The first week of term flew past like a mad hippogriff. Homework was set, classes were taken, and Ginny and George's detentions were also due to come any time soon. By the weekend, everyone was glad to have a few days off, for the more experienced work they were given was taking its toll.
"I am never, ever going to try and Transfigure a mirror into a manequin again..." Ron said tiredly, Friday afternoon at the dinner table.
"It's easy, Ron..." Hermione purred, practically sending hearts out of her eyes at the boy.
Ginny looked away from the show that they were putting on. It was just all too much. George was quietly talking to Amelia, and Harry was sitting, looking at his food and poking it with his fork. Ginny nuddged him.
"Why so quiet, Potter?" She said in a friendly tone. He knew that she liked him for a while, but had no inkling that those feelings had gone down the plug a few days ago.
"I don't know, just thinking, I guess." He looked up to the ceiling and Ginny did so as well. Rain was falling down and the sky's clouds were a dull grey colour.
"Hmm," She said. "So, Ron and Hermione shown any sign of telling anyone yet?" She added in an undertone.
"Nope. Wish they would, though. It's annoying, them showing scenes like this," he looked to them, Hermione punched Ron playfully on the arm and he pretended to fall off his chair. "And not saying anything. At least we know the truth. They're just making a big lie of the whole thing."
"Yeah," Ginny agreed. They were now whispering to each other, their heads bowed. Amelia looked over. "Divination on Monday."
"Oh, don't say it." He said, smiling. "Divination's a nightmare."
"Then why don't you quit, like Hermione did?"
"Because... because I'd like to find out if I'll ever be okay at it." He looked at Ginny. "Y'know what I mean. I hear you're a real star at it."
Ginny blushed. A compliment from Harry Potter was like a million Galleons to her. But she didn't like him anymore, did she?
"Thanks. It's not really all that difficult, but there you go." She also smiled.
Their conversation ended, and they went back to eating their dinner. In fifteen minute's time, Professor Dumbledore stood up and clinked his glass to show he wanted to say something. Everyone stopped talking, and finally, it was quiet enough for him to talk.
"Believe it or not, this weekend, we will allow you to travel to Hogsmeade, if you wish. You may stay here, but I highly doubt anyone will be doing that." He smiled. "One of our number has left us. Honour her memory. She shall be un-named." And with that, he sat down.
Persephone caught Ginny's attention, and mouthed 'Zilde?' to her. Ginny nodded solemnly. Persephone put her hand over her mouth and slumped backwards. Hikari was chatting animatedly to a boy in Ravenclaw. Ginny decided not to tell her yet; she looked happy as she was.
On the way up to Gryffindor Tower, Amelia caught up with Ginny.
"How's my boy doing?" She asked, referring to Harry.
"Erm... fine." Ginny said, looking skeptically at Amelia. "Why'd you ask?"
"You looked pretty happy before."
"Oh!" Ginny exclaimed, a pinkish glow appearing on her cheeks. "We were talking about Hermione and Ron."
"Oh yeah. They looked happy too." Amelia grinned. "Sorry if I was accusing you of anything there."
"That's alright. I don't mind. Are you doing Divination?"
"Nope. Arithmancy. Professor Dumbledore made me choose the moment I came. He's very organised, Dumbledore is." Amelia looked up the stairs that she and Ginny had yet to climb. "Geez, there are a lot of stairs here, hey?"
"Yeah," Ginny agreed. "Too many, if you ask me."
The next day was a Saturday, and Amelia and Ginny caught up with Hikari and Persephone in the hall to leave for Hogsmeade. They had decided to walk through one of the forests that they were allowed to travel in. Hikari and Amelia were getting along very well, and they walked ahead of Ginny and Persephone. Hikari led the way, although, as Amelia didn't know where to go.
"So..." Persephone started. "How's Harry?"
"Fine," Ginny said simply. "Why is everyone asking me this?"
Several people had asked her that morning, even some of Harry's other acquaintances, who could have asked him how he was anyway.
"There was some kind of painting on the sixth floor, and someone's 'Harry P. for Ginny W.' down the bottom. Scary. People are starting to graffiti the school." Persephone said, laughing. "It's not really funny, but..."
"Crap." Ginny said, again, in a simple tone. "I don't like him in that way anymore."
"You don't?!" Persephone exclaimed, so loud that Hikari and Amelia looked around for a second, then turned back to their own conversation. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because... I suppose I forgot. Anyway, I never have any chances to talk to you because of that rift between Gryffindor and Slytherin."
"Heh, you know Slytherin rocks, Gin." Persephone said with a sly smile.
"Not really." Ginny said. "Gryffindor is better."
"No, Ravenclaw, people!" Hikari chirped from up the front.
"I think I'll have to go with Ginny," Amelia said shyly. "The Hat wanted to put me in Ravenclaw, though. It had to debate between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, actually."
They continued with mindless chatter until they reached Hogsmeade. The group of four immediately entered the Three Broomsticks to sit down and have a drink.
"A small Gillywater please,"
"Umm... I think I'll have a lemonade."
"A lemonade also."
"A butterbeer, thanks."
They had ordered, and Ginny went to get the drinks.
"So..." Amelia started.
What went on was a rather long conversation between each of them, all recalling some kind of memory of Hogwarts and commenting on the wacky teachers and the interaction of students and Argus Filch. In no time at all, it seemed, it was time to go. They lit their wands and made their way back to Hogwarts castle. Back through the forest they went, the sky darkening with every step they took.
"Hey Seph," Hikari whispered, but loud enough for everyone to hear. "Do they encourage Dark magicking in Slytherin?"
Persephone made a kind of sad face in the dark that no-one could see. She didn't like being in Slytherin.
"They don't encourage it, but they don't exactly ban it like the other houses."
The group didn't talk for the rest of the trip back. Ginny just thought.
She hadn't done a fainting act in the last week. But when she ever thought of Zilde, she went all funny and light headed. Ginny hadn't heard about Maya and her business with James and Remus, whoever they were, for quite a while. Ginny was confused and stunned by it all.
They all went their respective ways to their house common rooms.
"Hey Gin, you're right, Seph is really nice... for a Slytherin." Amelia grinned.
"Yeah..." A thought struck Ginny. "You, um, know how Dumbledore was talking about, um, someone who died?"
"Wasn't that sad? Dumbledore knows how to put things."
"Yeah. But that was one of my friends. Her name was... Zilde." Tears stung Ginny's eyes, and she wondered why she was saying this in the first place. "She was in Gryffindor too," Tears spilled down her cheeks. "Killed by You-Know-Who..."
"Ohh..." Amelia said softly.
"She went to Greece and Albania's near there and Hikari doesn't know." Ginny half-sobbed, and she put a hand over her face. "I don't know what to do,"
Amelia held Ginny straight, for she thought she looked a bit pale, and helped her up to Gryffindor in silence except for Ginny's muffled crying.
Ginny fell asleep crossing the dormitory to her bed in the corner. Amelia laid Ginny on her bed, pulled her shoes off, and put the blanket over her. Then Amelia went to bed herself.
"James!!"
"Yes, Maya?"
"I love you..."
"No you don't."
"James-- no! Don't do it... James..."
Ginny sat upright in her bed, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She looked around. It was night time, and everyone was sleeping. Although, Ginny could feel someone watching...
She turned around sharply. In the large window over her dressing table, someone's eyes were looking through the pane. Bright green eyes.
"Harry!" She exclaimed, but whispered, so no-one could hear. "What're you doing?"
He pointed to the latch on the window to show he wanted her to open the window. She did so, but with difficulty because she was weak from just waking up from a deep sleep. When she had opened it, and he looked inside.
"Nice place you got here," He said jokingly. Ginny was not amused.
"What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night-- Dumbledore'll have you for this, let alone Snape." Ginny frowned at him, but his devilish grin made her smile at him just the same.
"I dunno. I'm not really tired. I just felt like taking my broom out, it's been cooped up in my trunk for so long." Ginny looked down, and saw the magnificent Firebolt sitting in mid-air. "Poor thing. It needs excercise."
Ginny rubbed her eyes. They were sticky and puffy from crying. "I'm serious. What are you doing here?"
"I told you, I don't know," Harry said, shrugging. "I just had this sudden impulse to go on my broom."
"It keeps getting curiouser and curiouser." Ginny said fakely, like a character from Alice in Wonderland. Harry laughed. "Well, go away now. I'm tired, and Sarah and Amethyst must get their beauty sleep."
"Okay then. Nice talking to you." And he zoomed off around the other side of the tower.
"Bye-bye then..." She breathed, and closed the window.
*****
On Monday, it was Divination on the schedule. Ginny was thoroughly excited about it, doing a year higher and all, and could hardly contain her joy when she looked at her timetable to see that it was next, after recess.
"Oooooooooh! Divination!" She squealed, and hugged the timetable. Amelia looked at her oddly, but didn't say anything. "I can't wait!"
"Shut your trap," Said Amelia, pointing her fork at Ginny. "I don't need to hear this when I already suck at it."
Ginny expressed her sympathy in a sad, puppy dog face. "I can teach you how to..." She put on a dull, expressionless face like Professor Trelawney's. "Clear your inner soul and make a wealth out of your wellbeing."
Amelia laughed. "You're in a good mood today." She speculated.
"Divination!" Ginny said, knowing the true reason was because of the little visit Harry paid her. She was still confused- Harry or Draco? Harry had been paying more attention to her, and Draco hardly said anything at all because he was in Slytherin and it was literally impossible to talk to him.
"...inny... hey! Ginny!" Amelia called, waving a hand in front of Ginny's face. "You alive in there?"
"Oh, yeah, just thinking." Ginny said. "Recess is over?"
"Yeah. Come on, you can't miss your lovely Divination, and I can't miss my lovely Arithmancy."
So off they went. Ginny travelled on her own, up the familiar path to Professor Trelawney's Divination classroom. She went past many paintings who chatted to her before arriving at the ladder up to the classroom. She was the first person there. Ginny sat down in a corner, opened her bag, and took out her sixth year Divination book. It was filled with many complicated ways of reading minds, and seeing the futures of other people. In around five minutes, people started filing into the small space, and Harry and Ron walked over to Ginny.
"Hello hello," Ron said.
"Hi, again." Harry said, saying 'again' in an undertone. Ginny stifled a giggle.
In no time at all, the ladder descended from the trap door in the ceiling, and an airy voice said "Come in, dears..."
The classroom looked the same as it had last year. The same stench was coming from the fireplace, the same pinkish, hot glow. There were several tables with crystals on them, and there were squishy bean bags and chairs around them. Harry, Ron and Ginny got a table to themselves.
"I believe we have a Divine prodigy in our class this year, please welcome Ginny Weasley, everyone." She said, in a tiny, whispering, moody voice. There was mild clapping, and several people looked over to Ginny. She smiled weakly at them. "This year, I will suffer from bronchitis. We will be studying crystal gazing first; then reading minds in the second semester. I hope you all," Her gaze shifted upon Ron and Harry. "Enjoy what you will be learning this year. Please open your books to page..."
Ginny listened intently and did whatever Professor Trelawney told her to, and when the time came to look into her crystal, she was almost bursting with excitement. A babble of chatter had blossomed when Professor Trelawney said 'start', and Harry and Ron were leaning back in their chairs, while Ginny sat forward in her bean bag, looking into the crystal deeply. She saw nothing but blurred images pass through the white, shadowy surface, and was less excited when she found out it was just the crystals' luminescence, not her Inner Eye.
"Divination is crap," Ron sighed, leaning even further back in his chair. "Ahh, Hermione has it right. Arithmancy sounds okay..."
Ginny and Harry exchanged glances, again. Whenever Ron mentioned Hermione, it was something good, and each time, Ginny and Harry looked at each other and knew what the other was thinking. Ginny knew it wasn't good to dwell on this, she wanted to just bury it away like she had with Zilde's death, but it just kept coming up somehow. Plus the fact she wanted to actually see something in the crystal before her.
"W-Wait-- I see something!" Ginny exclaimed, causing a few people to look around. "Wait..." She squinted her eyes, and concentrated on that one small image she had seen. It became clearer... and clearer... then it was there, in front of her eyes. Inside of the medium-sized, pointed crystal, was a young woman. She had her head in her hands, and she was weeping, rocking backwards and forwards. "She's crying..." Then the young woman looked up. She had scratches all over her face, and she was bleeding freely. Ginny jumped, and the image vanished.
"What was it?" Harry asked, leaning over. "What happened?"
"A girl was crying, then she had these cuts all over her face, and then the image went." Ginny said. "Weird..."
"What colour hair did she have?" Ron asked.
"Umm... kinda blonde-ish. I didn't really concentrate on that."
"Bull," Ron said. "Divination doesn't tell us that much. As Hermione says, it's a load of guesswork."
This time, Harry and Ginny's eyes did not meet.
"Stop mentioning Hermione! What does she have to do with this, may I ask?" Ginny said, leering at Ron, being as equally rude as he was not to her.
"What? I was only quoting... geez..." Ron grumbled. He looked the other way, and his cheeks were going a bit pink.
"Um, yeah, for about half this lesson, Ron." Ginny said. Her sudden burst of confidence took her to a new level. "Hmm. Veeery fishy, Ron."
"Ginny..." Harry said, and he gave her a warning look. She shut up, but Ron went on.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He yelled, and most of the class looked around. Professor Trelawney walked over.
"Now, now, dears, what's going on here? Ohh, Ginny!" And a glint of excitement appeared in her eye. "What have you seen in the crystal so far?"
"Bull." Ron muttered, and leafed through his book, even though he had done so already.
"I saw a girl who was crying and she had a cut face and then she went away." Ginny said, looking up to Professor Trelawney. "What do you make of that?"
"I don't know... it may have personal meaning, although. I cannot tell so, even though my Inner Eye is excercised so... oh my, time has forwarded itself, students. You may pack up and leave for this lesson. No homework for today, although read chapters seven to eight for techniques on crystal gazing." A flicker of a smile passed across Professor Trelawney's face. "And Ginny? You will be recieving your detention will be at 10:30 p.m. in Professor McGonagall's office. Goodbye everyone..."
And everyone exited the classroom.
Ginny spent the rest of the day bored. Her mind would not stay put on the tasks her teachers set her, and she kept thinking of what she had seen in the crystal. It just sat in her brain like a rock, not doing anything, and not going away. When it was finally dinner time, Ginny jumped up in the air and yelled "Yesss!". The rest of the class looked at her weirdly, and Professor Flitwick's eyelids widened, and his mouth opened and closed. Ginny lowered herself back down in her seat, and muttered a small "Sorry."
"I should very well think so," Professor Flitwick squeaked. "I've heard of your current detention, but that was for a more rule-breaking reason," Whispers broke out around the class. "So I will not be awarding you another one."
He then said the set homework, and dismissed them to dinner.
Ginny almost ran to the Great Hall, wanting to see if George would know when their detentions were. As she was speed-walking, she ran into someone. The person stumbled backwards, and landed on their rear end.
"Holy..." a drawling voice said. Ginny flushed red at this one word. This, was Draco, sitting on his bottom in the middle of a corridor, his bag's contents strewn around the place. Ginny dropped to her knees and began to pick up his books for him, handing them to him as she picked them up. "Heeeey, you don't have to do that..." And he began picking them up too, although there were only a few left, looking up at Ginny every few seconds. She was still red as a tomato.
"Well, I knocked you over, didn't I?" Ginny smiled. She picked up the last of his books, plus a quill, and stood up. He did the same.
"Thanks," He said. "What're you doing down here?"
"Umm... dinner's on soon." She shuffled her feet, and looked to them. "I was heading over to the Great Hall, I suppose. I've got a detention due..."
"Oh yeah. Well. I'd better go now anyway, I was heading towards the dungeons. I forgot that dinner was on... but anyway, what could it hurt if I walked with you there anyway? Snape won't care, he practically loves me." He gave a shallow laugh, and Ginny smiled weakly.
"Okay then." Ginny's insides seemed jelly-like at the moment. They were half-way to the Great Hall, and Draco was making light chat.
"So-- what did the Sorting Hat say to you?" Draco asked suddenly. "I mean, before it chose Gryffindor, what did it say?"
"Umm... it said stuff like 'You're a hard one to choose,' and things. I really wanted to go in Gryffindor, so I suppose it granted my wish. I wanted to be with in my family's house, you know?" Ginny was chatting along like she would to Persephone or Hikari or any of her friends. She smiled. "And you? Sorry, I know all your family's been in Slytherin. You know Ron."
"That's not an unknown fact, don't worry about it. The Hat whispered 'There you go,' and put me in Slytherin. Don't know why... here we are." They had arrived at the doors of the Great Hall, only about two minutes late.
Draco pushed the door open, and quite a few people looked to the door. They went their seperate ways, Draco to the left and Ginny to the right. She walked calmly to her seat that Amelia was saving for her, very painfully aware of the eyes fixing on her like animals in the night.
Their dinners appeared, and Amelia begged to know what Draco and Ginny had been up to. Ginny told her about their conversation and everything else, even knocking him over. Then Ginny realised he was still carrying his bag at the dinner table. She giggled inwardly.
"What are you looking so pink about?" Amelia asked hotly, demanding whatever secret Ginny was hiding from her.
"Nothing much, but Draco's still got his bag at the dinner table." She then giggled quite a bit.
"Oh, get stuffed." Amelia said, cutting her steak. "If that's so funny, then I don't want to know what hilarious is."
Ginny kept her thoughts to herself from then on, and at the end of dinner, George walzted down to where Ginny was sitting.
"Hello, Gin, ol' chap!" He said, joyfully. "But on a lower note, our detentions are on tonight. Half past ten in McGonagall's office. Oh well." And he slumped off, looking considerably more dramatic than when he had danced over.
Ginny thought back to Professor Trelawney, saying exactly the same thing George had said. Well, nearly the same thing. Somehow Ginny wasn't surprised. How many corrects predictions had Professor Trelawney actually made? Ginny was tired, and went to bed, even though it was only around eight o'clock. She set her alarm on the clock for ten thirty, and lay on her bed and slept.
DING, DING, DING, DING, DING!
The piercing 'ding's awoke Ginny... and the rest of the dorm. They were all grumbling, even though there was only around three people including Ginny. Ginny apologized, and left the Tower to go to Professor McGonagall's office. She walked kind of fast, as they were expected at ten thirty sharp... and she had set her alarm for ten thirty exactly. She scolded herself inwardly for not adjusting the time to earlier.
When Ginny arrived at the door of Professor McGonagall's office, she knocked, and the stern-looking teacher opened the door. George was sitting in a chair looking kind of excited, and Ginny sat down in a chair next to him. He nudged her arm.
"Whoo... I can't wait," He whispered, rubbing his hands together evilly.
"I can hear that," McGonagall snapped, looking like an angry bird. "Don't get any ideas, Ginny. Don't take after your idiotic older brothers." She shot a look at George, and he looked to his lap in fake shame.
She went on, giving them a rather long lecture about going to school functions and not dissapearing to God-knows-where. Ginny wanted to tell her where they had went and what was there (no-one knew that the Chamber of Secrets was currently being used for a joke supply), but she didn't want to end up a tattle-tale. Ginny wanted a clean record, but George had other ideas.
"Have you ever heard of the Guinness Book of Records, George?" The stern-faced professor queried, whilst George shook his head as a 'no'. "It's a book that Muggles read, with all the records of the biggest and the best in it. You and your other half, you must have the record for rule-breaking. I'm serious... you have, in all your years at Hogwarts, committed over one thousand crimes inside the school grounds. No, I will not name them all. You will be recieving a larger sentence than Ginny today. Filch will escort you to Hagrid's hut. He's waiting at the door. Go on, then." He walked to the door, and went outside. "So, Ginny, you will be going to the hospital wing and helping Madam Pomfrey organise her files. That will be all. I trust you to walk to the wing by yourself." And with that, Ginny walked to the door herself. She went to the hospital wing, noting how dark, shadowy and scary it was without the torches alight in the corridors. The shadows almost jumped out at her, and it reminded her of in her first year when Tom Riddle had taken her into the Chamber of Secrets.
When Ginny had finally arrived at the hospital wing, she was greeted by Madam Pomfrey's hostile smirk. This meant dirty work.
"Bedpans." She said. It was amazing how this one word could inflict such terror. "They need cleaning. Very much so. But after you have finished my files please, because I have a patient to attend to."
Ginny wandered over to Madam Pomfrey's front desk, and opened the file drawer. She lifted all of the folders out, and started filing them in alphabetical order. She did this until she got to the last name, and stopped still. The name was Greenword, Maya. Maya... was it the girl who kept 'visiting' her in her mind? She opened the file. It read, in Madam Pomfrey's neat handwriting:
Name: Greenword, Maya.
Age: 16.
Year: Sixth.
Illness/Wound: Constant trembling, glandular fever, chicken pox, and fevers.
Cured: Half. Trembling still happens, though not often. Everything else cured.
"Hmm," Ginny pondered out aloud. She didn't say anything else because her 'hmm' echoed through the hospital and Madam Pomfrey stuck her head out of the curtains and hissed a 'shh'.
Ginny filed the last folder in the 'G' section, and went to the bedpans, which were in a trough not far away from the curtained bed. Madam Pomfrey left the room, having been finished with her patient, and went into her office. Ginny commenced cleaning, slowly but carefully, wanting to get the job done as soon as possible, but also wanting to do a good job.
She drained the remnants from the bedpans into the drain in the trough, and scrubbed faithfully, yet solemnly, and slowly. She heard her name being whispered once, but dismissed it, and went on with her scrubbing, until for the fourth time, she looked around. There, was Draco, his head between the curtains, whispering out Ginny's name. Ginny flushed at the sight of him; this was a very bad time. There were flecks of dirty water on her robes, and her hands were gloved, and had only God-knows-what on them.
She walked over to him, after taking her filthy gloves off, and walked towards him, hidden from Madam Pomfrey's sight.
"What are you doing here?" Ginny asked, bemused.
"I should say the same thing," he said, looking her up and down. "Some seventh year hexed me. Look--" He motioned towards his feet, which were sprouting flowers and grass. "Instant garden. Pity I don't want one..."
Ginny giggled, despite this obviously corny joke.
"Umm.. well.. I've got to go and clean more bedpans, I supppose. Only five or more to go." She said, cheerfully, and went back to the bedpans. Draco chatted mindlessly to her while she cleaned, and in no time at all, she had finished.
She bid goodbye to Draco, who waved over the side of the bed, past the curtain. Ginny waltzed to Madam Pomfrey's little side-room and told her she had finished, and was going. Madam Pomfrey was hesitant, but let her go. She walked back to Gryffindor Tower, not fully aware of the time, half-asleep. She plodded up the staircase and fell into bed, and had a dream-less sleep.
*****
Ginny's brown eyes slowly opened, and blinked rapidly. She sat up, and nearly had a heart attack. Amelia was waving her arms about at Amethyst, who was screeching at her about knocking over something-or-other... Ginny was too sleepy to pay attention. She lay back down and sighed. This had happened twice in the week. In Ginny's opinion, it was Amethyst's fault for being such a lazy housekeep.
"Can you both just shut up?" She called sleepily from her bed. They did so, Amethyst breathing angrily like a dragon and Amelia sat down on her bed, her hand on her forehead, shielding her eyes. She was not dressed yet, but was in her duck pajamas.
"My God, she pisses me off..." Amelia said. "Why doesn't she just keep her stuff off my bedside table?? The key word there is 'my', Amethyst!" She called across the room.
"She's been that bratty since the start, don't pay any attention to her, Mill." Ginny yawned, and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She then went to get dressed and everything.
The weather was nice that day. But little did the students know, that the real Maya Greenword was alive and well, and on Voldemort's side. She sat, in her forested cabin, with the dead bodies of all the people she had killed around her. She breathed deeply, and took in the smell of the dank, dead bodies around her. She sighed happily.
"Well, my friends," Her cold and scratchy voice said. "This is what happens when you fail to cross the road of Lord Voldemort." She began to tremble insufferably, and had to hold her leg to stop it from bouncing off the floor. "My Lord, my Lord..."
Obviously, something evil is going on.
-To be continued...-
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Author's Note:
Hahahahahahahaha... evilness. I like evil characters. And there has to be one somehow in this fic. I've always wanted to make up some kind of evil character who's in-line with Voldemort. Hehe. Watch out for more Ginny/Draco stuff soon. And Harry has to fit in there somehow, but we won't mind that one. Anyone who doesn't agree with my Ginny/Draco thang goin' on, then e-mail me and give me some reasons. If Ginny/Harry can be done, then so can Ginny/Draco. Ha. Well, that's nearly all I have to say. I have more. This was my least favourite of the current three to write. I had a bit of trouble, and rewrote a lot of parts. That's why it's smaller than usual too. And I've been really busy with school and homework and stuff, so just ... have fun reading. The next part is already in progress!