Time passed slowly as Snape pondered what that child was up to. He hoped
she wasn't getting into anything. His chamber wasn't exactly 'child proof'.
Class was dismissed for lunch and Snape hurried back to his chamber. There cuddled up in his bed was Trisha sound asleep with a book in her hands. The title read 'The Art of Potions'. That was his book! He rummaged around in the spare room, but soon produced a copy of the same book.
A five year old child reading? And an advanced potions book at that! Even Snape was almost impressed, almost.
At the end of his bed sat her one bag, her other things coming by 'Magic Express'. It was open and the whole thing was filled with books. Books that he himself had! And all about potion or potion making. 'Potion Making', 'Advanced Potions', 'Careers with Potions', 'Seventh Year Potions'.
'Does she actually read these or just look at the pictures?' Snape thought.
For one thing, Trisha had required her love for potions from him. Elena hated potions class; she was terrible and would have flunked if he hadn't let her cheat off of him.
Trisha yawned in her sleep and opened her eyes. She shot up quickly and looked around. Then her eyes fell on Snape, she just hopped off the bed and put her book back in her bag.
'She's such a calm child it's almost eerie,' Snape thought, 'You would figure she would be bouncing off the walls and be playing with nothing but pink toys.'
"Are you hungry?" Snape asked trying his best to be at least human.
Trisha just nodded.
"Follow me," Snape snapped as he led her to the Great Hall.
Once again Trisha was practically running. She didn't complain and kept very quiet.
Snape walked in with Trisha tagging behind. The Hall stopped and many whispers filled the room.
Snape would have thought any five year old child would be frightened to death to walk into a room full of strangers, but not Trisha. She paid no mind to them.
Trisha sat across from Snape at the faculty table much to the teachers' surprise.
Dumbledore asked the question everyone had on their minds, "Who is the little girl Severus?"
"This is Trisha," Snape gave a frustrated sigh, "my daughter."
Everyone at the faculty table stopped eating. Was it true? Severus Snape had a daughter?!!
Tension mounted, but Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, "Congratulations."
Trisha acted just the opposite of a five year old girl. She sat up and ate politely, and she didn't squirm in his chair.
"She's very quiet Severus, and she looks exactly like you," Dumbledore said, the twinkle in his eyes never leaving.
Snape stared at her. Trisha hadn't spoken a word since she got here. He didn't even know if she could talk!
"Hello Trisha, I'm Dumbledore. Welcome to Hogwarts."
Trisha looked up and nodded still not saying anything. Then she went back to eating.
"Can she talk?" Dumbledore whispered to Snape.
"I haven't got a clue."
"Why don't you try talking to her after lunch?"
"I have a class."
"I'm sure Miss. Burnia will sub again."
"I don't think."
"Go help her settle in," with that Dumbledore dropped the issue.
The rest of the teachers resumed eating trying hard not to stare; failing miserably. Trisha finished and sat quietly, waiting for Snape to get done as well. Apparently she ate very little. Snape finished, got up, and walked out of the Hall, Trisha running behind him.
In the quietness of the hallway Snape thought he heard a small whimper behind him. It was then he saw Trisha practically running. Snape growled, but slowed his pace.
Back in Snape's chamber he was clearing out the extra room. Moving a few boxes to his room. When everything was cleared out Snape turned to Trisha, "What do you want in here?"
To his surprise this five year old child drew out her own wand from inside her robes; it looked particularly familiar. She produced a simple bed, a small desk, a tiny dresser, and a bookshelf. It looked very similar to Snape's room.
'How can she cast spells? She is but a child! What in the hell?'
Trisha crawled up in her bed and reopened her book 'The Art of Potions' and began to read. For the first time in years, Snape felt uncomfortable. He walked over to her bedside and stared at her. Trisha looked up and their eyes met, yes her eyes were definitely darker.
"May I see your wand?" Snape asked trying to get the scowl out of his voice, of course failing.
Trisha hesitated, and she looked at Snape, no, she was studying him. Then she reached for her wand and handed it to him.
Snape took hold of it and looked it over, very familiar. Yes, there it was. The small 'X' indention at the tip the wand had suffered after a duel in sixth year. This was indeed Elena's wand.
'But how can it work so well for this child?' he thought.
He handed it back to the waiting hands. She took it and hid it back in her robes and continued reading. More uncomfortable silence.
Snape got frustrated and stormed out the door leaving Trisha to herself. There was a knock at the door. Snape opened it to be greeted by no one; just two black suitcases. He picked them up and brought them inside. He turned around and there was Trisha waiting patiently.
'She has my slyness. She'll make a Slytherin for sure.'
Trisha took the bags and went back into her room. Snape wasn't one to be curious, but wondering what was inside the suitcases made him walk back into the spare room. Trisha didn't pay no mind. She opened the first one and it was packed with clothes, mainly black robes. Snape caught a glimpse of toothpaste and a hairbrush.
She quickly packed away her robes in the small dresser and opened the second case. But instead of more clothes as one would presume, it was filled with potions ingredients.
Another knock at the door snapped Snape out of any thought. He walked over and opened the entrance. Dumbledore was standing outside.
"Hello Severus."
"Come in Headmaster," Snape scowled.
Dumbledore walked in and turned around, "So, how is she settling in?"
"Well, she's in there," he pointed to the extra room.
Dumbledore walked into Trisha's bedroom. She was back to reading again.
"She can read?" Dumbledore whispered to Snape.
"As far to my knowledge she can."
"That's splendid! You have a very gifted child on your hands Severus," Dumbledore studied the room, "But I don't think this room suits a five year old. It's way to cold."
"I did not produce this magic. She did."
"What do you mean 'she did'?"
"Used her wand. This must be how she likes it."
"Severus, five year olds cannot do magic and they certainly do not have their own wands!"
"It was her mother's wand."
"Even so, she couldn't possibly produce a spell!"
"Albus," Snape grumbled, "Why in God's name would I lie to you?"
Dumbledore looked at Snape, "Yes, I can clearly see you are not. It was just a shock to the system I suppose."
Trisha still had not paid any notion that anyone was in the room. Dumbledore walked over and sat on the edge of her bed.
"Hello again Trisha," he smiled.
Trisha looked up; her face had the expression of Snape's: hard, cold, uncaring.
"Are you finding your way around just fine?"
Trisha just gave a nod.
"Do you like your new room?"
Again Trisha just nodded then buried her nose back in her book.
Dumbledore sighed and walked out of the room, Snape following.
"You have a genius for a child, but she isn't normal," Dumbledore quietly spoke.
"What do you mean 'she isn't normal'?!!" Snape exclaimed putting a bit more enthusiasm in his voice then he meant to.
Dumbledore gave a silent chuckle, "I mean, a five year old child should be all smiled and laughter. She should be bouncing off the walls on a sugar rush. But Trisha, Trisha just sits in her room and reads. She hasn't even talked since she got here. It's not healthy."
"Make your point Headmaster."
Dumbledore sighed, "Why don't you go and try to talk to her, get to know her. After all, she is your daughter."
Snape stayed quiet. Dumbledore gave a nod and left. Snape walked back into Trisha's room.
"Do you need anything?" Snape half asked half growled.
Trisha shook her head.
"Can you talk?"
She nodded.
"Well it would be nice to know that the person I'm talking to has the ability to answer back."
Trisha looked up at him, "Yes I can talk. I'm not stupid."
"I guess not now that I know you have vocal cords."
She sighed and went back to reading.
"Don't you want to look around?"
"What for?"
"To know where you're going to be living."
"Says you. You'll get sick of me in a week and send me back."
"And how do you know this?"
"My life's story," Trisha began to read again.
"How did you learn to cast spells at your age?"
"Picked it up here and there. Started learning last year."
"You certainly don't act like a."
"I know, I don't speak or act my age. I know, I know. I'd rather not discuss the issue."
Snape couldn't stand it. Was this child telling him to mind his own business?!! He stomped out of the room. For the next few hours Trisha stayed quiet in her room. Snape sat in a chair and read.
Well it was quiet. A huge explosion came from inside Trisha's bedroom. Snape practically ran to the door and threw it open.
"Shit! I knew I should have only added a pinch of basilwood!"
"What the bloody hell is going on in here?!!" Snape bellowed as he looked at the black ashened walls and a very ashy Trisha.
She coughed, "I added to much basilwood."
"Well what in God's name were you trying to brew?!!"
"My own recipe."
"For what?!!"
Trisha changed the subject, "I have to clean up." She took out her wand and started to clean off the walls.
"I asked for what?!!" Snape scowled.
"Nothing!"
Snape stormed out of her room and his chambers, "Children!"
"What about them?" Professor McGonagall asked overhearing him.
"You can't get a straight answer from them."
"Trisha? What has she done?"
"She was brewing a potion in her room when it exploded. She had gotten ashes all over the walls!"
"Honestly Severus, I don't know who is the five year old here."
"What are you saying?" Snape sneered.
"I'm saying Severus that you should learn to control that temper of yours. From what Dumbledore has told me she is an extremely gifted child, quite extraordinary, but very troubled. Instead of yelling at her, why don't you go help her? And you need to learn patients; she is not one of your clumsy students. Dumbledore described her well as 'A thirty year old woman trapped in a five year olds body.' Now take everyone's advice and go get to know her!" McGonagall led Snape, well dragged Snape back to his chamber. She practically pushed him in the doorway and ran off before he could argue.
Snape growled and stepped back inside. To his surprise Trisha was waiting for him, three suitcases as her side.
"Where do you think you're going?" Snape more demanded than asked.
"You're sending me back."
"No I am not."
Trisha looked surprised, "You're kidding right?"
"Why would I send you back?"
"I blew up my room. Don't worry, I fixed it though."
"I've had worse done to me in my classroom."
"So you're not sending me back?" Trisha asked in a confused voice.
"No, now go put your things back."
Snape thought he caught a small glimpse of a smile run across her lips. She took two steps toward her room, stopped, turned around, and looked at him still unsure.
"Go on," Snape snapped.
Trisha walked back in her room with her things and quickly put her stuff away. Snape sat in his chair and rubbed his eyes with his index finger and thumb.
"Here," came a small voice.
Snape opened his eyes to have a small vile of blue liquid forced in his face.
"What's this?"
"To cure your headache."
"That is not the potion for headaches, it should be a dark red," Snape sneered.
"My own brew. It is more effective, faster, and better tasting."
Snape was skeptical, but he took the vile and drank it. It tasted like lemonade and no sooner had he gulped it down his headache instantly cleared.
Snape's face went into an expression that he hadn't used in years, impressed, "You brewed this?"
Trisha's face actually showed a bit of color, she was blushing a tiny bit, "Yeah."
"As in created from scratch?"
"Yes, created, tested, brewed, studied."
"Alright, I get it."
A small giggle escaped her lips, but quickly stopped. She drew out her wand and produced a chair taking a seat.
"So I take it you never knew about me?" Trisha asked.
"No."
"Well that finally answered my question."
"What question?"
"I always asked my mom if you knew about me. She never told me, but I wanted to know why my dad wasn't around."
Snape appeared to be thinking, "You know it wasn't my fault."
"I never said it was," Trisha wondered if she detected a hint of guilt in his voice. It was too difficult to tell. "You're a teacher here?"
"Yes."
"What do you teach?"
"Potions."
"You're kidding me?!!"
"Why would I 'kid' you?"
"My dad is a Potions Professor. hmm."
"What are you 'hmming' about?"
"Oh, nothing, I was just understanding why I love potions."
"You don't resemble your mother very much."
"Try not at all. Basically, I'm a small you."
"What were you trying to brew in your room before it exploded?"
"Oh, eh. nothing."
"Maybe I could help."
"No, it's fine," Trisha added quickly.
Snape was getting frustrated. He hated not having his questions answered, but he remembered what McGonagall said, 'You should learn to control that temper of yours'. He was trying his hardest.
Trisha put a hand over her mouth and yawned, "Exhausted. I'm gonna sleep, could you wake me up in like an hour?"
Sleeping in the daytime? Why would anyone want to sleep when the sun is up? Snape agreed anyhow, "Alright, you will be woken up in an hour."
Trisha left yawning for her room leaving Snape with a lot to think about.
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Author's Note: Ok I know this story is a little slow, but right now it's just introducing the story. It will pick up!!! And yes there is a reason why Trisha acts older, but why? Hmm. might have to stay tuned and find out.
Dark Queen of Roses: Ebony hmm. I might use that. in fact I just might do that.
warwitch-18ca: Thanks! I hope my story continues to catch your eye!
Selena: Sorry about the slow introduction. More information about his daughter will come! And maybe this story will make more sense, but then again I'm writing it so I doubt it!
em(): I'm glad I caught your attention! I hope you continue to enjoy my story!
Class was dismissed for lunch and Snape hurried back to his chamber. There cuddled up in his bed was Trisha sound asleep with a book in her hands. The title read 'The Art of Potions'. That was his book! He rummaged around in the spare room, but soon produced a copy of the same book.
A five year old child reading? And an advanced potions book at that! Even Snape was almost impressed, almost.
At the end of his bed sat her one bag, her other things coming by 'Magic Express'. It was open and the whole thing was filled with books. Books that he himself had! And all about potion or potion making. 'Potion Making', 'Advanced Potions', 'Careers with Potions', 'Seventh Year Potions'.
'Does she actually read these or just look at the pictures?' Snape thought.
For one thing, Trisha had required her love for potions from him. Elena hated potions class; she was terrible and would have flunked if he hadn't let her cheat off of him.
Trisha yawned in her sleep and opened her eyes. She shot up quickly and looked around. Then her eyes fell on Snape, she just hopped off the bed and put her book back in her bag.
'She's such a calm child it's almost eerie,' Snape thought, 'You would figure she would be bouncing off the walls and be playing with nothing but pink toys.'
"Are you hungry?" Snape asked trying his best to be at least human.
Trisha just nodded.
"Follow me," Snape snapped as he led her to the Great Hall.
Once again Trisha was practically running. She didn't complain and kept very quiet.
Snape walked in with Trisha tagging behind. The Hall stopped and many whispers filled the room.
Snape would have thought any five year old child would be frightened to death to walk into a room full of strangers, but not Trisha. She paid no mind to them.
Trisha sat across from Snape at the faculty table much to the teachers' surprise.
Dumbledore asked the question everyone had on their minds, "Who is the little girl Severus?"
"This is Trisha," Snape gave a frustrated sigh, "my daughter."
Everyone at the faculty table stopped eating. Was it true? Severus Snape had a daughter?!!
Tension mounted, but Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, "Congratulations."
Trisha acted just the opposite of a five year old girl. She sat up and ate politely, and she didn't squirm in his chair.
"She's very quiet Severus, and she looks exactly like you," Dumbledore said, the twinkle in his eyes never leaving.
Snape stared at her. Trisha hadn't spoken a word since she got here. He didn't even know if she could talk!
"Hello Trisha, I'm Dumbledore. Welcome to Hogwarts."
Trisha looked up and nodded still not saying anything. Then she went back to eating.
"Can she talk?" Dumbledore whispered to Snape.
"I haven't got a clue."
"Why don't you try talking to her after lunch?"
"I have a class."
"I'm sure Miss. Burnia will sub again."
"I don't think."
"Go help her settle in," with that Dumbledore dropped the issue.
The rest of the teachers resumed eating trying hard not to stare; failing miserably. Trisha finished and sat quietly, waiting for Snape to get done as well. Apparently she ate very little. Snape finished, got up, and walked out of the Hall, Trisha running behind him.
In the quietness of the hallway Snape thought he heard a small whimper behind him. It was then he saw Trisha practically running. Snape growled, but slowed his pace.
Back in Snape's chamber he was clearing out the extra room. Moving a few boxes to his room. When everything was cleared out Snape turned to Trisha, "What do you want in here?"
To his surprise this five year old child drew out her own wand from inside her robes; it looked particularly familiar. She produced a simple bed, a small desk, a tiny dresser, and a bookshelf. It looked very similar to Snape's room.
'How can she cast spells? She is but a child! What in the hell?'
Trisha crawled up in her bed and reopened her book 'The Art of Potions' and began to read. For the first time in years, Snape felt uncomfortable. He walked over to her bedside and stared at her. Trisha looked up and their eyes met, yes her eyes were definitely darker.
"May I see your wand?" Snape asked trying to get the scowl out of his voice, of course failing.
Trisha hesitated, and she looked at Snape, no, she was studying him. Then she reached for her wand and handed it to him.
Snape took hold of it and looked it over, very familiar. Yes, there it was. The small 'X' indention at the tip the wand had suffered after a duel in sixth year. This was indeed Elena's wand.
'But how can it work so well for this child?' he thought.
He handed it back to the waiting hands. She took it and hid it back in her robes and continued reading. More uncomfortable silence.
Snape got frustrated and stormed out the door leaving Trisha to herself. There was a knock at the door. Snape opened it to be greeted by no one; just two black suitcases. He picked them up and brought them inside. He turned around and there was Trisha waiting patiently.
'She has my slyness. She'll make a Slytherin for sure.'
Trisha took the bags and went back into her room. Snape wasn't one to be curious, but wondering what was inside the suitcases made him walk back into the spare room. Trisha didn't pay no mind. She opened the first one and it was packed with clothes, mainly black robes. Snape caught a glimpse of toothpaste and a hairbrush.
She quickly packed away her robes in the small dresser and opened the second case. But instead of more clothes as one would presume, it was filled with potions ingredients.
Another knock at the door snapped Snape out of any thought. He walked over and opened the entrance. Dumbledore was standing outside.
"Hello Severus."
"Come in Headmaster," Snape scowled.
Dumbledore walked in and turned around, "So, how is she settling in?"
"Well, she's in there," he pointed to the extra room.
Dumbledore walked into Trisha's bedroom. She was back to reading again.
"She can read?" Dumbledore whispered to Snape.
"As far to my knowledge she can."
"That's splendid! You have a very gifted child on your hands Severus," Dumbledore studied the room, "But I don't think this room suits a five year old. It's way to cold."
"I did not produce this magic. She did."
"What do you mean 'she did'?"
"Used her wand. This must be how she likes it."
"Severus, five year olds cannot do magic and they certainly do not have their own wands!"
"It was her mother's wand."
"Even so, she couldn't possibly produce a spell!"
"Albus," Snape grumbled, "Why in God's name would I lie to you?"
Dumbledore looked at Snape, "Yes, I can clearly see you are not. It was just a shock to the system I suppose."
Trisha still had not paid any notion that anyone was in the room. Dumbledore walked over and sat on the edge of her bed.
"Hello again Trisha," he smiled.
Trisha looked up; her face had the expression of Snape's: hard, cold, uncaring.
"Are you finding your way around just fine?"
Trisha just gave a nod.
"Do you like your new room?"
Again Trisha just nodded then buried her nose back in her book.
Dumbledore sighed and walked out of the room, Snape following.
"You have a genius for a child, but she isn't normal," Dumbledore quietly spoke.
"What do you mean 'she isn't normal'?!!" Snape exclaimed putting a bit more enthusiasm in his voice then he meant to.
Dumbledore gave a silent chuckle, "I mean, a five year old child should be all smiled and laughter. She should be bouncing off the walls on a sugar rush. But Trisha, Trisha just sits in her room and reads. She hasn't even talked since she got here. It's not healthy."
"Make your point Headmaster."
Dumbledore sighed, "Why don't you go and try to talk to her, get to know her. After all, she is your daughter."
Snape stayed quiet. Dumbledore gave a nod and left. Snape walked back into Trisha's room.
"Do you need anything?" Snape half asked half growled.
Trisha shook her head.
"Can you talk?"
She nodded.
"Well it would be nice to know that the person I'm talking to has the ability to answer back."
Trisha looked up at him, "Yes I can talk. I'm not stupid."
"I guess not now that I know you have vocal cords."
She sighed and went back to reading.
"Don't you want to look around?"
"What for?"
"To know where you're going to be living."
"Says you. You'll get sick of me in a week and send me back."
"And how do you know this?"
"My life's story," Trisha began to read again.
"How did you learn to cast spells at your age?"
"Picked it up here and there. Started learning last year."
"You certainly don't act like a."
"I know, I don't speak or act my age. I know, I know. I'd rather not discuss the issue."
Snape couldn't stand it. Was this child telling him to mind his own business?!! He stomped out of the room. For the next few hours Trisha stayed quiet in her room. Snape sat in a chair and read.
Well it was quiet. A huge explosion came from inside Trisha's bedroom. Snape practically ran to the door and threw it open.
"Shit! I knew I should have only added a pinch of basilwood!"
"What the bloody hell is going on in here?!!" Snape bellowed as he looked at the black ashened walls and a very ashy Trisha.
She coughed, "I added to much basilwood."
"Well what in God's name were you trying to brew?!!"
"My own recipe."
"For what?!!"
Trisha changed the subject, "I have to clean up." She took out her wand and started to clean off the walls.
"I asked for what?!!" Snape scowled.
"Nothing!"
Snape stormed out of her room and his chambers, "Children!"
"What about them?" Professor McGonagall asked overhearing him.
"You can't get a straight answer from them."
"Trisha? What has she done?"
"She was brewing a potion in her room when it exploded. She had gotten ashes all over the walls!"
"Honestly Severus, I don't know who is the five year old here."
"What are you saying?" Snape sneered.
"I'm saying Severus that you should learn to control that temper of yours. From what Dumbledore has told me she is an extremely gifted child, quite extraordinary, but very troubled. Instead of yelling at her, why don't you go help her? And you need to learn patients; she is not one of your clumsy students. Dumbledore described her well as 'A thirty year old woman trapped in a five year olds body.' Now take everyone's advice and go get to know her!" McGonagall led Snape, well dragged Snape back to his chamber. She practically pushed him in the doorway and ran off before he could argue.
Snape growled and stepped back inside. To his surprise Trisha was waiting for him, three suitcases as her side.
"Where do you think you're going?" Snape more demanded than asked.
"You're sending me back."
"No I am not."
Trisha looked surprised, "You're kidding right?"
"Why would I send you back?"
"I blew up my room. Don't worry, I fixed it though."
"I've had worse done to me in my classroom."
"So you're not sending me back?" Trisha asked in a confused voice.
"No, now go put your things back."
Snape thought he caught a small glimpse of a smile run across her lips. She took two steps toward her room, stopped, turned around, and looked at him still unsure.
"Go on," Snape snapped.
Trisha walked back in her room with her things and quickly put her stuff away. Snape sat in his chair and rubbed his eyes with his index finger and thumb.
"Here," came a small voice.
Snape opened his eyes to have a small vile of blue liquid forced in his face.
"What's this?"
"To cure your headache."
"That is not the potion for headaches, it should be a dark red," Snape sneered.
"My own brew. It is more effective, faster, and better tasting."
Snape was skeptical, but he took the vile and drank it. It tasted like lemonade and no sooner had he gulped it down his headache instantly cleared.
Snape's face went into an expression that he hadn't used in years, impressed, "You brewed this?"
Trisha's face actually showed a bit of color, she was blushing a tiny bit, "Yeah."
"As in created from scratch?"
"Yes, created, tested, brewed, studied."
"Alright, I get it."
A small giggle escaped her lips, but quickly stopped. She drew out her wand and produced a chair taking a seat.
"So I take it you never knew about me?" Trisha asked.
"No."
"Well that finally answered my question."
"What question?"
"I always asked my mom if you knew about me. She never told me, but I wanted to know why my dad wasn't around."
Snape appeared to be thinking, "You know it wasn't my fault."
"I never said it was," Trisha wondered if she detected a hint of guilt in his voice. It was too difficult to tell. "You're a teacher here?"
"Yes."
"What do you teach?"
"Potions."
"You're kidding me?!!"
"Why would I 'kid' you?"
"My dad is a Potions Professor. hmm."
"What are you 'hmming' about?"
"Oh, nothing, I was just understanding why I love potions."
"You don't resemble your mother very much."
"Try not at all. Basically, I'm a small you."
"What were you trying to brew in your room before it exploded?"
"Oh, eh. nothing."
"Maybe I could help."
"No, it's fine," Trisha added quickly.
Snape was getting frustrated. He hated not having his questions answered, but he remembered what McGonagall said, 'You should learn to control that temper of yours'. He was trying his hardest.
Trisha put a hand over her mouth and yawned, "Exhausted. I'm gonna sleep, could you wake me up in like an hour?"
Sleeping in the daytime? Why would anyone want to sleep when the sun is up? Snape agreed anyhow, "Alright, you will be woken up in an hour."
Trisha left yawning for her room leaving Snape with a lot to think about.
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Author's Note: Ok I know this story is a little slow, but right now it's just introducing the story. It will pick up!!! And yes there is a reason why Trisha acts older, but why? Hmm. might have to stay tuned and find out.
Dark Queen of Roses: Ebony hmm. I might use that. in fact I just might do that.
warwitch-18ca: Thanks! I hope my story continues to catch your eye!
Selena: Sorry about the slow introduction. More information about his daughter will come! And maybe this story will make more sense, but then again I'm writing it so I doubt it!
em(): I'm glad I caught your attention! I hope you continue to enjoy my story!