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You know the story. Oh yeah, Emily, Paul, Peter and James all belong to me.
That sounds bad, only my friends know why!
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After having to suffer Herbology with the Slytherins all morning, Ron couldn't wait to just get to the Great Hall and eat, eat, eat. He and Emily walked back to the common room, put their books away and were about to head down to the Great Hall when something caught Ron's eye. It was a notice on the notice board about Quidditch training.
"Oh no! I have Quidditch training right now. Just when I was dreaming about those lovely potatoes in my mouth, melting away," Ron said off dreaming about potatoes.
Emily gave Ron a confused look then asked, "Forget about lunch Ron, I wanna see what your like at a Quidditch player. I've never actually seen a Quidditch game."
Ron stood there stunned. She had never actually seen a game of Quidditch? Emily needed to see a game and he was going to give her the best game of Quidditch he knew how to play.
"Well, let me just get my stuff and we'll go down to the Quidditch pitch together," Ron said walking up to his dormitory.
"Don't take your time Ronald!" Emily yelled out to him.
Five minutes later, Ron came back down, his little backpack packed with his Quidditch robes and his Comet 260 swung over his shoulder.
"I told you to NOT take you time," Emily said annoyed.
Ron rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand and dragged her all the way down to the Quidditch pitch.
When they arrived, the rest of the team were there waiting for him.
"Ickle Ronniekins, you're supposed to be here on time for every practice," Fred said roughing up Ron's hair.
"Sorry, Emily rushed me," Ron said suddenly interested in the ground.
"Lucky she did rush you! You'd be more late other wise!" Angelina yelled at Ron.
"Gees, I'm sorry. Won't happen again," Ron said pleading.
"Let's hope not. Ok team, time to get changed," Angelina said and the team followed her into the change rooms.
While waiting for the team to finish getting changed, Emily headed into the stands to find a good seat. She choose a seat right in the middle, and right behind her was Hermione holding a 'Go Harry Go!' sign. Emily looked at her in disbelief and took her seat.
"What are you doing here? Thought you didn't want to be the same as me?" Hermione said smugly, thinking Emily changed her mind about her.
"Wanted to get a good view of Ron's techniques, not a good view of you," Emily said watching the whole pitch very closely.
Hermione stuck her tongue out at Emily and turned her attention back to the field.
After three long minutes, the Gryffindor Quidditch team came onto the field, looking very snazzy in their robes.
"GO HARRY! CATCH THAT SNITCH!" Hermione yelled as they circled the field.
"Get over it will you? He just came onto the pitch," Emily said not bothering to turn around.
"I will when I feel like it," Hermione said sounding very proud of her comment.
Emily just shook her head and turned her attention back to the pitch. Emily loved watching Quidditch. She couldn't believe that her old school never let them play Quidditch. It was so exciting.
Emily and Hermione sat in the stands cheering on all the players (Hermione mainly cheering on Harry), until their practice was over.
Ron came out of the change room and found Emily standing there, grinning from ear to ear.
"What's made your day?" Ron asked curiously.
"Quidditch! I can't believe are school never let us play it!" Emily said nearly wetting herself.
Ron laughed and said, "Come on. Let's go get those potatoes I've been craving."
Emily swung her arm round his shoulders.
"Yeah let's buddy ol' pal," Emily said happily.
"What's with you and calling me that?" Ron said.
"I'll tell yah over lunch," Emily said and they both headed to the Great Hall.
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Ginny sat at the Gryffindor all alone, eating extremely slowly. All morning, Paul had dodged her and she didn't even know what she had done wrong. Why can't he just talk to her?
"Hey there Ginny. Why you look so glum?"
Ginny looked up and saw Peter looking very worried.
"Paul. He didn't talk to me the whole morning. Do you know what I did to him?" Ginny asked hopefully.
"I'm outta of ideas, sorry. I could go find and ask him if you like? I needed to apologize for this morning anyway," Peter said.
"Oh, would you please? That would mean so much!" Ginny said her frown slightly turning into a smile.
Peter smiled back and said, "No worries. See yah round Gin," and he left the hall.
Peter walked out of the hall and looked both left and right.
'Where the hell am I supposed to look?' Peter thought scratching the back of his head.
Peter walked up the Grand Staircase and headed towards the library. He entered the library and started his search .To Peter's luck, there was Paul, sitting on one of the tables near the window.
"Hey there Paul. How's things?" Peter said, sitting opposite him.
"Things are bad. Do you mind?" Paul said not bothering to turn to face him.
"Listen, I'm sorry about this morning. I was just trying to be friendly mate," Peter said in sad voice.
Paul stared at him oddly. Was he trying to become his friend?
"What do you want from me?" Paul asked looking at him now.
"I wanted to know if you would like to be my friend. Come on, I'd like another and I know you need another," Peter said convincingly. Paul looked down at his lap. What if he was just pretending to be nice and would turn out as mean as Michael? Should he take the chance of that happening?
'Well, Emily always said life was full of risks,' Paul said to himself.
Paul looked back up and said in the calmest voice possible, "Sure, let's be friends."
Peter grinned widely. Paul didn't know what to say or do. So, he just grinned weakly.
"Come on little matey. Being in the library makes you look totally gay. We don't want that," Peter said checking around that no-one he knew was around.
Paul laughed. Maybe Peter was different compared to those other guys.
"Yeah, I'll agree to that," Paul said getting out of his seat.
Both Paul and Peter left the library as quick as possible and headed outside.
"Wanna go find Ginny?" Peter asked hopefully.
"Err, I can't see or talk to Ginny anymore," Paul said disappointed.
"Who says?" Peter asked with a laugh.
"Michael Corner or whatever," Paul said with a big sigh.
Peter grabbed Paul suddenly on the shoulder.
"Don't you listen to him! He's just jealous of you and Ginny together," Peter said.
Paul looked up to Peter looking utterly confused. Peter laughed.
"If he gives yah any trouble little matey, he's got me to deal with," Peter said showing off.
"Really? And what kind of stuff am I going to be dealing with?" came the voice of none other than Michael Corner himself.
Peter and Paul turned around and saw Michael and his friends, none of them looking to happy to see them.
"What did you go and say to Paul he couldn't talk to Ginny anymore?" Peter asked his fists shaking with anger.
"Ginny is for me not for you or that pathetic excuse for a person," Michael said looking down at Paul who was quaking with fear. "Hey Mike! I got a good joke for you!" James said tapping Michael on the shoulder.
"Yes?" Michael said with a huge sigh.
James quickly whispered something in his ear and then Michael let out a loud howling laugh could be heard down the corridor.
"Yeah that was good James. This is especially for you two losers. Get ready know," Michael said.
And with all his friend, Michael sang, "Fly away Peter, Fly away Paul. Fuck off Peter, Fuck off Paul!"
They then cracked up with laugher that could be heard from anywhere in that corridor. The look on Peter's face said that he couldn't take much more of this humiliation. Paul looked up at Peter's face and decided it was time to put a stop to this.
"Leave us and Ginny alone! Ginny isn't yours to keep!" Paul yelled his voice really high and squeaky.
That just made Michael and his friends laugh more. Paul started to turn a bit pink in the cheeks.
"Well guess what little guy, I ain't going to leave Ginny alone and no person like you is going to be able to stop me. Literally," Michael said with a laugh.
Paul's cheeks turned bright red and tried to hide his blushing he looked down at the floor.
And before Paul knew it, Michael swung his arm and it collided with Paul's jaw and a loud 'CRACK!' of Paul's jaw braking could be heard down the entire corridor.
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Emily and Ron had put all of Ron's Quidditch equipment away and were finally going to the Great Hall for lunch.
"Finally! I can finally eat those potatoes I've been craving all practice," Ron said drool sliding down out of the corner of his mouth.
Emily giggled quietly at Ron. He sounded so cute talking about potatoes like that. They sat down in the middle of the Gryffindor table and starting piling up their plates.
"Ron, can't this stop?"
Ron looked up and saw Harry looking all scruffy and extremely dirty. Ron let out a loud snort, spraying some food. "Ron, I'm serious. I don't want us fighting like this, and I don't want you mixing around with the wrong sort either," Harry said looking over in Emily's direction.
Emily gave Harry a long evil glare. What's with him and his bitchy girlfriend and calling her 'the wrong sort'?
Ron glared at Harry in the same way Emily had. How could he be so heartless? And how thick could he get, still thinking their best buddies.
"Sorry Harry, but I classify you as the wrong sort, not Emily. If you got to know her you'd know that! But no, the only girl you like is Hermione even though I don't see why!" Ron yelled at Harry.
Hermione started to get teary. Emily smirked widely at this.
'Take that bitch!' Emily said to herself, enjoying the sight of Hermione crying.
"Ron! You'll pay-!" Harry started until the Great Hall doors opened with a loud 'BANG!'
Everyone in the hall turned their heads into the direction to the doors and they saw Peter running, sweaty and looking terrified. He quickly ran up to Emily and nearly collapsed onto the table.
"E-E-Emily. something- something happened t-t-to Paul," Peter said between huge gasps of breath.
Emily smirk completely disappeared from her face and turned into a face full of panic and worry. She grabbed Peter by the shoulders and started shaking him.
"What happened to him?" Emily said unable to keep her voice calm.
"Michael and h-his friends. b-b-bashed him," Peter said who just collapsed into the chair next to Emily.
Emily jumped out of her feet and ran as fast as she could out of the hall, Ron quickly behind her. Harry and Hermione looked at each other and nodded and ran out after them, leaving Peter alone.
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Emily ran as quickly as she could, hoping to find Paul or at least that Michael dude that bashed him. She stopped in the middle of the corridor, thinking where to search. Ron then caught up to her and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Emily calm down. Paul's probably in the hospital wing," Ron said kindly. Emily quickly raised her head and was about to sprint off to the hospital wing when Ron stopped her.
"Ron, let me go! I need to make sure he's alright!" Emily said struggling to fight Ron's strong grip on her.
"Emily he's over there," Ron said simply.
"Where? Where's Paul?" Emily asked who stopped struggling start away.
"Not Paul but the guy that bashed him," Ron said pointing over to where Michael and his friends were sitting.
Emily forced Ron off her and stormed over to where he was, anger running all through her veins. She reached him and pulled him up by the scruff of his robes.
"Wow shit! If you wanted me that bad all you had to do was ask," Michael said coolly.
"I wouldn't want you ever! Especially not after what you did to my brother!" Emily said her hands shaking.
"Oh! So he's your little brother? Listen, nothing to worry about. He deserved what he got," Michael said.
"He bloody did not deserve what he got! Did you notice how small and scared he would have been? Or couldn't you tell seen you were paying more attention to where your fist was going?" Emily yelled at him, spitting a little on him.
"Listen lady, if he just did what I asked of him he wouldn't have gotten bashed. Besides, something so small isn't worth worrying over," Michael said shrugging.
Emily threw him down onto the ground and said one last thing to him, "Just stay away from my brother or you'll have me to deal with."
Emily whipped around and walked off to the hospital wing, almost in tears. Ron threw a 'don't go near him again' look to Michael and ran off after Emily.
"Em! Wait up!" Ron called running after her.
Emily stopped and tried to wipe away her tears, but Ron reached her before they were all gone.
"Don't cry. He'll be alright," Ron said.
"He won't be alright! Not until he gets out of this stage," Emily said sobbing.
"What-?" Ron asked.
Emily wiped away another tear then said, "Paul's to scared to fight. He's always been that way, ever since our mother. ever since she hit him."
Emily lowered her head. She hadn't told anyone about that, not even her best friend back in Australia. But there was something about Ron that made Emily feel like he'd understand it.
"She what? Why would-?" Ron asked again.
"Our step mother hit him when he came home from school to late. Our real parents died when Paul was only a little toddler, leaving us to leave with our dad's half sister," Emily said still looking at the ground.
Ron pulled Emily into a hug. He knew how she must feel and this seemed to be the only way to comfort her. Emily wrapped her arms around him and they both just stood there in each others arms.
"Come on, let's go and see Paul," Ron said smiling.
Emily smiled back and nodded.
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7th chapter guys! Hope you all liked it. Well till next time! Cyaz!
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After having to suffer Herbology with the Slytherins all morning, Ron couldn't wait to just get to the Great Hall and eat, eat, eat. He and Emily walked back to the common room, put their books away and were about to head down to the Great Hall when something caught Ron's eye. It was a notice on the notice board about Quidditch training.
"Oh no! I have Quidditch training right now. Just when I was dreaming about those lovely potatoes in my mouth, melting away," Ron said off dreaming about potatoes.
Emily gave Ron a confused look then asked, "Forget about lunch Ron, I wanna see what your like at a Quidditch player. I've never actually seen a Quidditch game."
Ron stood there stunned. She had never actually seen a game of Quidditch? Emily needed to see a game and he was going to give her the best game of Quidditch he knew how to play.
"Well, let me just get my stuff and we'll go down to the Quidditch pitch together," Ron said walking up to his dormitory.
"Don't take your time Ronald!" Emily yelled out to him.
Five minutes later, Ron came back down, his little backpack packed with his Quidditch robes and his Comet 260 swung over his shoulder.
"I told you to NOT take you time," Emily said annoyed.
Ron rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand and dragged her all the way down to the Quidditch pitch.
When they arrived, the rest of the team were there waiting for him.
"Ickle Ronniekins, you're supposed to be here on time for every practice," Fred said roughing up Ron's hair.
"Sorry, Emily rushed me," Ron said suddenly interested in the ground.
"Lucky she did rush you! You'd be more late other wise!" Angelina yelled at Ron.
"Gees, I'm sorry. Won't happen again," Ron said pleading.
"Let's hope not. Ok team, time to get changed," Angelina said and the team followed her into the change rooms.
While waiting for the team to finish getting changed, Emily headed into the stands to find a good seat. She choose a seat right in the middle, and right behind her was Hermione holding a 'Go Harry Go!' sign. Emily looked at her in disbelief and took her seat.
"What are you doing here? Thought you didn't want to be the same as me?" Hermione said smugly, thinking Emily changed her mind about her.
"Wanted to get a good view of Ron's techniques, not a good view of you," Emily said watching the whole pitch very closely.
Hermione stuck her tongue out at Emily and turned her attention back to the field.
After three long minutes, the Gryffindor Quidditch team came onto the field, looking very snazzy in their robes.
"GO HARRY! CATCH THAT SNITCH!" Hermione yelled as they circled the field.
"Get over it will you? He just came onto the pitch," Emily said not bothering to turn around.
"I will when I feel like it," Hermione said sounding very proud of her comment.
Emily just shook her head and turned her attention back to the pitch. Emily loved watching Quidditch. She couldn't believe that her old school never let them play Quidditch. It was so exciting.
Emily and Hermione sat in the stands cheering on all the players (Hermione mainly cheering on Harry), until their practice was over.
Ron came out of the change room and found Emily standing there, grinning from ear to ear.
"What's made your day?" Ron asked curiously.
"Quidditch! I can't believe are school never let us play it!" Emily said nearly wetting herself.
Ron laughed and said, "Come on. Let's go get those potatoes I've been craving."
Emily swung her arm round his shoulders.
"Yeah let's buddy ol' pal," Emily said happily.
"What's with you and calling me that?" Ron said.
"I'll tell yah over lunch," Emily said and they both headed to the Great Hall.
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Ginny sat at the Gryffindor all alone, eating extremely slowly. All morning, Paul had dodged her and she didn't even know what she had done wrong. Why can't he just talk to her?
"Hey there Ginny. Why you look so glum?"
Ginny looked up and saw Peter looking very worried.
"Paul. He didn't talk to me the whole morning. Do you know what I did to him?" Ginny asked hopefully.
"I'm outta of ideas, sorry. I could go find and ask him if you like? I needed to apologize for this morning anyway," Peter said.
"Oh, would you please? That would mean so much!" Ginny said her frown slightly turning into a smile.
Peter smiled back and said, "No worries. See yah round Gin," and he left the hall.
Peter walked out of the hall and looked both left and right.
'Where the hell am I supposed to look?' Peter thought scratching the back of his head.
Peter walked up the Grand Staircase and headed towards the library. He entered the library and started his search .To Peter's luck, there was Paul, sitting on one of the tables near the window.
"Hey there Paul. How's things?" Peter said, sitting opposite him.
"Things are bad. Do you mind?" Paul said not bothering to turn to face him.
"Listen, I'm sorry about this morning. I was just trying to be friendly mate," Peter said in sad voice.
Paul stared at him oddly. Was he trying to become his friend?
"What do you want from me?" Paul asked looking at him now.
"I wanted to know if you would like to be my friend. Come on, I'd like another and I know you need another," Peter said convincingly. Paul looked down at his lap. What if he was just pretending to be nice and would turn out as mean as Michael? Should he take the chance of that happening?
'Well, Emily always said life was full of risks,' Paul said to himself.
Paul looked back up and said in the calmest voice possible, "Sure, let's be friends."
Peter grinned widely. Paul didn't know what to say or do. So, he just grinned weakly.
"Come on little matey. Being in the library makes you look totally gay. We don't want that," Peter said checking around that no-one he knew was around.
Paul laughed. Maybe Peter was different compared to those other guys.
"Yeah, I'll agree to that," Paul said getting out of his seat.
Both Paul and Peter left the library as quick as possible and headed outside.
"Wanna go find Ginny?" Peter asked hopefully.
"Err, I can't see or talk to Ginny anymore," Paul said disappointed.
"Who says?" Peter asked with a laugh.
"Michael Corner or whatever," Paul said with a big sigh.
Peter grabbed Paul suddenly on the shoulder.
"Don't you listen to him! He's just jealous of you and Ginny together," Peter said.
Paul looked up to Peter looking utterly confused. Peter laughed.
"If he gives yah any trouble little matey, he's got me to deal with," Peter said showing off.
"Really? And what kind of stuff am I going to be dealing with?" came the voice of none other than Michael Corner himself.
Peter and Paul turned around and saw Michael and his friends, none of them looking to happy to see them.
"What did you go and say to Paul he couldn't talk to Ginny anymore?" Peter asked his fists shaking with anger.
"Ginny is for me not for you or that pathetic excuse for a person," Michael said looking down at Paul who was quaking with fear. "Hey Mike! I got a good joke for you!" James said tapping Michael on the shoulder.
"Yes?" Michael said with a huge sigh.
James quickly whispered something in his ear and then Michael let out a loud howling laugh could be heard down the corridor.
"Yeah that was good James. This is especially for you two losers. Get ready know," Michael said.
And with all his friend, Michael sang, "Fly away Peter, Fly away Paul. Fuck off Peter, Fuck off Paul!"
They then cracked up with laugher that could be heard from anywhere in that corridor. The look on Peter's face said that he couldn't take much more of this humiliation. Paul looked up at Peter's face and decided it was time to put a stop to this.
"Leave us and Ginny alone! Ginny isn't yours to keep!" Paul yelled his voice really high and squeaky.
That just made Michael and his friends laugh more. Paul started to turn a bit pink in the cheeks.
"Well guess what little guy, I ain't going to leave Ginny alone and no person like you is going to be able to stop me. Literally," Michael said with a laugh.
Paul's cheeks turned bright red and tried to hide his blushing he looked down at the floor.
And before Paul knew it, Michael swung his arm and it collided with Paul's jaw and a loud 'CRACK!' of Paul's jaw braking could be heard down the entire corridor.
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Emily and Ron had put all of Ron's Quidditch equipment away and were finally going to the Great Hall for lunch.
"Finally! I can finally eat those potatoes I've been craving all practice," Ron said drool sliding down out of the corner of his mouth.
Emily giggled quietly at Ron. He sounded so cute talking about potatoes like that. They sat down in the middle of the Gryffindor table and starting piling up their plates.
"Ron, can't this stop?"
Ron looked up and saw Harry looking all scruffy and extremely dirty. Ron let out a loud snort, spraying some food. "Ron, I'm serious. I don't want us fighting like this, and I don't want you mixing around with the wrong sort either," Harry said looking over in Emily's direction.
Emily gave Harry a long evil glare. What's with him and his bitchy girlfriend and calling her 'the wrong sort'?
Ron glared at Harry in the same way Emily had. How could he be so heartless? And how thick could he get, still thinking their best buddies.
"Sorry Harry, but I classify you as the wrong sort, not Emily. If you got to know her you'd know that! But no, the only girl you like is Hermione even though I don't see why!" Ron yelled at Harry.
Hermione started to get teary. Emily smirked widely at this.
'Take that bitch!' Emily said to herself, enjoying the sight of Hermione crying.
"Ron! You'll pay-!" Harry started until the Great Hall doors opened with a loud 'BANG!'
Everyone in the hall turned their heads into the direction to the doors and they saw Peter running, sweaty and looking terrified. He quickly ran up to Emily and nearly collapsed onto the table.
"E-E-Emily. something- something happened t-t-to Paul," Peter said between huge gasps of breath.
Emily smirk completely disappeared from her face and turned into a face full of panic and worry. She grabbed Peter by the shoulders and started shaking him.
"What happened to him?" Emily said unable to keep her voice calm.
"Michael and h-his friends. b-b-bashed him," Peter said who just collapsed into the chair next to Emily.
Emily jumped out of her feet and ran as fast as she could out of the hall, Ron quickly behind her. Harry and Hermione looked at each other and nodded and ran out after them, leaving Peter alone.
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Emily ran as quickly as she could, hoping to find Paul or at least that Michael dude that bashed him. She stopped in the middle of the corridor, thinking where to search. Ron then caught up to her and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Emily calm down. Paul's probably in the hospital wing," Ron said kindly. Emily quickly raised her head and was about to sprint off to the hospital wing when Ron stopped her.
"Ron, let me go! I need to make sure he's alright!" Emily said struggling to fight Ron's strong grip on her.
"Emily he's over there," Ron said simply.
"Where? Where's Paul?" Emily asked who stopped struggling start away.
"Not Paul but the guy that bashed him," Ron said pointing over to where Michael and his friends were sitting.
Emily forced Ron off her and stormed over to where he was, anger running all through her veins. She reached him and pulled him up by the scruff of his robes.
"Wow shit! If you wanted me that bad all you had to do was ask," Michael said coolly.
"I wouldn't want you ever! Especially not after what you did to my brother!" Emily said her hands shaking.
"Oh! So he's your little brother? Listen, nothing to worry about. He deserved what he got," Michael said.
"He bloody did not deserve what he got! Did you notice how small and scared he would have been? Or couldn't you tell seen you were paying more attention to where your fist was going?" Emily yelled at him, spitting a little on him.
"Listen lady, if he just did what I asked of him he wouldn't have gotten bashed. Besides, something so small isn't worth worrying over," Michael said shrugging.
Emily threw him down onto the ground and said one last thing to him, "Just stay away from my brother or you'll have me to deal with."
Emily whipped around and walked off to the hospital wing, almost in tears. Ron threw a 'don't go near him again' look to Michael and ran off after Emily.
"Em! Wait up!" Ron called running after her.
Emily stopped and tried to wipe away her tears, but Ron reached her before they were all gone.
"Don't cry. He'll be alright," Ron said.
"He won't be alright! Not until he gets out of this stage," Emily said sobbing.
"What-?" Ron asked.
Emily wiped away another tear then said, "Paul's to scared to fight. He's always been that way, ever since our mother. ever since she hit him."
Emily lowered her head. She hadn't told anyone about that, not even her best friend back in Australia. But there was something about Ron that made Emily feel like he'd understand it.
"She what? Why would-?" Ron asked again.
"Our step mother hit him when he came home from school to late. Our real parents died when Paul was only a little toddler, leaving us to leave with our dad's half sister," Emily said still looking at the ground.
Ron pulled Emily into a hug. He knew how she must feel and this seemed to be the only way to comfort her. Emily wrapped her arms around him and they both just stood there in each others arms.
"Come on, let's go and see Paul," Ron said smiling.
Emily smiled back and nodded.
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7th chapter guys! Hope you all liked it. Well till next time! Cyaz!