Chapter 6 – Cut off at the Pass

GENERAL WARNING – Slight dubious consent in the first scene again. Somehow, Gil remains innocent. Good job, buddy.

GENERAL WARNING – Non-graphic/non-violent assault in scene two. If you're familiar with the first story, you'll know what it is ;)

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"We've been invited to the king's private box," Uma explained by way of greeting when Chad returned to the pirates' apartment the next day.

He'd been in contact with the captain throughout the morning and afternoon, Gil a constant presence by his side as he rewrote all his proposals. Uma had teleported the second mate over in the morning to keep an eye on Chad supposedly, though he suspected this was mostly so Gil could act as a sort of emotional support for him. Uma took her duties seriously, honored her commitments with even more reverence, and was determined to fulfill her obligations in regards to claiming him to the best of her ability. That meant frequent texts and Gil's cheerful presence, the second mate pulling Chad aside for mandatory eating and cuddle breaks when Chad started to get particularly tense.

It was both helpful and a hindrance, reminding Chad that he shouldn't get attached despite desperately wanting that one thing, because in every timeline, he seemed incapable of exhibiting even the slightest amount of restraint.

Chad was okay by the time he drove them down to the pirates' apartment, which had half been a surprise in itself. Chad had expected Uma's crew to have moved into their suite at the castle by this point, but apparently, Uma wanted to take things slow.

Considering Harry's flightiness, Chad supposed that wasn't altogether too much a surprise.

"Originally, we considered competing in the games," Uma continued as she herded Chad towards Gil's room, a selection of the second mate's clothes already splayed out on his bed. "Show Auradon what the Isle is made of, but getting invited to watch from the king's private box is too big an opportunity to pass up on. It's free positive publicity for the Isle kids, so we're going to watch the proceedings from up there."

Chad was pretty sure that all of the pirates had placed in some kind of competition in the games last time around. He vaguely remembered that, though he'd been grounded on the day where all the finals were held, so he didn't know for sure. This was another change, though hopefully it wouldn't be a bad one. Hopefully, Chad hadn't ruined things too much.

So he pulled his focus from the past and centered it on Uma's phrasing. She said 'we', meaning all of them, and didn't phrase it as a question, laying things out in a direct order that even Chad could follow.

The prince sighed. "I think I've pulled enough focus as Lance," he said. "The gossip sites are already buzzing about the mystery kid King Ben danced with twice, we don't need to add more fuel to the flames. Just tell them I'm hanging out with the rest of your crew or something. After yesterday, they wouldn't be surprised that I need space."

"Right," Uma said, an acknowledgement, not an agreement. She was acknowledging he had a point, but that was all. "But you want to be there."

Of course Chad wanted to where the people he loved were, but he couldn't be with them anymore and Lance needed to go.

"I can't keep indulging like this," Chad said, dragging a weary hand across his face. "The more they get attached to Lance, the harder it's going to be when he vanishes."

"Right, except you could just replace him with, you know, yourself," Uma countered with a quirked brow.

Chad laughed, low and wry. "And how do you think they'll react to that? I'll give you a hint: very badly. They'll think I was screwing around with them, taking advantage of their kindness, think I'm a liar who makes up shit about Jafar or whatever – I mean, you remember your own reactions from when you found me out – theirs will be much worse. They've known me longer."

"I admit, at first they likely won't be happy," Uma said. "But given time-"

"They'll be super unhappy."

"They'll remember that they love you," Uma pressed on as though she hadn't heard him. "Because they love Lance. Or they will, if you'd give them the opportunity to do so."

Chad let out an annoyed sigh. "The only reason they have any interest in me is because of my connection to you. If Lance was by himself, they wouldn't care-" Liar, liar, but Uma didn't know that. "They'd be happy to take what they'd set their sights on, which was you guys. Don't shove me in their path when they would only keep me around out of civic obligation or an obligation to you-"

"I'm getting really tired of the word 'obligation' getting thrown around," Uma interrupted, her jaw set in an unhappy look. "You are not an obligation. You were not an obligation when Gil met you or when he helped you or when he took you out to the festival-"

"The only reason you're nice to me is because I get pushed around a little!" Chad countered. "That's it. Otherwise, you'd think I was just as stupid as everyone else-"

"Because I didn't realize you had a mask," Uma snapped. "I'm sorry I didn't see it. It's a fucking good one and you commit to it entirely, so I'm sorry we didn't realize you actually had depth, that you were actually hurting. Now yes, you do need help, but that doesn't make you an obligation, and when I say you are mine-" She grabbed the front of his shirt, and then Chad found himself pressed down against Gil's bed, Uma straddling his waist. "That means you're fucking mine. And unless you actually hate us, I'm not letting you go. I'm not letting you isolate yourself because you think you're as horrible as your grandfather says you are." She reached forward, her fingers burying in his hair, which was all the warning he got before she started scratching at his scalp with a relentless sort of intention. "And we will repeat that as many fucking times as necessary – but you are a good guy, and you deserve nice things."

"Uma," Chad whined, immediately filling with a certain warmth.

"Gilly told me," she said, tracing aimless patterns on his scalp. "Now let me take care of you, damnit."

It was a rough ride. Chad wasn't used to his weakness being exploited like this. Jane and Carlos had known among his old partners, but they'd kept the information to themselves, allowing the others to make their own discoveries in time (which hadn't happened, fortunately). They only used his sensitive scalp against him every once and a while, so Chad wasn't used to guarding against it, wasn't used to it being accessed so frequently.

It left him painfully hard, whining when Uma grounded down against him, the captain letting him find his pleasure against her in clumsy shakes.

"You don't know me," Chad gasped. "You don't-"

"I know Jafar fucking cursed you somehow," she said, moving to box him against the bed, her thigh positioned strategically between his legs so he could rut against her. "And I know you don't hate Jay for it. I don't think you hate any of them, but you are scared of them. Scared that they'll rip you to pieces like you say they will."

They'd done it before. They'd done it twice, both unintentional. Once after the fireworks and once near the end, when they had expected too much for him, hoped he'd be too good, when he simply didn't have it in him anymore. Not in the way they needed.

"Just give them time," Uma urged, one hand curling around Chad's hip and coaxing him against her while she mouthed at his neck. "They'll love Lance. And then, when the time is right, they'll love you too."

They couldn't, was the thing. Or else everything he'd done had been for nothing.

He needed to take another path, and he had a good idea for one – something he'd studied when Gil had been occupied sketching Chad rough drawings at the prince's request. He had looked so happy sprawled out on his stomach, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth while he tried his hand at designing clothes, looking so proud and hopeful when he showed Chad the finished products.

They were good. Maybe not good enough for production, but certainly good enough for Chad to make to offer Gil as a present, if they were ever friends.

"Okay," Chad said, body going loose as he made up his mind. He would play things by ear for now, but if push came to shove, he had options that didn't involve going back in time again, options that would let things work out for everyone.

And that was all that mattered.

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It was an unfortunate fact that most of Gil's shirts were sleeveless.

Neither Harry nor Uma seemed distressed by this – If anything they were pleased – but Lance was a creature that preferred to cover up, which presented some problems. Uma resolved these issues by offering Chad one of her meshy, long sleeve shirts to wear under Chad's borrowed outfit, which he had sighed at for all of a minute before she gestured towards a fancy-looking package that had definitely come from Auradon Castle.

"It's this or what's in there," she explained, her brows raised in amusement. "Part of me's upset by the audacity, but the other half respects such boldness, so…"

At her knowing look, Chad opened the box, untying the fancy silk ribbon that had been holding it closed and deftly ignoring the note tucked within its grasp. Inside was the tissue paper stereotypical of high-end clothing deliveries, except-

Except inside was a set of Ben's clothes – a masquerade outfit done in Auradon's colors, complete with a mask that was definitely Evie's handiwork.

"I can charm it to fit you," Uma said, a smile tugging at her lips. "Assuming you'd allow for such a thing."

"I'll take your shirt," Chad said, likely the most predictable response, and Uma was kind enough not to roll her eyes when he got ready.

"They also invited us to join the parade procession," Uma explained when all of them regrouped in the living room, a fresh string of bruises blossoming on the side of Gil's neck that he and Harry seemed entirely pleased by. "That involves us riding on horses though, but since we don't know how to do that, they have generously offered to have us ride behind them."

"I know how to ride a horse."

"But Lance doesn't," Uma reminded him. "But hey, if you don't want to do that, you could always ride in the carriage with Ben and Mal."

Chad made a face that had Gil laughing. "I'll ride behind Doug."

The lesser of all evils.

"Can I ride in the carriage?" Gil asked. "Would that be allowed? I've always wanted to do that."

"Sure, Gil," Uma said, her lips quirking up in a smile. "I think Jay's going to be in there too."

Harry puffed up. "If Jay's going, I'm going."

"It's not that big a carriage," Chad reminded them, though they could believably squish three people into one side without it being too big an issue, it'd just be a tight fit.

Perhaps that would be perfect for Jay.

Uma rolled her eyes. "I'll ride behind Evie," she declared. "To keep things from seeming weird. Harry, try not to bite Jay's head off, and if you start making out, make sure the windows are covered."

"Yes, captain," Harry said, a dangerous smile tugging at his lips.

For the sake of simplicity, Uma teleported them directly into the suite the others had made for them in Auradon Castle, Uma shooting a quick text to Mal that had them safely escorted to the front of the castle by Lumiere, who seemed entirely delighted with their presence for some reason.

Because Chad was not brave, he huddled near Gil as they approached the part of the parade procession that had the others, most of them standing beside their horses. Ben and Mal were even outside their carriage, trading small talk and looking effortlessly beautiful as always. After all this time, Chad would think he was used to it, would be able to create a defense against their inherent loveliness, but even now he found himself floundering. Once allowed his attraction, it was so hard to put it off, even if it was necessary.

It would get easier in time, he just needed to relax now.

"Uma," Mal greeted when they drew close enough, the queen-to-be making an obvious once over of their clothes. "Boys."

"Poser," Uma replied with a smirk, offering Ben a polite nod. "You trying to make more statements?"

"Only if you let us," Mal hummed. "There's plenty of room in the carriage, though, if you want to get cozy."

"I'll leave that to Gil and Harry," Uma said, rolling her eyes.

Ben's brows quirked in interest. "Will you two be riding then?"

"Sure," Uma drawled, her hand curling into Chad's. "We're all for trying new things."

And with that, Uma left them, tugging Chad over to where Doug and Evie lingered by their horses.

"Up for some passengers?" Uma asked, cutting straight to the point.

Evie managed to mask her shock with practiced ease, the surprise registering for perhaps a millisecond before it shifted into happiness. "We'd be delighted," she said. "Lance, I don't think I've gotten the chance to introduce you to my boyfriend. This is Doug, son of Dopey."

"Pleasure to meet you," Doug offered with that lovely shy smile of his, extending his hand out for Chad to take.

While Chad begrudged many things, he had no slights against Doug, who had always been kind and hopeful. If the others had been attracted to the pirates, he likely followed out of his love for Evie and them. And if he had kept that attraction a secret from Chad, it was likely out of what he perceived to be kindness.

Of course, it was just as possible that the others felt the exact same way, but Chad tried not to dwell on it.

Instead he mustered a small smile, holding out his hand. "Pleasure's mine," he said, returning Doug's firm handshake.

People were often surprised by how strong Doug was, as though they didn't know he was half dwarf, one of the strongest races in all of Auradon.

"Lance is riding with you, Douglass," Uma declared, an order rather than request. "Figured I'd cozy up to princess, make this look like a friends thing instead of a wooing thing."

They'd still been in the process of introducing their polyamorous relationship to Auradon at large when Chad had left. He'd been publicly dating Jay, of course, but when things had taken a turn for the worst, he thought-

Well, they hadn't known it was the worst. That made a difference.

Another surprise, but Evie masked that too, settling into her grin. "That works."

"Yeah," Doug said, a blush building on his cheeks. "Though um, you might prefer to ride with one of the others. I'm not really the best at riding a horse."

"You'll be fine," Evie soothed, a comforting hand curled around his shoulder as she gave a familiar pep talk. "All we have to do is follow the parade route. We get to the arena and then we'll hand the horses off to their handlers. It will all be good."

"We don't have to ride back?" Uma asked, probing for more information.

"No, there's a limo for that," Evie confirmed what Chad already knew, what he'd already experienced.

Hopefully they could make it to that limo in one piece, unlike last time.

"Then we don't have much to worry about," Uma declared. "Now how do you get on this thing?"

A melodious giggle, and then Evie was showing them how to get on, smiling brightly all the while.

The one consolation in this was that Doug seemed about as awkward and embarrassed as Chad felt. Usually when they did this, it was with Chad in front, Doug clinging to his back as the less-experienced rider, laughing in Chad's ear when he got over his initial bout of anxiety and could surrender to the exhilaration of the wind blowing through his hair.

Chad had never been behind Doug, much less as Lance, who sort of awkwardly held onto Doug's waist and hoped he wasn't making an ass of himself.

"I really wouldn't mind if you wanted one of the others," Doug babbled. "Not that I don't want you here, I mean, just- I'd understand if you wanted someone more confident."

"Why?" Chad said, making Doug startle. "Why do you want me here? Aside from the fact that the others want Uma?"

A pause, and then Doug's brilliant blush spilled below the edge of his mask. "We talk about everything," he said. "With each other, I mean. Communication's important, so while we haven't interacted, the others have already told me all about you."

Chad wasn't surprised, because clear communication had been important to their past relationship too, except maybe not very because none of them had deigned to talk to Chad about this.

"All good things," Doug rushed to assure.

"I've done few good things near them," Chad said. "So I'm not sure how that could be the case."

He'd broken down on Jay and Jane, he'd refused to talk to Evie. He'd tried to put a wall up between himself and Ben and had been weird and distant with Mal and Carlos. None of those things exactly sparkled with redeeming qualities, so Chad wasn't sure what Doug had gleaned from the encounters to label him as worthy.

Doug tensed. "Jay watched you and Gil for a bit before he talked to you that first day," Doug said. "He talked about how you encouraged him to win all those toys for the kids, how happy you were for his happiness. In fact…" He looked over his shoulder, a shy sort of thing. "Most of the things you seem to do are for other people's happiness. You put yourself in places you don't want to be for their sake."

"Have you thought it's because I want to stay on Uma's good side?" Chad challenged, looking off to the side to avoid Doug's gaze. "She did claim me, after all. It was very generous of her."

Even if Chad didn't feel that way, there was no reason he couldn't talk the pirates up to his partners. They were both good sets of people, they deserved each other. If Chad couldn't manage this much, then he would offer up the very best in recompense, and in this instance, it seemed like the very best was Uma and her pirates.

"No," Doug said without an ounce of hesitation. "No, you're not scared of Uma. You're not trying to appease her." Doug let out a low chuckle. "You argue with her far too much for someone who's trying to keep her happy."

Chad frowned, because Doug wasn't supposed to figure that out, though of course he did, it was Doug.

"I know this is scary," Doug said, since that was a running theme this time around. "I'm scared too, to be honest. The others- they have a history, but Jane and I…" he trailed off. "I can't help but be worried, despite how much our partners have reassured us."

"You're not going to be left behind," Chad said, offering reassurance before he could think twice of it. "They love you and Jane too much to consider such a thing."

Loved them with an open adoration so strong it left others in awe. Loved them with a pureness and devotion that could not be denied. If given the chance, Chad had no doubt that Uma and the others would love Jane and Doug the way he did, the way they should be loved, because they were sweet and thoughtful and dedicated, and those were features that appealed to Uma on a fundamental level.

Doug blinked at him, rightfully surprised by the offered comfort. "You think so?"

"I saw it," Chad hummed, avoiding his eyes. "And I've only known you guys for five minutes. I think you'll be fine."

"Fine with what?" a new voice asked before Doug could reply, and they both turned to see Jay guiding a horse up beside them, the Agraben looking totally at ease from his position on his saddle.

"I thought you were riding in the carriage," Chad said before he could think about it, wishing he could put some distance between them but knowing it was impossible from his spot atop Doug's horse.

"Thought about it," Jay admitted with a shrug. "But things seemed to get too crowded. Figured I'd get some fresh air instead."

Chad made a face, not liking his phrasing. "There's nothing wrong with Gil and Harry."

Jay startled, sliding out of his cool guy persona like an abrupt record scratch. "That's not what I meant," he said. "Though I'm sorry if I gave that impression."

Chad shrugged, turning his attention forward, where the parade finally seemed to start moving. He heard Jay sigh, was distantly aware of the sympathetic look Doug offered him, and then they were off.

Last time, Chad had spent the parade in the safety of the carriage, hidden from public view while he awkwardly flirted (apparently) with Mal, Ben, and Jay. It had been a privilege, one he'd wanted to experience since forever, but now he'd had his fill, and was glad that Gil and Harry could be allowed the wonder of new experiences.

This time as they made it through the parade, Chad was exposed, forced to awkwardly wave while the crowds cheered for them, forced to smile when he actually wanted to hide.

On second thought, maybe the carriage would have been safer, but then he'd have to talk to Ben again-

Yeah, this was fine. Sticking with Doug and awkward Jay was fine.

"Have you been enjoying the festival so far?" Doug asked, genuinely curious, even if he likely already knew Lance's backstory via the others.

"It's… been interesting," Chad decided. "It's fun seeing all the costumes."

And the happy kids. Nice to see the Isle refugees run around, having fun without care instead of worrying about getting attacked.

"And the food's not bad?" Jay offered, keeping his gaze fixed steadily ahead, offering the occasional wave to the crowd.

"It's good," Chad allowed. "I enjoyed my hand pie. And the food at the castle, of course."

"Of course," Doug echoed, his voice softer, trying to hide his guilt and mostly failing.

It made Chad want to roll his eyes, but honestly he didn't have the energy for it.

"You're pretty good at dancing," Jay said, focusing on his side of the crowd. "Figured all that out just from watching?"

Chad felt himself blush. "I know it was stupid-"

He'd ducked his head, turning back out towards his side of the crowd, and caught a face-full of fucking paint, the liquid startling him into silence as it was followed by a few other bursts of paint that left Chad doused and the horse startled.

"Traitor!" the group – the same fucking group that had attacked Chad last time – yelled, and belatedly he realized that Doug had gotten caught in the crossfire too, that between the paint and his own uncertainty, he was losing control of the horse. "We don't want your kind here!"

They used some kind of aerosol gun – something Chad hadn't seen last time because he'd been too busy keeping paint out of his eyes – to hit them again, which seemed to be about as much as Doug's horse could take.

Chad caught a glimpse of the City Guards rushing to apprehend the attackers and then they were off, Doug's horse spooked into a gallop while the dwarf kin tried desperately to hold on.

"Doug!" Jay's voice called out behind them, but the suspects still needed to be caught and no one was prepared for the horse to run rampant, to charge forward before blindly jumping off of a bridge that took them onto a narrow, abandoned path.

"Shit, shit," Doug gasped, his eyes blinded with paint because he hadn't been wearing his glasses. His hair had been loose for once and now it was ruined, he was panicked and scared and had been attacked because somehow Chad was always a magnet for this kind of bullshit.

It was enough to have Chad wrapping a firm arm around Doug's waist, enough to have him stealing the reigns from him as he took control of the horse, letting it ride out its panic until he guided it towards areas where they would be less exposed. It was difficult with the city in the midst of celebration, but Chad persevered, taking every back alley and side path he knew until eventually he had the horse trotting into a beaten forest path that led back to Auradon Castle.

By then, Doug seemed to calm down somewhat, at least enough to get the paint out of his eyes, his mask abandoned in one hand as he examined their surroundings.

"Are you okay?" Chad asked as he guided them back towards the castle.

"I should be asking you that," Doug said, sounding miserable. "That stuff they were shouting-"

"Bigots will always be bigots," Chad said, shrugging despite the fact that Doug couldn't see it. "I'm used to this."

"You shouldn't be," Doug hissed, his voice rife with frustration. "And then I lost control…"

"It's okay," Chad soothed, squeezing Doug's waist. "These things happen. It's not your fault when they do. It's no one's fault except for the assholes that attacked us."

"That's a healthy way of looking at things," Doug murmured, looking back at Chad. "You managed to calm the horse down."

"Luck," Chad said, figuring he needed no further explanation. "I watched how the others guided their horses."

Doug let out a tired laugh. "You're really smart, Lance."

"I'm lucky, that's all." Chad corrected, ducking his head. "Can you call the others, let them know we're okay?"

"Right," Doug said, successfully distracted from their current conversation. "Shit, they must be freaking out."

"Hopefully not too much," Chad said. "Public appearances to maintain, and all that."

"Inside, they're freaking out," Doug explained. "Which makes it worse, because they have to pretend everything's fine but they really just want to worry."

Chad knew without Doug having to explain it, had been in the position plenty of times before.

Thankfully, Doug started a call before he had to muster a reply, and he spent the next few minutes listening to Doug explain what had happened.

"They had to continue the parade," Doug explained. "They're all pretty mad about it, but they have to hold course to establish some kind of normalcy for the crowd, to not let our attackers win."

"I get it," Chad said, already familiar with the tactics. "You can take a limo back to the arena after you clean up and things have died down."

Doug startled because they were closer to the gates of the castle now, towards the horse trails that would lead up towards the stables. "We can take the limo back."

"I'll be honest, I think I'm about all partied out for the night," Chad sighed. "I get that not making an appearance will give them some measure of satisfaction but honestly, they're being arrested. That's really all I need." As the gate drew into view, Chad pressed the reigns back into Doug's hands, sliding off the horse as gracefully as he could. "Uma will look after me later, so don't worry."

"You could at least get cleaned up in the castle," Doug said, his gaze tinged with concern. "We could both stay behind, maybe watch some movies?"

"I'm good," Chad said, setting back down the path. "But thank you. I do appreciate it." He turned back before the dwarf-kin could object, giving Doug a small grin that he could hopefully see through the drying paint. "This wasn't your fault. Until the last part, it was a very nice ride. Thank you for that."

"Please." Doug scrambled down from the horse in awkward movements, clinging to the reigns when he got back onto solid ground. "Please, let me make this up to you. I promise, it's not all like this."

"I know," Chad said, trying to instill as much sincerity into his voice as he could, trying to offer Doug some measure of comfort. "And again, this wasn't your fault. You don't have anything to make up to me." He turned away again, eyeing the dense clusters of trees around them. "But thank you, Doug. I appreciate the sentiment."

With that, Chad pushed himself off of the path, treading deep into the woods where Doug couldn't follow with the horse, breaking into a run as soon as Chad was determined it was safe enough.

If that wasn't a clear sign to move on, Chad didn't know what was.

-:-:-

It took an hour to make it to the beach, Chad having to slow down to accommodate for various woodland obstacles. From there he broke into a run, and even pacing himself, it took a while to get to a safely isolated stretch of sand.

He paused when he thought it was safe, summoning Fairy Godmother's wand as he focused on his next set of tasks. He had disabled Uma's tracking charm when he'd changed into Gil's clothes in the bathroom just in case, had tucked his original clothes away in a small pouch enchanted to be much bigger on the inside than it was on the outside out of paranoid habit. Along with his clothes were a few small items of no great importance, one stolen from each of his old partners, from each of Uma's crew.

He felt detached as he drew out the new rune in the sand, this one substantially less complicated than the time travel rune. He'd studied hard on this rune set, knew the warnings, knew the potential violation, but also knew it was for the best.

When it was ready, he set each of the small items he'd claimed – a bracelet from Evie, Ben's handkerchief, one of Uma's rings – on the ten points he'd made for them, standing back to review his handiwork before he closed his eyes and focused.

"Obliviate," he whispered, funneling energy into the rune setup, into the wand. The rune would allow him to perform the spell at a distance, the wand was the thing that allowed him to cast it at all, allowed him to go through each of their minds and diminish their memories of Lance, remove all connection between him and Chadwick James.

When it was finished, he focused again, his attention entirely on Doug's pen, and cast a new spell, planting a false memory of Lance storming off, leaving the implication that this was too much for him, that he wanted to go back to being a nobody. The previous spell would make it less of a necessity for any of them to chase after him, and while there might be some minor guilt, ultimately they would find comfort in each other.

When it was finished, Chad was entirely drained, both emotionally and physically.

There, he didn't have to travel back in time again. He'd fixed it and he'd given his partners something they'd always wanted. He focused on that while he reclaimed the small personal effects, slipping them into his pouch as he got back on the move.

It had taken him three days to do what he should have accomplished in minutes, but the deed was done. Chad could move back into his old life, could fix Sardinia and hold off his grandfather while the others hopefully continued the search for Jafar, and all would be as it should.

And that was what mattered.

-:-:-

Endnotes:

Just when you think it can't get any more dramatic, the soap opera shenanigans beef up to the next level ;D

Thanks to everyone for the feedback! It's a pretty hectic time for me right now, so I'm a bit more belated on my replies than I would like, but please know that your support is still very much appreciated ^_^

Story notes:

Yep, I did steal a Harry Potter spell for this one. Hope it was as hilarious as it was the last time I did this ;)

Until next time