Hogwarts. His parents had gone to Los Angeles, and though they had asked if he wished to go with them, he hadn't really wanted to spend the holidays being dragged from party to party so that his mother could dress him up and show him off to all her frilly friends. He'd suffered through those kinds of parties far too often as a child to have any delusions left about them being fun. So he'd signed up to stay in school and been surprised when Kaito took the quill from him and added his own name to the list of students staying.

"Mom and Dad are going to this magical craftsmen's conference," Kaito explained. "It's senior members only, so I can't go yet. But they promised they'd bring us back some cool stuff. People are always giving away cool samples at these conferences."

With unusually heavy snows predicted for that winter, the Hogwarts faculty had planned several indoors activities ahead of time just in case they needed to keep restless students from going stir crazy should they all have to stay indoors for extensive amounts of time. This turned out to be a very good thing for a blizzard blew in the very night that the Hogwarts Express rolled out of the Hogsmeade Station to take the majority of the student body back to their respective families for Christmas. Once it started, the snow didn't appear to want to stop, and all the windows in the castle were black with the storm for nearly the entirety of the winter break.

Inside the castle, however, the festive mood remained.

Shinichi found himself wandering the castle halls for hours on end just to admire the decorations. There were Christmas trees dressed in lights and magical ice crystals lining the main hall and tucked into random corners throughout the building, each sporting a plethora of strange and delightful ornamentation from flowers of blue fire to darting fairy lights. His favorite was a tree that someone had managed to move all the way up to the observation room in the astronomy tower that sported its own solar system of miniature stars and planets.

"If you like it, I saw a book in the library once that was all about decorating Christmas trees," Kaito told him as they sat together by the tower windows facing in, admiring the galactic tree and its silently orbiting planets. "I checked it last night, and I'm pretty sure it's where the teachers got their ideas from."

"There's still an hour before dinner," Shinichi said, glancing at his watch. "Do you think you could find the book again if we go looking for it now?"

"Of course."

Having suspected that his younger friend might be interested when he'd seen Shinichi's wonder at the holiday décor, Kaito had kept tabs on all the relevant books in the library, and it wasn't long before they had their hands on Christmas Trees with Spirit. Shinichi smiled when he saw the title, and Kaito hid a grin. Their eyes met over the book. The older boy quirked an eyebrow, questioning, then Shinichi nodded and hurried off to ask the librarian about borrowing the book.

They spent the rest of the hour before the great Christmas Eve banquet running up and down throughout the castle, locating extra special trees and matching them with the spells and sketches in the book. Then they returned to their dormitory room, where the five other Ravenclaw boys who would usually be sharing their dorm had all gone home for the winter, leaving Kaito alone with Shinichi (just as he'd wanted). There, Kaito conjured one of the small, potted conifers he had seen in the greenhouse into their room, and the two of them set to work. By the time they were done, they had their own magical miniature Christmas tree complete with orbiting planets, blossoms of colorful flames, and strings of multicolored ice crystals that glittered like silver and starlight. And, just for fun, Kaito created a small, ice sparrow with a cowlick to perch on the top of the tree and flap its wings every time one of them looked at it.

"Do you think we'll get in trouble for taking a tree?" Shinichi asked, examining their handiwork with mixed pride and concern.

"Nah. Professor Longbottom's pretty easy going," Kaito replied, shrugging. "But if you're worried, we can ask him if he wants it back when we see him at dinner. Speaking of which, we'd better get changed."

It had been announced that there would be a ball that night after the banquet, and everyone had been told to dress either formally or festively or both. Kaito had gone for festive with a set of sky blue robes covered with snowflakes that were somewhere different every time you looked at them even though you could never catch them moving. He rather liked the disorienting effect they had on people. Shinichi on the other hand had gone for formal with a dark blue ensemble trimmed in silver. There was a definite Japanese influence in the cut of his robes, and a single small, silver snowflake up near his collar gave a nod to the season.

Kaito couldn't take his eyes off him.

Shinichi caught him staring and adjusted his clothes a bit self-consciously. "What?"

Realizing he'd been caught staring, Kaito cast around hastily for an excuse.

"Just thinking we kind of match," he said with a toothy grin, pointing at the snowflake on Shinichi's collar. "Come on. Dinner's waiting," he added and began ushering Shinichi towards the door.

The Christmas banquet was everything Shinichi had come to expect from Hogwarts feasts and then some. There were holiday dishes of every persuasion in amounts that made his eyes spin. Even taking only one bite of everything would have been way too much, but picking and choosing what to try was a trial all its own. Everything was delicious though, so at least you couldn't choose wrong. But the pies! He'd never tasted such amazing pies. And for the first time in his life he wished he had that second stomach just for desserts that Kaito claimed everyone had. The fact that Shinichi was a hundred and ten percent certain that he had only the one stomach, however, didn't stop him from taking a second slice of pie. He would just eat it slowly, savoring.

Beside him, Kaito was well on his way to proving that he not only had that second stomach for dessert but possibly a third for anything that didn't fit in the first two. It was a little amazing, Shinichi thought, although it was also just this side of horrifying how much the older boy was putting away. Then again, Kaito had always had a big appetite—not as large as Hattori's, but still nothing to sneeze at. Shinichi often wondered what his two friends did with all that food they ate. They were both athletic people, true, but still… He was surprised neither of them had ever made themselves sick eating that way.

He took another dainty bite of his pie and closed his eyes, enjoying the way the sweet and sour filling melted on his tongue. Now this was a dessert worthy of Christmas.

Once everyone had eaten their fill, the teachers got up and banished the tables with a few waves of their wands, leaving only one long table against the far wall upon which more refreshments waited just in case anyone could still eat. Then a group of Hufflepuff students carrying instruments climbed up onto the dais where the teachers' table had been.

"I didn't know we had student bands," Shinichi said, surprised.

"We didn't until last year," Kaito replied. "One of the Hufflepuff students that came in last year was from a whole family of musicians. She insisted she still wanted to practice her music while studying here—pointed you out as an example, as a matter of fact."

"Me?" Shinichi echoed, puzzled. "But I haven't done anything."

Kaito gave him an odd look then laughed. "Of course you have. For one, you've proven that non-traditional materials have their uses here if people will stop and pay them more attention. Like those textbooks you let me borrow to show my muggle studies professor. So anyway, our musician set up a music club. They meet three times a week and practice music of all different styles. Annalisa sang with them back before she graduated."

"So they're not all Hufflepuffs."

"Nope. It's like Shiho's summer camp. If you're interested and willing to play nice, you can join. Passion doesn't care about Houses after all."

Shinichi nodded, and he found that he was smiling, and it wasn't just because the band had started to play, and they were good. He wanted to smile because he was truly happy to see another example of people reaching across the divides they had so long been taught to adhere to in order to create something beautiful together using an art that they all loved.

"Hey Shinichi," Kaito said softly in a voice that somehow managed to be teasing, serious, and ever so slightly nervous all at the same time. But Kaito was never nervous. That thought alone had Shinichi feeling more than a little worried as he turned to look up at the taller boy.

"What is it?" he asked.

The peculiar medley of expressions on the older boy's face settled into a somewhat lopsided grin. "We're standing under the mistletoe."

Shinichi stared at him blankly for a moment before Kaito's words sank in, and the shorter boy jerked his head up to stare upward. Indeed, there hung a sprig of mistletoe decorated with a red ribbon. It was one of half a dozen such sprigs floating amidst the flock of floating candles illuminating the great hall. Feeling a blush creeping up into his face, Shinichi tore his gaze from the deceptively innocuous bit of plant matter to look back at Kaito—who had suddenly gotten a lot closer.

Shinichi's blush darkened, but he found himself frozen to the spot. He opened his mouth, most likely to stammer out something about not really needing to follow silly traditions, but he never got the chance.

The kiss was short and chaste but soft and warm and entirely not what Shinichi had been expecting to have to deal with that Christmas. Not that it hadn't been, well, somewhat…nice, he supposed. If anything, it had left his stomach feeling weirdly fluttery in a way that he had to admit was not actually new. He'd felt it around Kaito before, but it hadn't been until just now that…that he understood, he supposed. Except, well, did he understand?

"Shinichi?"

It was only when he heard his name that Shinichi realized he'd been zoning out, and Kaito was watching him with an expression that was definitely starting to edge towards anxious.

"You're not upset, are you?" the older boy asked. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"I—I'm not, but I… I mean, it's just… Why did you do that?" Shinichi stammered out eventually.

Kaito cracked a grin that was half relieved and half amused. "Well, it is mistletoe—but it was more because I wanted to," he added quickly before Shinichi could get the wrong idea. He produced a red rose with a flourish and offered it to Shinichi with his best earnest look. "I was hoping you'd agree to go out with me. Officially, I mean. As a couple," he elaborated when Shinichi only continued to stare at him. Kaito was seriously beginning to worry if maybe he should have gone about this in a different way when Shinichi finally took the rose.

The younger boy smiled at him. It was a shy and slightly uncertain smile, but there was genuine warmth in it too, and Kaito decided that, for now, that was enough.

TBC

A.N: Just a quick heads up. I'm really busy right now, so the last part may be late. Have a great week!