Child of Night
Author's Note: Scrat-chan here! It be my turn to write! *cackles and rubs hands together gleefully* Sorry if Arianna is a bit out-of-character; I'm not used to writing with characters whose personalities I didn't create myself. *cough*
Disclaimer: *sigh* Again, we own nothing that you recognize from the Harry Potter series. God help us all if the two of us ever get our hands on ownership of anything important.
Child of Night
And the Sword of Souls
By Ara Moon and Jesse's Peanut Butter Princess
-Chapter Two-
Just a Little More
Arianna crept out of her room later that morning and to the bedroom that Remus occupied. She slowly opened the door a crack. Noting that he was fast asleep, she sighed, pushed the door open, and sauntered to his bedside, where she immediately proceeded in poking him in the forehead multiple times.
"Fasha… Fasha, wake up!" She gave him one last jab.
Remus muttered something incoherent in return and rolled over. Arianna scowled.
"FASHA," Arianna demanded, tossing the covers off of him.
"Whaddya wan'?" Remus mumbled inanely.
"It's time to go," she told him. "The Portkey is set for ten-thirty, and it's a quarter after right now."
There was a pause as Remus comprehended this.
"…What?!"
He leapt out of bed and began hopping around, trying to find socks that matched while combing his hair at the same time. Arianna stood back against the wall and watched, amused.
"Come on, come on, we're going to be late!" Remus cried. Arianna chuckled, not moving, as Remus hopped on one foot out of his bedroom to the living room, where their suitcases sat next to the Portkey, which was a large, tattered yellow umbrella, which was useless because of the many holes it had acquired over the years.
Arianna lazily followed her father to the living room and picked up her suitcase. She scratched the side of her head while Remus raced around, grabbing random objects at the last minute and shoving them into his suitcase.
"That's what you get for falling asleep before you're finished packing," said Arianna.
"Don't be a smart-ass, Arianna," Remus said as he wedged a spatula into the corner of his suitcase.
"The clock is ticking…" she said, ignoring her father's comment. "Tick tock, tick tock…"
"FINISHED!" he announced proudly, shoving a bottle of bleach into the (minimal) remaining space and sitting on his suitcase, while Arianna fastened it shut for him.
"Great," Arianna said with a touch of sarcasm to her voice. She glanced at the clock on the wall. Eight hands of different lengths and colors whirled around on their vertex, pausing at seemingly random points and switching directions. "We have exactly thirty seconds." She reached forward and grabbed the handle of the umbrella. Remus frantically grabbed the other end. "Breathe, Remus-'tousan. Breathe."
"I'm breathing," he replied. Arianna couldn't tell if his tone was irritable, sarcastic, or neither, but before she had time to ponder it, she felt the Portkey jerk her forward and into a portal, which was dark and bright at the same time. A split second later, she found herself flat on her back in the middle of Diagon Alley.
"So this is Diagon Alley…" she said to herself.
"Yup… Ah, this brings back such memories," Remus murmured. Arianna coughed as a goofy grin spread across her father's face.
"Um… right. So where is Sirius-'tousan?"
"He said he'd meet up with us later," Remus replied, removing the dreamy expression. "Let's go get your school stuff first."
"'Kay."
Arianna gazed around at her surroundings as the two made their way to Gringotts, which was clear on the other side of the alley. Witches and wizards could be seen everywhere she looked, trying to bargain their way into a lower price for the goods they wanted. Most of them were wearing black or dark blue robes, some of them with an owl perched on their shoulder or a cat prowling at their feet. Arianna laughed to herself as a man in his mid-fifties burst out of his shop, chasing after an owl that had obviously somehow gotten loose. Feathers flew everywhere as he tried to grab the poor, frantically squawking bird.
After Arianna had gotten her money, she and Remus stood just outside the entrance of the large marble bank, looking at their surroundings.
"What do you want to get first?" Remus asked.
"Boring stuff first. Books, then Potions supplies. Then we'll do the fun stuff, like… wands. And… stuff."
"Sounds good."
Little did Arianna know that books were anything but boring. Or, at least, the ones at Flourish and Blotts weren't. For, right as they stepped into the shop, they were greeted by the clerk shouting, "BACK! BACK, I SAY!"
Of course, he wasn't shouting this at Arianna and Remus; he was shouting it at a large, brown rattlesnake, who had coiled itself on top of a large pile of thick, gold-red books. It was baring its fangs and rattling its tail loudly.
"Uh… sir?" Remus began.
"I'll be with you in a moment, sir!" he called over his shoulder. He aimed his wand at the snake and mumbled "Reversosis!" The snake suddenly froze, fell limp, and melted into the form of a book, pages and all. Breathing heavily, the clerk set the book back upright to display the title proudly. Gold script boasted the words, The Transfiguring Book of Transfiguration – by Mariah Paragon.
"What was that about?" Arianna asked, tearing her eyes away from the seemingly harmless textbooks.
"Our newest shipment of Transfiguration books are rather special, you see," the poor clerk explained, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his sleeve. "They're specially charmed so that they transfigure themselves into rattlesnakes if you try to write on them or try to tear out the pages. This one attacked me when I came at it with a quill, because I was trying to write 'Display Copy' on the inside cover."
Both Arianna and Remus stared at the man silently.
"…So, starting at Hogwarts?"
Five minutes later, Arianna and Remus left Flourish and Blotts with their arms full of seemingly useless textbooks that they had somehow managed to pay for.
"Uh… Arianna, dear… these books are getting kind of heavy. I'll go get your Potions supplies; you don't need me to hover over you while you get your wand." He shifted the four books onto one hip and extracted a few Galleons from his pocket. He slipped them into one of Arianna's robe pockets. "Meet me in front of Ollivander's when you're done."
"'Kay."
The two went their separate ways. Arianna was dying to go inside the Magical Creatures shop and get an owl or something, but she would have to ask Remus or Sirius first, and she only had enough money with her to get a wand anyway, and that was first priority.
"Hello?" she called as she opened the door to the seemingly empty shop. She was greeted by a cloud of dust rising up and POOF-ing her in the face. She coughed and set her books on the counter. She was about to call again when suddenly an old man who had to be at least ninety popped up from behind the counter.
"Hello, my precious," he said slowly, a grin spreading across his thin, bony cheeks. "How may I help you?"
"I need a wand…"
"Oh, of course, you do!"
Arianna winced as he whistled the S on "course" loudly. The old man didn't seem to notice, though, as he was already selecting a wand from the shelves.
"Ten inches, rigid, elm. Contains one dragon heartstring," he announced, lifting the wand from its box. He handed it to her.
Knowing exactly what to do, she gave the wand a small wave. Nothing happened.
The man grabbed it from her hand and handed her another one.
And another. And another. And another.
"Hmm. Got ourselves a tricky one here!" the man, who Arianna now perceived to be Mr. Ollivander himself, muttered to himself. "Hmm…" He picked up a box, looking at it curiously. "Perhaps… perhaps this one."
He handed it to her. The moment it touched her hand, she felt a tingling sensation all up and down her right arm, and her fingertips glowed a dark shade of blue.
"Interesting. Very interesting," he murmured as he took the wand from Arianna and began packaging it in tissue paper.
"What? What's interesting?"
"This wand is no ordinary wand. It's very special." He put the lid back on the box. "For in its core are two ingredients that I don't normally use. Tooth of a nundu and powdered shell of an occamy egg."
Tooth of a what and powdered shell of a who?
"Also," the old man continued. "It contains an enchantment. It is connected to another wand. The two who receive these two wands…" He paused for dramatic effect. "…are destined for each other."
Arianna blinked.
"Destined?"
"Yes. And it just so happens I sold the other wand a few hours ago to a young lad just your age." He cheerfully handed the box containing her wand to Arianna.
"Who?" Arianna asked hungrily.
"I cannot say," said Ollivander. "One day, when you are ready, you will know."
"Great. That helps me a bunch." Frowning, she paid him, picked up her things, and went outside to wait for Remus, but he was already there, waiting for her. A cauldron full of assorted ingredients, as well as the textbooks that they had bought previously, stood next to him.
"Oh, hello, Arianna, dear. Did you get your wand?" he asked, sounding tired.
"Yes, I did," she replied, deciding not to tell him what Mr. Ollivander had said. She dumped her stack of textbooks and the box containing her wand into the cauldron. "Oh, Daddy Dearest, whom I love with all my heart?"
"No."
"Dad, can I get an owl? Please? I don't want to have to borrow my friends' owls or use the school ones, and how am I supposed to keep in touch with Sirius-'tousan otherwise?" Arianna begged.
Remus sighed. "Oh, all right, I suppose."
"Yay! Thank you!" she exclaimed, placing a kiss on his cheek. She raced inside, eager to pick out her owl.
But, minutes later, she emerged not with an owl, but a cat – a rather large, gray-brown ball of fluff, covered with intricate markings all over her body.
"Thank you, Daddy," she breathed, petting the cat as it gnawed her wrist.
"Why do I let you talk me into these things…?" Remus could be heard muttering.
"What was that?" Arianna asked.
"Nothing, nothing. Um… what's your cat's name?"
"Her name is Luna. Lumina P. Winkleton, but better known as Luna."
"What's the P stand for?"
"Don't ask."
"All right, I won't then… but it's getting to be almost lunchtime; should we go meet up with Harry and Sirius now?" Remus asked as Luna hissed at him. Arianna bopped the cat on the head and nodded. "They're waiting for us at the Leaky Cauldron; let's go."
Arianna followed Remus to the inn, doting over her precious kitty all the while. They arrived within seconds, and Remus guided his daughter to the table that Harry and Sirius could be found sitting at.
"Lovely cat, Ari," Sirius said as she sat down.
"Thanks Sirius-'tousan," she replied, scratching Luna behind one ear. Luna clamped onto Arianna's finger, digging her razor-sharp teeth into the skin. Arianna shook her finger out of the cat's mouth. She looked up. Harry was blushing again, probably from the memory of seeing her in the nude. She said nothing. "So did you guys get everything you need?"
"Yeah," Sirius answered, noting that Harry was looking rather flushed. "Harry's taking an advanced Transfiguration class this year. The clerk was thoroughly thrilled when we told him we didn't need one of those rattlesnake books."
Arianna and Remus both nodded.
There was a long silence before Harry quietly stood and announced that he was supposed to go meet Ron and Hermione in front of Madame Malkin's shop. Sirius nodded, and Harry left.
"I'm rather tired, so I'm going to go up to the room and relax," Arianna said, clutching Luna (who scrambled furiously to be let go) and standing up.
"Okay. Don't want you tired for your first day of school." Sirius fumbled in his pocket, then tossed a key to her. "Room nineteen."
"Thanks."
~*~
Three hours later, Arianna awoke from her nap to the sound of someone knocking on the door. Groggily, she rose to go answer the door. Luna was nowhere to be found, but she decided she would worry about that later.
The person on the other side of the door knocked again, this time more agitatedly.
"I'm comin', I'm comin'," Arianna groaned. She swung the door open. She was greeted by a girl about her age, wearing a purple bathrobe and fluffy blue slippers. Luna had attached herself to the girl's head.
"Is this yours?" the girl said, glowering.
"Luna!" Arianna squealed, prying the cat from the girl's head. "Thank you for finding my cat."
The girl muttered something that sounded like, "She found me," before smiling and saying, "It was no problem."
"Are you starting at Hogwarts tomorrow?" Arianna asked. Luna munched thoughtfully on a strand of Arianna's hair.
"Yes, I am," she replied.
"Oh, good; can I hope to see you at King's Cross?"
"Probably." She tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, looking at Luna warily. The feline was staring at her with a malicious-looking glint in her eyes as she chewed on her owner's hair. "What's your name?"
"Arianna Black."
"I'm Grace McCartney; pleasure to meet you." She grinned.
Arianna turned and sat on her bed, setting Luna next to her. She motioned for Grace to come inside. She did, pulling the door shut behind her, and took a seat on the end of the bed. Luna padded over and began rubbing up against her side.
"Interesting cat you've got here…" Grace murmured, trying to brush the ball of fur away.
"Yeah, I just got 'er today," Arianna said proudly. "Do you have any pets?"
"Nah, just a barn owl named Bainbridge," Grace replied. She stroked Luna's soft gray fur, having given up on trying to get rid of her. "My mom wouldn't let me get anything else because Scott's allergic to cats."
"I assume Scott is your brother…?"
"Correct. He's eight. Or something. I dunno; I don't really pay much attention to him."
Arianna laughed.
Grace coughed. "So do you have any brothers or sisters?"
"No, I'm an only child." Arianna looked at the floor.
"Lucky…" Grace muttered. "Scott's so annoying. Fortunately, Mom left him at home with our neighbors…"
"Hang on… you have an American accent. Why're you going to Hogwarts? Wouldn't you be going to the Salem Academy or something in the US?" Arianna queried.
"Oh, that… well, I didn't get my letter for the Salem Academy – as you know, American schools start a month earlier than British schools – so Mom made me and Scott pick up and move so that I could go here. I've only been here for a few weeks, so I haven't acquired a British accent yet," Grace explained.
"Ohh… wait, what about your dad? Did he stay in America?" Arianna asked.
Grace was silent for a moment. She looked at the ground and continued to pet Luna.
"He… my dad's dead," Grace said finally, in a barely-audible voice. "He was killed by You-Know-Who when I was really little."
Arianna nodded, immediately feeling incredibly stupid for bringing up such a delicate subject so casually. "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it. It's not like you could've helped it or anything," she said, forcing a cheerful grin onto her face.
There was an awkward silence.
"OKAY, HAPPY SUBJECT."
The two girls spent the rest of the night chatting, telling each other their opinions on just about everything, and protecting each other from the wrath of a cranky Luna.
"So…" Arianna said through a mouthful of potato chips. "We've told each other our life stories and we know just about everything about each other… does that make us 'best friends?'"
"One should think so," Grace replied, sipping her soda. "I never really had a 'best friend' back in New York. Tons of acquaintances, but never really had anyone to have pajama parties with or whatever."
"Yeah," Arianna agreed as she crunched loudly on her chips. She offered her fingertips to Luna, thinking she might like the taste of the salt. Luna bit them instead.
Grace grinned. "Best friends… I like the sound of that."
~*~
"If you ever wake me up like that again, I will personally… do something horrible to you," Arianna grumbled.
"I thought it was funny." Grace shrugged.
"Yeah, I bet you did. There's Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters. Let's go." Arianna called over her shoulder, "Come on, Sirius, come on, Remus, we're gonna be miss the train if you don't hurry up!"
The two girls pushed their carts up to the barrier as the two older men followed.
"Would you like the honors?" Arianna offered.
"Sure."
There was a silence as Arianna, Sirius and Remus watched Grace. She did nothing.
"Uhm… what do I do?" She looked at Arianna with a completely lost expression pasted on her face.
"You run full-speed at the wall," Arianna told her.
Grace looked at her for a moment.
"I RUN INTO THE WALL?!" she screamed.
"Sshh!" Remus hissed, looking around at all the Muggles.
"I already do that all the time at home," Grace muttered.
"There's this special charm thingy on it that sort of transports you to Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters," Sirius explained.
Grace looked at him skeptically.
"Look!" Remus said, his voice dripping with exasperation. He stepped forward and danced back and forth through the barrier, between Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters and the regular station.
"'Kay… here I go…"
Remus stepped out of the way as Grace drew a deep breath and raced toward the barrier. Arianna knew by the expression on her face that at the moment she was frightened of nothing more than slamming into the brick wall.
"My turn," Arianna murmured. She casually walked through the barrier, knowing that the bricks wouldn't be solid by the time her trolley touched them.
When she got through to the other side, she saw Grace leaning up against her cart, hyperventilating.
"That was the most horrible thing I've ever had to do, and I've had to babysit Scott before."
"Oh, please. You're overreacting."
"Am not," Grace pouted as the conductor began loading their bags onto the train.
Remus and Sirius appeared behind them.
"So, you two excited?" Remus asked.
"Yup," they replied simultaneously.
"You'll have lots of fun at Hogwarts," Sirius said. "I promise." He smiled.
"Hey, isn't that the guy killed twelve people with one curse?" Arianna heard someone whisper.
"No, it was thirteen," her friend whispered back.
"And they carried him off laughing…"
Arianna scowled, but said nothing.
"I heard he's an expert at Transfiguration and can transform himself into anything!"
"I heard that he once tried to hold the Minister of Magic hostage, but when Ministry officials showed up, he disappeared in a puff of smoke!"
"I heard…"
"Ari? Ari, are you okay there?"
Grace's voice drifted in between the others, snapping Arianna out of her reverie.
"Whaaa-? Oh, yes, I'm fine. Just… spaced out a little, that's all." She grinned.
"'Kay, 'cause the conductor just yelled that clichéd 'all aboard' thing, which means we probably should get on the train before it leaves without us," Grace said.
Arianna blinked and nodded. She noticed Remus had disappeared; she assumed he had already boarded the train.
"Bye, Sirius-'tousan," she whispered, hugging him. "I'll owl you as soon as I get there, okay?"
"Okay, have fun, learn lots."
Luckily for Arianna, Grace had no experience with Japanese whatsoever, so she didn't know that the "-'tousan" part of Sirius' nickname was a shortened form of the Japanese word for "father." Arianna wasn't yet ready to reveal to Grace that Remus and Sirius were her fathers.
The two girls boarded the train, with Luna following closely at their heels.
~*~
Grace yawned, kicking her feet up on the train's seats. "Remind me never to stay up 'til one in the morning on the night before school," she said, eyes drooping closed. Arianna grinned from her wolfishly curled position in her chair. She looked from the world outside her window to her friend.
"You know I won't, and that next year we'll be up until two, right?" she asked, and Grace shrugged.
"Wake me up when we get to Hogwarts," she said, yawning and rolling over. The brunette rolled her eyes, standing.
"If you're going to sleep, then I'm going to search the train. Maybe I'll find Remus." Grace only nodded slightly, already half asleep.
The corridor had pretty much settled down after the train had started to move. A plump, dimpled woman had stopped right in front of their compartment, and Arianna took out some of her "special savings" (money she had had left over from working at Karamin's after bills and taxes were paid) and bought two of everything (plus extras of all her favorites.)
Grace deserves the finest introduction to the magical world as possible, she thought, and that involves chocolate. Mmm, and grass flavored beans.
Popping a random Bertie Bott's bean in her mouth ("Yech! Why do I always get sardine!?"), she started down the corridor. People were laughing and giggling, talking and bragging, and almost all were excited. The less excited were probably the later year students, who viewed this as another year in an almost-Azkaban with pluses. And free food.
Suddenly, the train jerked, and Arianna went tumbling forward, onto something warm and strong. She groaned, straddling it and pushing her head up. Underneath her was a tall, strong male in all-black Muggle-style clothes, looking coolly up at her with peculiar, familiar golden eyes. An almost snakelike pupil narrowed, adjusting to the change in light. Smooth, longish raven hair framed his face. Arianna gasped.
Centered on his forehead was a black crescent moon.
Hazel eyes were locked onto a black moon as golden eyes surveyed the female. He coughed quietly, and Arianna tore her eyes from the mark. She pushed herself up, grabbing his hands and pulling him up with her. He dusted himself off and turned to leave.
"Hey," she said. She was sure that her voice would have quavered, but it sounded relatively steady. The boy stopped, but did not turn.
"Yeah?" he asked, almost boredly. His voice was deep and smooth, with an edge.
Arianna bit her lip, then rethought her question. "What's your name, and year?" she asked, and the raven-headed male turned his head back to look at her again. His cold, serpentine eyes looked at her. They were mystifying, seemed to hold her in place.
"Year two, Slytherin. I'm known by all as Venom." Arianna gasped near-audibly. A tall, cloaked boy, six years old, glaring through the darkness, snake eyes narrowed and glowing through the night. Watching silently as a piercing scream tore through the air, golden eyes always calculating, always searching.
The brunette gulped back the memory. "Arianna Black. Nice to meet you. I have the feeling we'll be meeting again sometime." And indeed, she did. Venom's flaxen eyes landed on her forehead, and then widened. Arianna couldn't help but smirk. "Sayonara," she said, turning and walking back to her compartment. She paused for a moment, swooping down and grabbing a necklace from the floor. It was a baby dragon claw clutching a blue jewel with a universe of swirling colors inside. Stuffing it into her top, search for Remus forgotten, she slipped back into her compartment, where Grace lay snoring on the floor.
Deciding not to awaken her friend from her slumber, she immersed herself in her sweets, switching back and forth periodically from the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans to the Chocolate Frogs. She was just about to begin munching on a Cockroach Cluster when a shrill cry pierced the air. Grace mumbled something in her sleep and rolled over, almost crushing Luna in the process, but remained asleep. Suddenly, a boy with slicked-back black hair and cold, bitter eyes of the same color burst in.
"GET BACK HERE, SHORTIE!"
Three tall boys, each carrying large sticks, raced past, giggling. They all had to be at least fifth-year students, judging by their appearances.
The boy collapsed, completely out of breath.
"Good, they're gone…" the boy muttered. He looked at the sleeping girl, then up at Arianna. He blinked once or twice, then stood and composed himself. He folded his arms across his front, curled his upper lip slightly and began in a snobbish tone, "Hello. Ignazio Vinceguerra, of the famous Vinceguerra family. I presume you've heard of me. And who might you be?"
Arianna looked at him skeptically, raising an eyebrow. "Is it really any of your business who I might be?"
"Of course it is," Ignazio replied.
Arianna said nothing in response.
"All right, then," Ignazio continued. "Then who is that?" He looked at Grace condescendingly, nudging her with his foot. Before Arianna had time to make a witty comeback, Grace muttered something in her sleep and sank her teeth into his ankle. Ignazio let out a deafening, yet uncannily girly scream and began hopping on one foot as he nursed the other. Arianna was rendered helpless from laughter.
"This won't be the last time you see me," Ignazio muttered as he hopped out of the compartment.
"You're brilliance, Grace," Arianna squealed between laughs. "Even when you're asleep."
"Mrrrrh?" Grace mumbled, stirring. "What'd I miss?"
"Too much, dear. Too much."
Grace sat up and rubbed her eyes. Luna chewed thoughtfully on one of Grace's shoelaces.
"Bean?" Arianna offered, holding out the box of jellybeans.
Grace reached forward and selected a bean at random from the box. She examined it.
"…It's green," she deduced. She looked up at Arianna with the bean in her hand.
"No shit, Sherlock," Arianna replied. "Eat it; I guarantee you'll love it."
Grace unsurely popped the bean in her mouth. She chewed it slowly, then finally swallowed it.
"Gimmay more," she demanded. She tore the box out of Arianna's hand and began rooting through it for more green jellybeans. "What flavor was that anyway?"
"Grass," Arianna said in a casual tone as she crunched loudly on a Cockroach Cluster.
Grace blinked a few times and stared at the six or seven beans in her hand.
"…Grass?" she repeated, looking back up at her friend.
"Grass," Arianna confirmed.
She looked back at the beans in her hand. She studied them for a moment before shrugging and popping them all in her mouth at once.
"Mmm. Grass."
There was a knock on the frame of the door to the compartment. A boy who looked about a year or two older than them stood there, looking rather amused. He was tall, with dark brown hair and eyes to match. Two of his buddies stood behind him, looking rather vexed.
"Hi, there," he said, looking from Grace, to Luna, then to Arianna.
Grace dropped the box of Every Flavor Beans. Jellybeans scattered across the floor. Luna scampered after a bright red one, but no one seemed to notice.
"Can we help you?" Arianna asked, raising an eyebrow as she tossed the last of her Cockroach Cluster into her mouth.
"Yeah, um, you see," the boy began. "The witch who sells the candy… she's out of Chocolate Frogs, and I have a craving for them. Could I borrow a few?"
"Ah… sure." Arianna tossed him two or three.
"Thanks." He grinned at Arianna, then looked at Grace, who was staring at him open-mouthed. "Uh… is she okay?"
"Yeah." Arianna threw her wadded-up Cockroach Cluster wrapper at Grace. It hit her in the head, but she didn't move. "She's fine."
"Okay…"
"Bryan?" said one of his lackeys.
"Yeah?" He craned his head around to face his friend.
"I thought you didn't like junk food."
"…Your point?"
He pointed to the Chocolate Frogs in Bryan's hand. Bryan blinked and looked at the candy.
"…Chocolate Frogs are junk food?"
"Yeah, Bry. They are."
He was silent for a moment. Then he shrugged and looked back at Arianna and Grace.
"Thanks again. I'll see you guys around!" He turned and left, tossing the cardboard containers to himself. His buddies followed him.
Arianna smiled to herself as Grace hopped up and peered around the corner to watch Bryan's retreating back.
"I think our Gracie has a crush," Arianna teased.
"Hush, you."
Arianna smiled again and shook her head to herself.
¤~End Second Chapter~¤
Aha. And so ends Scrat-chan's chapter. Today, all we have to entertain you are responses to our reviews on the first chapter. Yes.
Ara-chan's Responses
Micro-Chick: Eee! Our first reviewer! *glomps* All that confusing stuffish shall be revealed in time if you keep reading. ^^ And, technically, a wolf is a dog, but I see what you mean. She loves both of her fathers, but she spends most of her home time with Remus, who is a werewolf. And I-- *cough* Arianna loves wolves anyway. ^^ Thanks for the review!
J. Juncle: O.o That's the first time I've ever heard you call me "Ara," Bobby, dear… Yes, well, the "s word" is rather lovely, is it not? And you can kind of tell that it has to do with Harry Potter, as it is in the "Harry Potter" section. -_- Great to know you like it more than English class, Bobby-bab-- *realizes something* YOU DIDN'T FREAK OUT WHEN YOU FOUND OUT IT WAS SLASH! *proud sniffle* My baby Bob's all grown up…
Kyree: ^-^ Arigatou gozaimasu, Kyree-san. *ego inflates* I thought I did a crap job on chappie one. Scrat's chapter was much better than mine. Thankies for the review!
Tempral Bouncer: *shudders* H/G, dear? I haven't been into that in ages. Het stuff gets boring after a while. *sneezes* Yesh, you are a hypocritical baka, but we love you anyway, Ani. YOU WILL WORK ON TIME'S EDGE AND GET MORE OUT SOON, OR I SIC MY JAPANESE-SINGING KILLER CHIBIS WITH BEATING STICKS AFTER YOU! MUWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Scrat-chan's Responses
Micro-Chick: You're wrong! You're wrong! Ron and Hermione forever! *cough* Sorry, I'm a bit protective of that shipping. Um… oh, yesh, Thankies for revieeeewing.
J. Jucle: …No comment. ._. Hey, I happen to enjoy English class…
Kyree: Yes, I know I'm a genius. ^_^;; Erm… I lub you.
Tempral Bouncer: Do you know how hard it is to write responses without repeating much that Ara already said? *drums fingers on desk while pondering something intelligent to say besides "thanks for reviewing"* Aah, screw it.