the Angelic Andria – hallo Andria!!!! Sorry, I hadn't gotten around to reading your fic yet! I promise, as soon as I clear my Physics and IT tests, I'll go right over and review for you! *beams* that would be next Monday, though, so do wait, kay? Lol, I already have the seventh year planned ^_- and then I'm going to write a L/J AU Fantasy, you know?

aimless-wanderer – funny, I made a girl propose to a palm tree for about half an hour before! Only it's not stony ground—it was grassy and wet and muddy ^_^ it's lovely, I tell you, to be able to torture them like that! Gives you the pleasure the past seniors had when they make you do funny things!

Lady Louisa – If I quitted, you won't be reading this at all! ^_^ but then again, I was ABOUT to quit…

~*Crystal Lily*~ - it's pretty lousy a writing, you know! And this IS the last chapter ^_^ unless, of course, you mean the last chapter of the seventh year, which I had barely even thought of yet! :P

CherryBlossomz008 – aaaah!!!!! You called me a baka?! *fumes and loses her temper* anata no baka! Baka, baka, baka, baka, baka!! HMPH!!! *blushes as she remembers that she's losing control again* ano… gomen ne, gomen! Yes, I do mean to give up writing, but as I was saying, I have a stupid habit with promises that I vow to hold on to. *scowls at Rachie* anyway, I'm insane [hey, I'm trying to find a psychologist you know??] and I doubt I have "fans" at all! *rolls eyes* yes, I would write the seventh year, but in a less immature manner ^_^

Hermione2 – I'm not stopping yet ^_^ I'll stop when I decide when I should kill myself, lol! You thought you're sounding like Pollyanna? My friend almost called me Pollyanna, but not because I said "I'm glad…"; she said I was TOO HAPPY FOR MY OWN GOOD! Evil, isn't she? Lol, I can't be better than you! I mean, I'm trying to be better than my classmates to begin with, and that's really saying how bad I am enough!

SAKURAnTOKYO – arigato ^_-

Star – I'm one of the 'best' authors you've found?? Oh my! That means that you need a whole lot more hunting before you ditch me in the dumpster, then! :P seriously, I'm nothing compared to a lot of other authors.

aurora riddle – you've never heard of orientation?? Lucky you!!! They're the worst thing ever, if you're the one collecting signatures—but they're the best thing to happen if you're the senior dishing out these tasks! *grins evilly* yes, I do admit it's confusing, but I like confusing everyone! It makes you wonder about me, huh? -_-;; a sequel? A sequel for what?

Milkyweed – You always have the knack of knowing whether or not you asked that senior already for his/her signature! Really. I mean, even I, with my short memory and all, managed to remember whom I'd asked or not! Guess you tend to avoid those seniors in days to come! ^_-

frances – yep, I'm from Asia! ^_^ hello!!!! *waves* *jumps up and down* can you see me??? *pauses to think* oh… er, I guess not o.O;;

Glacial Phoenix Mystiara – guess what? *smirks* I just typed up your name! Haha!!! NOW you can't call me a lazy pig! I want to see how Snape will react to the tap-dancing classes that he planned to take *grins* it sounds fun, doesn't it?

Disclaimer: I wish I own everything, but sadly, I own only half of what's "everything". *smiles sweetly at everyone else as she holds up a MOCK contract that states that Harry Potter & Co. belongs to her* Gee, I can dream, can't I?

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The Marauding Five : Year Six

Chapter 11: The Path For More House Points

  'Count the roof tiles on North Tower,' Charite Jones said.

  '57,650,' Lily replied promptly.

  'Er, Gryffindor Tower,' Charite said, frowning a little.

  'It's 66,251,' Adele chirped.

  'No, no! I mean, toilet tiles! Yes, toilet tiles! In Myrtle's place!'

  'Down to the very chipped piece, it's 5,555,' James grinned.

  'How in Merlin's name do you all KNOW???? Okay, okay, how about the window panes in the portrait room?' Charite asked. She's getting frustrated. All the younger forms counted EVERYTHING, huh?

  'Seventeen,' Remus answered, bored.

  'Oh, sheesh! I give up! I got the Witches Ritual and everything down to the last detail already, and I don't want to hear about it anymore!' Charite shrieked. The Marauders stared at her hopefully. It was always a dream come true if someone gives out signature willingly without any task. 'Just- just give my brother Jeremy your signature!' she cried in exasperation.

  'Deal!' the five teenagers chorused in unison as they ticked her name off their list before leaving Charite to moan over insignificant details.

  'I'm asking Millie-Dint,' Lily said, catching sight of the HeadGirl. 'Hey Millieeeeee! Millie-Dint!!!! MIIIIIIIILLLIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!! Here!'

  Millie-Dint turned to Lily in surprise. 'Oh, I know what you want alright,' she said, her lips curling into a smirk. 'Only prefects are allowed to ask the HeadStudents. Well, well, well… Lily Evans… how about a detention for you, yes?'

  'The forest??' Lily squealed, quite tempted by the idea. Millie-Dint gulped.

  'Erm, no. How about, er,' Millie-Dint said, a candle lighting in her head, 'get James in this, too?'

  'What? Me? Why?' James whined.

  'I'll sign for you if you do,' Millie-Dint said, grinning as her plan lay out before her mind's eye. It was perfect.

  James considered it. 'Okay.'

  'James, you'll propose to Lily; in front of the school,' the seventh year said solemnly, stressing the last bit and the italics.

  There was a pregnant pause.

  'WHAT?!' the two prefects exclaimed in disgust. 'PROPOSE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!'

  'Do it, or a detention AND 15 points. Each.' They glared at her sulkily, instantly regretting asking her stupid autograph. They had really wanted Gryffindor to NOT get the last place for the house cup championship this year, and they're quite close – no. Gryffindor's actually AT the last place already, for crying out loud!

  Now…! All for one stupid, stupid signature that'll be meaningless in no time!

  'Okay, okay, fine…'

  'Because Gryffindor's losing already…

  'We're not respecting you…'

  'So bear THAT in your mind…'

  'And,' Millie-Dint went on happily, ignoring their sarcastic comments, 'you both should be right at the High Platforms, so that the whole school will actually get to see you!'

  Grumble, grumble.

  'Fine. You're just lucky that we're not allowed to murder you,' they said finally in unison, something really amazing for such a long sentence.

  'And, for your trouble, I'll get Michael and my friends to sign for you two, too!' the HeadGirl added, smiling sweetly.

  James and Lily's face brightened as if the sun were rising.

  'Really? Really? YAY!!!!!!' Naïve people, Adele sighed, are so easy to be pleased.

  'No way! How can we lose to them?? They're have nearly all the seventh years' signatures, then!' Sirius protested.

  'Unfair, really, but they're prefects,' Remus sighed. 'Only prefects get to ask the HeadStudents and prefects from other houses.'

  'Oh great. But we'll get a nice show, all the same,' Adele said happily, secretly smiling over something.

**

  On the last day of the orientation morning, nearly all of the seventh year Gryffindors were laughing and giggling to themselves secretly. The two mischievous Marauders- the two prefects- Gryffindor's prized prankster (okay, not PRIZED) – are going to perform a proposal scene.

  James swore that they'd never be able to be spies AT ALL because they could barely keep anything a secret.

  Well, until Lily pointed out that their task is anything but a secret.

  It was directly after Owl Post (in which poor – not – Severus Snape received a singing Howler for the fifteenth time that week).

  'Up, up!' Millie-Dint said, pulling her two sixth year prefects.

  'Is it really a must?' James sighed.

  'Can't we do it in a secluded area?' Lily begged. Adele choked on her pumpkin juice. Lily and James? Begging?

  'Sure. In case you forgot, it's the last day,' Millie-Dint said, waving her hand casually. 'And I can easily ask everyone to not give you any signatures…' her voice trailed off to all sorts of possibilities she could threaten them with.

  She never really expected it to work.

  'Fine. But it's just to save Gryffindor from getting more humiliation,' James said darkly.

  'Go Gryffindor!' Sirius cheered. 'And good luck… morons!'

  'I detest that!' Lily and James shot.

  'Okay, okay, LEADERS.'

  'SHE's not a leader,' James said sourly.

  'Are you two going to go up?' Millie-Dint said, impatiently tapping her left foot.

  They (the two prefects) literally dragged their feet and hunched their backs as they trudged towards the High Platform. At first, no one noticed them. But someone had intelligently yelled out "Hey, isn't that two of the Marauders?", and bam! Attention was theirs by name!

  The silence was of curiosity.

  'Sorry, we're borrowing this place for some time, Prof!' Millie-Dint called to the professors. They nodded their permission, quite eager to see what's in for it this time. This orientation week had been a great tension-relief for them.

  'For our beloved HeadGirl and her fellow friends who promised their autographs, marking up to AT LEAST – hopefully – a grand total of thirty five,' James said in a polished tone, dripping his italics with a bucket of sarcasm.

  Nearly the whole hall began chattering at the number.

  'WHAT???? THAT'S NOT FAIR!!!! NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!!' Sirius yelled, just before Remus and Adele clamped his mouth with the flower vase on the breakfast table.

  'Go on,' Professor Dumbledore said encouragingly. The two teen slumped their normally confident shoulders and adopted the look that read "we're forced and there's nothing we can do about it. Sniffles."

  James shut his eyes (as if giving up his long-held dignity, but it's quite true) and faced Lily. He took a deep breath, nearly choking his lungs with the oxygen, a breath so long. He opened his mouth and…

  The door burst open violently. All heads swung in its direction.

  'Waaaaaiiiiiit!!!!'

  'Phew! Have we made it yet?'

  'Oh no! It ended already!'

  'Calm down, Rose… I don't think anything happened. Yet. Right…?'

  'It had better not, or I'll personally arrange them both to do it ALL OVER!'

  Big eyes stared at the five ladies that had just entered the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

  'Yes?' Dumbledore asked. Lily and James turned away in embarrassment. Mothers just have to do THAT, don't they? Least of all theirs?

  'Hello Albus!' Rose Evans (lady of terror, Lily added mentally) greeted. 'And sweetie, Lily! How are you darling?' Lily gagged.

  'See here, my daughter,' Celine started.

  'And our sons,' Anne and Melissa added, 'owled us yesterday.'

  'They told me that my darling James is going to propose to my to-be-daughter-in-law!' Yvonne gushed happily. All the sixth years burst out laughing, congratulating themselves on owling Lily and James's mothers. Also, there's another good reason. Darling James? Sweetie Lily?

  With the fresh reminder of those thoughts, Gryffindor table erupted in laughter.

  'Oh well, I guess that's what they're doing, then,' Dumbledore said analytically, turning to his two prefects. Much to his surprise and amusement, they were blushing. From embarrassment, no doubt. Poor kids.

  'Not kid,' Lily hissed, reading his mind.

  'Anyway, it's just a stupid sort-of-dare-but-not-dare-but-is-instead-called-orientation,' James said, not missing a single beat.

  'Also, it's NOT real. So you can very well dream it all up!' Lily said firmly.

  'I don't care! I'm going to capture this all on the camera!' Rose smiled, holding up her new camera. 'Ignore us, darlings!'

  'Mental,' Lily muttered.

  'You can say that again,' James added in the same bored out tone.

  'Alright Potter, Evans, start it already!' Millie-Dint called. They growled at her.

  'Okay, fine, fine,' James said, turning to Lily.

  'DOWN ON ONE KNEE!!!!' a Slytherin called.

  James gawked. Millie-Dint gave him the Eye, as if to say "do it." The boy sighed and went down on one knee.

  'What else to this dumb proposing thing?' James said heartlessly to Lily.

  'Er… I don't know.'

  'Hold hands, hold hands!' Adele cheered.

  'And James dear, don't forget the ring!' Yvonne cried.

  They rolled their eyes. 'IT IS JUST A GAME!' the two protested sharply.

  'Get the ring, Potter! Ring! Ring! Ring!' a seventh year called. Very soon, a chant had started, and James had the urge to strangle his mum.

  'Oh FINE!' he yelled. He pulled out his wand and magicked a ring.

  'Get a GOLD RING, POTTER!'

  'With plaited silver!'

  'And diamonds and rubies!'

  'Not to mention emeralds!'

  'Hey, that Evans girl has green eyes, right?' Lily scowled at this.

  'Yeah! Nice big ones! Get nice big emeralds, Potter!'

  'WOULD YOU ALL JUST HOLD YOUR FLAPPING TONGUES????????' James yelled hot-temperedly at them. He was losing his patience.

  'Okay, now let's have it done with!' Lily said, thankful that James had yelled before she started casting weird incantation all over the hall. She'd been coming up with unknown spells lately.

  'Right. Lily Evans, my pretty –cough- flower of the heart,' James started in his best poetic voice. The whole hall fell into a deafening silence immediately. It was almost eerie. Even the Slytherins watched in sparkling delight. Yvonne intelligently snapped a treasured photo. 'You are—'

  'Yes,' Lily said suddenly. It shattered the silence. The crowds of wizards and witches were howling and yelling at her.

  'Hey, that's cheating! No short-cut, Lily!' Millie-Dint called. 'Do it again!' James scowled.

  'My sweet, sweet flower, you rule the Earth with your touch…'

  Lily rolled her eyes. 'Really? Then how come no one's under me yet? Where're my subjects, huh?'

  'Whatever. And you smell… er, just like a rose in its bloom,' James said, begging her mentally to NOT interrupt, or he would have to start all over again.

  Obviously, his powers have failed him for the lack of practise.

  'The name is Lily, not Rose,' Lily cut bluntly.

  He tried again. 'You are like the swan, graceful, pretty, and—'

  'Did you know that to refer me to a swan is very INSULTING?' Lily said, throwing him a dirty look. 'You're referring ME to an ANIMAL! How could you?'

  'Lily! I was referring you to the GOOD qualities!' James whispered. Lily was about to come back with more wit when he added, 'and SHUT UP. Let me finish, will you??'

  'Oh, sorry,' the redhead mumbled humbly. 'Not used to compliments like that. Again, I should think.'

  Everyone is now watching everything in amusement and high spirits. Lily's interruptions just make things even better for them, and James was getting desperately annoyed. Still, he was sure that Lily would not interrupt anymore. Hopefully.

  'Er, so…'

  'How about a poem, James?' Remus suggested from the sea of students. James scowled. Great, just like Remus to think of that.

  His mother stared up at him expectantly. He groaned. So did Lily.

  Great… just great… now what had their old Literature teacher back in grade four say about writing poems again?

  'Uh…'

  'I'm just as stumped,' Lily murmured when James turned to her for help. Neither had counted on any of these. All they remembered thinking off was just a quick wipe at this proposing thing. NOW a poetry got in their way!

'I was lost in darkness so deep,
My life, Heaven had forbid.
Just crawling around like a little lost child
Until an angel would forgive me.'

  James blinked. That was weird.

'Defending from the biting cold,
Searching for an angel who would gladly do so;
Then I saw! The light that shines!
Brighter than the midnight skies.'

  No, this is not weird. This is EERIE! The voice – HIS voice – spoke again.

'Reaching towards the light,
Angel had touched on me;
She gave me such sweet a kiss,
So warm and yet so deep.'

  James was literally freaked out, for perhaps the first time of his life. WHAT ON EARTH IS HE SAYING?! Better, what's HAPPENING???

'The angel had twinkling jade eyes;
Her voice is oh-so-sweet;
The lovely red curls her crowning glory;
And lips so lusciously pink.'

  James is ready to kill himself. If that's HIM talking ABOUT Lily, Lily's bound to pound him into mash meat in no time, and sent to the butcher's. Maybe she's going to KILL him even!!!!

'That angel, THE angel, Lily dear,
T'was you, who helped me through.
Who had so calmly forgave my deeds,
As an angel really would.
I have but just one request,
That is, if you would comply;
Would you take this ring of mine,
And tell me- tell me that you'll be mine?'

  If it were possible, James would be pounding himself on his head, but somehow, something was stopping him. CONTROLLING him, in a way. He had no idea where he got that crap poem anyway, and he had no intention on knowing at the moment, since freaking out at Lily's reaction seem a much appropriate action.

  'Oh… My… God…' Rose muttered finally.

  It was then that realisation dawned on everyone: the Hall was deadly silence.

  'Erm,' James said slowly. He had gained his speech again. 'Er.' He recalled the last line… And tell me- tell me that you'll be mine? … he slapped himself on his head mentally. He was still with the proposal thing.

  'Oh, er, if you want, we go honeymoon in France, yes?' James said meekly, a little numb from the forced talk. Just for note, James had not the slightest idea of what a honeymoon is, but guessed it was something that was wrapped and packed with a wedding.

  A few girls sighed. Lily was NOT responding. He kicked her. She jerked back from space. Her eyes blinked furiously, as if she, too, were being controlled. James dismissed it as stupid.

  'Would you marry me?' he asked slowly. Quiet, and serious. For a split second, the three Marauders at Gryffindor table thought that he meant it. James glared at them, as if reading their thoughts (which he did—his powers aren't that lousy, apparently) and they murmured apologies with a nervous face.

  'Uhm… yes,' Lily mumbled very quietly. It was almost inaudible to herself. Surprisingly, for some odd reason, her cheeks showed a faint tint of sweet pink.

  'Will you, Lily?' James asked again, then realized that he was actually pleading, begging her to say yes. He wasn't even sure if this if for the orientation. It seemed too… real. Too amazingly real. So real, that it was almost haunting his conscience.

  He handed Lily the ring.

  'Please?' he said, turning on what Sirius would call a puppy-dog face. Lily grinned wickedly.

  'Hm, I'll consider,' Lily said. She stared at the ring, then at James's face, swallowing the laughter in her throat that's choking to be let out. She's going to murder her friend for putting on such a funny face.

  One thousand (or so) hearts beat at a fast pace as James offered Lily the ring.

  'Take it back,' Lily said. 'Take the ring back,' she repeated in James's confusingly hurt face.

  He took the ring back. Then Lily held out both her hands.

  'Huh?' James said, looking at her questioningly.

  'I don't know which hand you place the ring. Or which finger,' Lily admitted with a smile. 'Anyway, I'd rather you slide it into my finger than I do it myself. What do you think?'

  'Well!' James said, staring at the ring. 'Well, what do you know! Neither do I!'

  Then they both began laughing at the stupidity of the conversation.

  'Why's it so quiet anyway?' Lily asked loudly. And it was like a funny wave that went around the audience. First, there was a breezy sigh that almost resembled the sighing wind of Spring. Then, a few choking laughter were heard. In a moment, half the girls were sobbing, much to Lily's confusion.

  'What? Who just died?' she asked urgently.

  'Aww…' Adele sniffed, 'it's so, so'—pmrrrb (sound of Adele blowing into her handkerchief)—'sweet! And they looked so cute..!'

  Lily stared at her as if she were showing off her animagi morphing skills—with a bored look.

  'I'm soooo glad the camera came in handy!' Yvonne beamed. 'I got the photos, I got the photos!' she sang.

  Lily and James rolled their eyes. 'This is just a stupid orientation task! It's not real, understand?' they cried in indignation at everyone. They were ignored.

  'What on earth is happening?' James demanded.

  'I don't know. Sheesh… ultimate dumbness,' Lily remarked coldly. 'So emotional over a lousy proposal.'

  'Are you telling me that I'm lousy?' James pouted, pretending to look hurt.

  'Yes!' Lily grinned. 'HEY!!!! MILLLIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!'

  'Your AUTOGRAPH, your highness,' James said sarcastically, handing her two worn out parchments with signatures in quill and ink on it.

  The HeadGirl sniffed a little before pulling out her quill and inkbottle and signed her name on the parchments. She gave them two a tight hug, wailing, 'I'm going to miss your antics so much when I leave!!!'

  Confused, they left her blowing into her boyfriend – err, fiancé's – shoulder.

  Nearly all – oops, pardon. ALL of Gryffindor seventh years and all the prefects from other houses rushed over to sign their parchments, totalling the two Marauders to…

  'ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE?!?!?!' James gasped.

  'This is… amazing!!!!' Lily shrieked, hugging James.

  'Ten points to both Lily and James of Gryffindor!' the HeadBoy called, 'for a wonderful performance on their orientation!' Cheers echoed, some unwillingly.

  'You got 105 signs??? That's UNFAIR!!!!!' Sirius howled. He thumped on James's back. 'Good job,' he whispered, grinning.

  'We got ten points!!!!' Adele shrieked, strangling Lily in her enthusiasm.

  'Five points from the Ravenclaw prefects!' a Ravenclaw prefect called.

  'Five from Hufflepuff, too!' Thomas DeAnne of Hufflepuff (he's a prefect) cried.

  The Slytherin prefects had a little meeting. 'One,' one of them said finally.

  'Yay!!! We got twenty one!' Remus whooped.

  'James could've done better,' Lily smirked.

  'And YOU could've not tried the stupid rejection tricked first,' James countered, smirking as well.

  'So, is Lily going to poison James?' Sirius wondered. Adele and Remus hissed a 'sssh' at him.

  'We'll see if she dares,' Rose said, looming menacingly behind them. Lily gulped. 'By the way, the ring's supposed to be on the third finger.'

  'Ohh,' the two said intelligently. James slid it into Lily's second finger.

  'Your thumb isn't a finger, James!' Remus chided. James gave a what-do-I-care look and slid it into Lily's third finger.

  'Happy?' he declared.

  'Very.'

  'What're you doing here anyway?' Lily said to her mum.

  'Defense against the Dark Arts,' Yvonne said casually. 'Professor Dumbledore said that Professor Goshanit-elp was sent to St.Mungo's mental asylum. Thought we'd come here and review with him the new list of candidates.'

  'Ah! So you come by Mr.Lupin's favour!' Professor Dumbledore said brightly. 'Let us speak of it in my office, then.' He turned to the Marauders. 'James, Lily.'

  'Yes?' they said innocently, silently praying the he hadn't seen Mrs.Norris in the Easter Rabbit costume they dressed her in yesterday when they were wandering around at night.

  'Lovely. But for Mr.Filch's cat, three points will the taken from Gryffindor.'

  'Aah…'

  'Um, yes… okay…'

  'Bye kids!' Melissa waved with a beaming smile. 'See you all during the summer holidays!'

  'Hope not… our mansion in Godric's Hollow is ready already,' Sirius muttered.

  'That's for EMERGENCY, Sirius,' Adele reminded.

  'Can't you get it through your thick head?' James asked.

  Sirius sighed. 'I wish it wasn't!'

  'In two years,' Remus said casually. 'Or a year, if you would please. Lily and James will REALLY wed by then, and they'll live there!'

  'BY THE WAY, IT IS NOT KIDS!' Lily yelled after Melissa. 'IT'S THE MARAUDERS!'

**

  Lily and James were wondering if those 105 signatures and eighteen points for Gryffindor (which thankfully got Gryffindor into third place, since Hufflepuff had lost a LOT of house points over some careless incident) are really worth it at all. They were being pestered by all from year one to year seven, A-Z, 1 to infinity, even some professors like the sweet Slytherin house professor Halley, Hufflepuff head, Professor Sprout, Professor Sinistra… even TRELAWNEY got a word in it!!!

  'Popular,' Adele snickered in sympathy.

  'Dreadful,' Sirius cackled.

  'Disastrous,' Remus agreed, as they stare at their two friends.

  'For the 595th time, it was ONLY an orientation task!' James yelled hotly.

  'Poetry…' Michael said.

  'Nice lines…' Pickles added with a sly wink.

  'Are you SURE?' Terrykinns Splatters said, raising his eyebrows. 'We all know that she's your girlfriend. Or so she seem.'

  'I didn't REALLY propose, okay? 596!'

  'We're taking it the hard way, you know that?' Lily sighed. She began chanting under her breath. Everyone in the room but the Marauders were looking like drowned cats.

  'Amusing!' Adele giggled.

**

  Everything calmed down just before summer holidays. The only problem the Marauders had to face – or rather, Lily and James have to face – is their parents. Supposed they get sent to measure for wedding clothes…?????

  'I'll personally make sure that doesn't happens,' Lily gritted.

  'Meanwhile, let's finish the homework,' Remus sighed, pointing at a page of his notebook, scraped full with his tiny writing.

  And on Lily's third finger, the little flower wreathed ring still stay, until she got home.

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AN: dear friends… I FINISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sobs emotionally* I actually, actually finished! The hard part about this whole thing is… the poem James had to recite. *smirks* hah! And I bet that everyone actually skips it, huh? It took me nearly ages to think that up! … okay, not ages, it was just minutes, but I couldn't use the crappy one I wrote on my paper, so…

  Would any of you believe that I had to do THIS sort of orientation before? Lol, let's just say my friend nearly freaked out, like James.

  Uhm, as for the next sequel [alright, not really sequel. I came to facts that it's more of a section of the story], it'll be a little more on my side of suffering these days. Sorta. Still, I'll have it out fast! ^_^ not as long as a MONTH [I just learnt that time is precious, people! Isn't it amazing?]. I'll tell you the truth. It would take me at least a week or so to type it all up, believe me, with the changes of plan I have so suddenly for the fic! Anyway, I'll get it out as soon as I can ^_- exams, see. After that would be HOLIDAYS!!! And by then, I'll probably be posting every three to four days once! Mwahaha!

  Sorry, just thought that I could ramble ^_^;; but at least I posted in time!

*bows off Marauder-style* *trips over a stray banana skin* heeeeellllllp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!—by, bunny chan