Just One of Those Days: Part Two
Chapter Six
~*~Angel~*~
Last time:
Tory and I exchanged a brief look as she fell into the sky.
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Tory's POV:
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This couldn't be good. I mean, here I was, falling down through the sky, in about 2.6 seconds I'd be beyond the clouds and I'm sure someone might see me. Okay actually, no one would probably see me yet, unless they happened to be looking through binoculars at my exact spot. But the possibility still exists. Again, this can't possibly be good.
I've always been slightly curious to know what it felt like to die, where you go when it's happened…Is there really a God? And if so, do I get to meet him?
But this wasn't the way I intended on going. I kind of had the idea that I'd die in my rocking chair at the age of 108, my new found cat would be lying in my lap, purring contently, her kittens all around me, purring as well, sipping milk from their own cute little personalized saucers. Falling out of a flying car, doesn't even sound the same. Not to mention that dying as a virgin was not on my priority list.
My life, all fifteen years of it, were flashing before my eyes. My first step, my first word (which, FYI, wasn't some cute little thing like "Mumma" or "Daddy", quite the opposite. It was really rather inappropriate, especially considering that I had all my relatives sitting around me. I won't say it, but here's a clue, it starts with "f" and ends in "uck"), the moment I stepped onto the train to go to Hogwarts, the second year, the third…all of it. This was bad.
Check that, this wasn't bad, this was horrible. My version of the book My Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day. How could this possibly be happening to me? Okay, come on now Tory, you're not a panicker in these kind of situations, think of something.
Well, if I were Mum I'd simply perform a cute little spell without my wand and fly right back up. Hell, I bet she's made up a spell for this kind of occasion. I wasn't really very good in Spells Without Wands, it definitely wasn't my strong subject (my strong subject was Animagus Studies), but it was worth a shot. So, okay, which spell do I use?
Got it. Now concentrate, think only of the spell you want to accomplish. I held out my hands, trying to ignore the scenery, which normally would be rather lovely if it weren't for the fact that I was falling past it. I closed my eyes…concentrate Tory, you can do this, you have to do this, "Wingardium Leviosa!" I shouted into the sky.
Okay…so that didn't work…I'm still falling. Time to try again. "Wingardium Leviosa!" No go. Dammit Tory do you want be a PANCAKE!? "Wingardium Leviosa!" Oh great, I falling feet first to the ground, I think I have about 4 minutes left before I hit and I can't even perform a simple freaking spell!
One more try, this time, with everything I could muster, "Wingardium Leviosa!" I shouted.
And then I stopped falling. WOO! I RULE!!! My mind shouted. I am the MAN! Well…figuratively…
Then I came back to reality. I hadn't stopped falling. Well, no, I did, but I wasn't floating in air, I had landed on something quite soft. And whatever it was, its tail was tickling my nose!
"Well I'll be damned, it's raining pretty young girls…any more coming or is it just you?" a deep voice asked me.
I finally decided to open my eyes, "Uncle Sirius!? What are you doing here?"
He smiled, he certainly was handsome, "I could ask you the same thing…"
"I'm on my way to school, Dumbledore called me in ASAP, so Mum and I, along with a whole heap of other people got a couple of cars from the Ministry and we're just on our way there. Orlando was driving me and Warren when the car started acting like some bronco from the rodeo! Then I ended up getting thrown out…" I explained. I soon realized that we were riding on Buckbeak.
Sirius lost his amused smile the minute I said I had been thrown out, "What do you mean you ended up getting thrown out? Like Warren threw you out or like you fell because you're so clumsy?" he asked, totally serious.
"Oh no! Warren didn't throw me out, the cars we were in can only hold two, so I sat on Warren, while Orli drove. Warren was getting hot so he opened the window, a few minutes after that, the car started acting up," I explained.
"Alright then, you can fly with me from now on, we should get back up though, I don't want any muggles seeing Buckbeak. I'm on my way to Hogwarts too, so there's no need to put you back in that car," said Sirius, patting his hippogriff.
I nodded, taking a hold of his waist so not to fall. I didn't want to go through that again. We flew up into the clouds, and as interesting as it was to fly on a hippogriff, I much preferred my broomstick any day. "Uncle Sirius? We get back to the car, can I get my new broom, I don't think I can manage the whole ride on Buckbeak," I said, noting that Buckbeak looked a little offended, so I added, "It's not your fault, I'm just not used to riding a hippogriff. Sorry."
Sirius smiled, "Sure and don't worry about it, it takes awhile to get used to him."
We got back up the clouds, and tried to locate Orlando and Warren. Of course, it wasn't very hard, them being in a beautiful red corvette. And in a matter of seconds, we found them.
Warren looked like a dog with his head out the window the way it was, "Tory!? Oh my god, I thought you were dead! I thought it was all my fault!" I was shocked to see tears in his eyes.
We flew up to the side of the car and Warren nearly pulled me off the hippogriff in order to give me a hug, "Warren, it's alright, I'm alive…" I said as he practically broke down on my shoulder. Orlando was looking as though he was trying to keep everything together. "What happened? Did you guys fix the car?" I asked, noticing that it wasn't trying to throw any one out any more.
Warren reluctantly pulled himself away, "Once you…fell…" it looked hard for him to say it, "…the car stopped and we've been sitting here in neutral ever since," he explained.
I nodded, "Right, well, don't worry guys, I'm fine, Uncle Sirius caught me and everything's okay now. I'm going to get my broom from the back of the car and ride it the rest of the way to Hogwarts," I told them. I wanted to ask more about the car, but Warren didn't look as if he could talk about it any more, so I figured I should drop the subject for now and seem as cheerful as possible.
They nodded, and Sirius flew us to the back of the car where Orli popped the trunk. I searched through it, lifting bags and moving them around. Finally, after much shifting I finally saw the head of my beautiful new broomstick. With a quick pull, it was out. While pulling out my broom, I almost fell, but caught myself on the edge of the trunk. The minute my skin touched the well-painted metal of our rented car, the engine roared in unspoken fury.
I quickly pulled myself up, "Woah…that was odd…" I said, staring at the car in disbelief. Sirius seemed to notice the car acting up again and pulled me away. "I'm fine," I reassured him. Without another word said, I hopped onto my broom, made sure my grip was good and my ankles were locked together. I was so high in the air on nothing but a broomstick, just having been rescued from my almost death. Yet despite that, I wasn't frightened in the least. The Quidditch field was my sanctuary and the broom was my white horse. I trusted my instincts on the Lightening RFB more then I trusted anything else.
Not to mention that the newest line of broom had amazing control, it was like I was connected with it, I hardly had to make a move if I wanted to turn left or right. I flew myself to the driver's window, "Alright guys, I'll just follow along with you two and Uncle Sirius, alright? It seems safer if I don't get into the car," I said, sending Warren a flirty wink. He seemed a little surprised at first, but then laughed and sent one back my way.
Orli nodded, "Alright, but be careful," he said unnecessarily.
I smirked, "Orlando Weasley, you of all people should no that I'm safest on a broomstick!" I said, doing a flip that nearly send him jumping out of the car.
"Tory! Don't do that!" he scolded.
I just laughed, "Come on already!" I was getting impatient. Even Buckbeak was, he started flapping his wings anxiously and making deep, throaty growls.
Orlando nodded, putting the car into drive, "Right then, let's be off…" he said, putting his foot on to the gas.
At Hogwarts
We finally arrived, it only took about a half an hour or so, once the car had calmed down. We decided not to tell Mum or Dad about the car incident, they were both already looking too worried about the fact that I had to get to school ASAP, telling them that I nearly died by falling out of a car, didn't seem like the best idea at the time.
Orli, Warren, Sirius, and I managed to catch up with the others without any problem; I doubt they even noticed that we weren't with them. We landed the cars, making sure to stay far from the Whomping Willow, and headed inside.
The first teacher to greet us was Professor Lucera, a vivacious, salsa dancing, full-blooded Puerto Rican chica. She'd insist that we all call her Señora Shawna (Shawna was her first name), but Professor McGonagall said that it wasn't professional. Lucera was the Charms teacher and she added a whole new twist to the subject. From Accio to Waddiwasi, every Charms spell had it's own story to it; the Professor once told us about how she used Serpensortia to scare gnomes from her garden.
"¡Hola mis dears! ¿Cómo es usted esta tarde fina?" she asked in her usual cheery voice, extending her arms and giving us all a hug and a peck on the cheek.
Dominic, who was standing next to me, nudged my arm and whispered, "What did she just say?"
I shrugged, "Not too sure, I don't talk Spanish. French and Latin, remember? I think she said something like 'Hello my dears,' I don't know the rest," I whispered back.
She smiled at us, apparently hearing what I had whispered, "I said, 'Hello my dears. How are you this fine evening?'"
I loved it when this woman smiled, "We're good, but what does Headmaster Dumbledore want? Do you know where he is?" I asked, suddenly remembering why I was here.
She didn't loose the smile, but something in her eyes flickered, "He's up in the Astronomy Tower, I believe he's with Fawkes," she answered, walking to her classroom, waving over her shoulder singing REO Speedwagon's Can't Fight This Feeling, half in Spanish, half in English, "Y no puedo luchar esta sensación más. Me he olvidado para de lo que comencé a luchar. Es hora de traer esta nave en la orilla. Y tiro lejos los remos por siempre." Right as she gets to the chorus her voice raised from its almost whisper to a yelling-singing tone. "'Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore. I've forgotten what I started fighting for. And if I have to crawl upon the floor, Come crashing through your door, Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore!" She went into the next verse, but by that time, she was already too far for us to hear.
Warren looked at me, "Is she always like that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
I laughed, I take it he's never had her before, "Always, but she's an amazing teacher. She once used a Disillusionment Charm to hide her Murtlap from Muggles, made it look like a goldfish," I said.
Warren smiled, "I think I'd get along with her fine," he replied laughing.
Mum looked to me, "Come on love, we should go find Dumbledore," she reminded me.
I swallowed, noting that a lump suddenly made a home of my throat, "Right, well, I'd like to go talk to him myself, if that's alright with all of you," I said, already heading to the Tower, knowing they wouldn't follow me.
The Astronomy Tower was the tallest tower in all of Hogwarts, it's where all of Astronomy class met on Wednesdays, at midnight. Not to mention that it was extremely useful for releasing baby dragons in the dead of night.
I wondered up the winding stairs, taking hold of the recently replaced gold railing. The old one had gotten so bad that there was moss growing all over it and no one actually wanted to touch it, even for their own safety.
When I reached the top, I saw Dumbledore gazing out the window, Fawkes perched comfortably on the sill. I always thought the Headmaster to be a peaceful, level headed, kind-hearted man, someone that immediately resembled someone's grandfather. But taking a look at him now, he was so much more then that. And despite his tranquil state, he looked so powerful in his silence that I could understand why Voldemort had feared him as much as he did.
I waited for him to speak, knowing that he had seen my arrival. "It's quite lovely, isn't it?" he asked.
I hadn't a clue what he was talking about, "What is, sir?" I asked politely.
He still hadn't looked at me, "The moon, it's barely visible, but you can still see it…"
There was only one window in the Tower and it wasn't big enough that I could see out of it from where I was, but I knew what he meant. I smiled affectionately, "'The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago....'"
"'…Had they happened to be within the reach of predatory human hands.' Henry Havelock Ellis. A very intelligent man…" he finished my quote, then looked to me. "…For a muggle," he said, smiling back at me.
"For a muggle." I agreed.
He turned away from the window, "So Ms. Malfoy, I take it you are curious as to know why you have been called to school so early before the term." It wasn't really a question. I nodded. "Alright, why don't you have a seat?"
I went to tell him that there wasn't a seat in the Tower, but with a flick of his wand, there was one behind me. Without arguing I sat. "What's going on Professor?" I asked, my tone turned serious, almost worried.
After summoning a chair himself, he gave Fawkes a gumdrop and shooed him away. There were a few moments of silence, when finally he asked, "Ms. Malfoy, how good are you in the History of Magic?"
I raised an eyebrow, "I consider myself pretty good," I answered truthfully. I was called early from Diagon simply to be questioned on my abilities in school? There must be more to it.
He continued, "Then I take it you've heard of an ancient tribe known as the Paeligni. They're quite old, so if you haven't heard about them, it's understandable."
I thought for a minute, "I think so, real old Italian tribe, right?"
He nodded, "Correct. Around where Rome is located now. Close to the Fiume Tevere, by the Palatino; do you know the area I'm talking about?" he added quickly, making sure I was keeping up. I nodded, yeah, I'd been to Rome, I knew exactly what he was talking about.
The Palatino was where the wealthy and powerful built their palaces and personal temples. A layer of medieval churches and Renaissance gardens and villas transformed the hilltop ruins into a magical, ivy- and agapanthus-covered land of grottos and secret vistas.
"Good, this makes explaining much easier," I had a feeling this was going to be long, whatever he was going to say next.
"The Paeligni were an ancient tribe that in a word could be described as evil. They were the original Death Eaters, if you want something to compare them to. But even the Death Eaters aren't a fair comparison, because they are much gentler than the Paeligni," I never thought I'd be alive the day the Death Eaters were known as 'gentle.' He continued, "They are known mostly for their potion known as Exsanguis, a potion that—"
I couldn't help but interrupt, "That dissolved a person's blood," I finished for him.
He nodded, "Correct Ms. Malfoy, as unfortunately as that is, it was the purpose for the potion. To dissolve the drinker's blood in a most painful way."
I cringed, "Yeah, I can image…" I said.
He shook his head regretfully, "No Ms. Malfoy, I don't think that you can begin to imagine. The amount of pain that the drinker went through was indescribable. To die slowly as your blood drains from your body, little by little. A most horrifying way to pass on."
Okay, I get it, the Exanguis was a terrible, but I knew that, all he was doing was repeating my lessons with Professor Binns. "Sir, if you don't mind me asking…" I hesitated.
"I wouldn't mind at all Ms. Malfoy," he said, smiling once again, which added a great amount of comfort, oddly enough.
"What does this have to do with anything? Better yet, what does this have to do with me?" I asked.
His smile left and I felt whatever hope I had previously—plummet. "The Exsanguis was banned from all wizarding use before even Ollivanders itself came to be known. It was so horrible, that even the most evil of wizards agreed to never use it, for they didn't want some one to turn and use it on them. All that was needed was a drop of it to infect the entire body.
"So the Ministry of Magic burned all copies of its recipe and holds all traces of it origin and whereabouts. It was never to be mentioned again except for in the classroom, but no information, aside from its makers and what it did, was to be given. Letting that much out was suppose to scare away any one from the idea of making it.
"But, somehow, (through a leak in the Ministry, I believe), information on the Exsanguis has gotten out. We are unaware as of who has this information, but we do know that someone has it." He was looking quite grave.
I was shocked, I knew the Ministry had its flaws, but to let this slip out… "But what does this have to do with me?" I asked again.
"Normally this wouldn't be about you at all, except for whoever has this information is dead set on using it on you…" his voice trailed.
My jaw hit the floor, I was more irritated than surprised, "What!? Why does anyone want to kill me!?" I asked, standing from my chair.
He raised his hand in efforts to shush me, "Ms. Malfoy, I understand completely as to why you are outraged, but you must realize the stakes at hand. Your life is in grave danger and despite all the labors we are going to make sure that nothing happens during and out of term, that doesn't change the fact that someone means to kill you," he told me plainly.
I sat back down. Someone wanted to kill me? I knew that I had enemies, partially because of my parents and my friends, but I never knew that it was so bad that someone wanted me dead. Well, whoever it was could just bring it on. I wasn't about to let my fifth year at Hogwarts be ruined because some Voldemort wanna-be was going to pretend I was Harry Potter.
The Headmaster seemed to know exactly what I was thinking, "Ms. Malfoy, I wish for you to use your head on this issue, you can't go running around and play detective trying to find out who's done what and solve this little crime. You're one of the brightest students in school, I can only hope you'll use some of your wits in this matter." He was quite stern on the fact. That tiny twinkle he had in his eye wasn't there and I felt that if I didn't do what he wanted, the consequences would be worse than actually drinking the Exanguis.
I nodded my head ruefully, he just took all the fun out of my year.
Of course, the Headmaster may have many eyes in many places, but he doesn't have them everywhere. If I accidentally go down the wrong hall to get to class and somehow find myself looking for this and that, it can't be helped, now can it? But the Professor had to believe that I wouldn't, so, with great amounts of sorrow, I said, "I understand Professor, no roaming the halls, no sneaking out at night, no looking for clues, no having fun…" I couldn't help but add that last bit. It made it sound so much more believable.
Dumbledore smiled sympathetically at that, "Ms. Malfoy, I in no way mean to hinder your fun. You will find that there are many more mysterious and secrets of this school that you can discover. All I ask of you is that you stay on school grounds at night, any other rule you wish to break, for the most part, is fine by me. Though realize, it is only by me; if Professor McGonagall, Snape, or any of the other professors find you doing something you shouldn't, I can't be held responsible for how many points are taken," he said, sending me a wink.
I smiled, nodded and went to leave, but he stopped me, "Ms. Malfoy, one more thing…" I turned back around to face him. "I request that you keep this between you and me…the only others who know of this information are Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape and they will not breath a word of it to anyone else. So I ask that you do not as well. I fear for what might happen if any of the Mr. Weasleys found out…" But he was still smiling, which made me feel a hell of a lot better.
"Alright Professor, no one is to know, I understand!" I replied, and with that, trotted down the windy stairs, to tell everyone (minus Mum and Dad), the news.
Saturday, July 27th
Tory's POV:
I was hoping the next few days would be exciting and eventful, unfortunately that wasn't on the agenda. All my favorite men: James, Dominic, Orlando and Warren, had neglected to do their summer work and were planning on coming up with some cocked-eyed excuse as to why they didn't have it with them, but Professor McGonagall had overheard them when she was doing one final check of the Gryffindor Common Room and insisted that they get it done immediately. Which left me with squat to do.
Nera was already at home with the Girls' Dorm and all of Hogwarts for that matter. She found plenty of things to do, seeing is how the only time I ever found was at night and by then she'd manage to wear herself out and fast asleep. Probably dreaming of chasing mice and anything else cats dream of.
I wondered through the halls, hoping to find something, hell, anything to do, unfortunately nothing was jumping out at me. I sauntered my way to the kitchens, knowing perfectly well how to get there. Misma, the appointed "boss" elf was hard at work. She was quite unique, for house-elves; she liked to be in charge, shout out orders, and she didn't like it when people came to ask for food. Unless you were on her list of select few. I, unfortunately, was not. She and I actually didn't get along very well at all, but she loved James to pieces and she didn't want him to be upset, so she usually gave me food, as long as I brought up his name. I personally think she was a little sweet on him, which was creepy, in its own way.
She saw me come through the portrait and immediately glared, "What can I do for you?" she asked in a snooty tone. She was very well spoken for a house elf.
I tried to keep my patience with her, "I was just wondering if you had a spare piece of fruit I could have. I'm a bit hungry…" I said.
She curled her lip in distaste, "Why are you here so early?" she asked, raising a hand to stop another eager elf from giving me my request.
All right, so this was going to all business? Fine, then I can play just as well, "Dumbledore wanted to see me ASAP, so I came. Now can I have my fruit?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
She looked me over, "You obviously aren't wasting away to nothing, I see no reason for you to have it…" she shot back.
I sighed, rolling my eyes, "Fine, I'll just tell James that you wouldn't let me have it…he can go hungry," I said, turning to leave.
"Wait!" she said, grabbing the apple from the other elf. "You never told me that Master James was here!" she was trying to contain a smile.
I turned, "I didn't think I had to. He's up in the Common Room now, finishing his summer work, which he so forgetfully neglected to do. He asked me to get him something to eat," I lied to her with ease. It probably helped that I truly despised her.
She gave me the apple, "You give that to my Master James and tell him it was from Misma! You'll tell him won't you?" she asked, nearly pleading.
I smiled, "Of course." And with that, left, taking a bite out of the apple the minute I got out of the portrait.
I continued walking down the halls, humming a tune from the Canadian group Sum 41. They had gotten me hooked on the drums and I loved their music. Without realizing it I started singing, quietly at first, but getting progressively louder, "Don't tell us to behave, I'm sick of always hearing 'Act your age.' I don't wanna waste my time, become another casualty of society. I'll never fall in line become another victim of your conformity. Back down," my voice was getting much louder than I planned and the next line didn't help in the least, "Because you don't notice at all we laugh when old people fall, but what would you expect with a conscious so small? Heavy metal—"
"Ms. Malfoy! Would you cease and desist!?" a voice said angrily from behind. I slowly turned around, noticing that I was sweating much more than I was a minute ago and saw Professor Snape standing behind me, holding his left ear. I went to apologize, but he cut me off, "I don't know what you were singing, if, by the way, you can call it that. That horrible, gargling noise that was leaving you mouth. Some of us like to listen to something that is somewhat soothing to the ear, not something that has the effect to shatter the eardrum," he said cooly.
Ouch. That hurt. Hell, that was even below the belt. I knew I wasn't much of a singer, but that was hardly necessary. "Sorry Professor, I didn't realize that you were behind me…" I said, trying not to say something rude back.
"Yes, well, maybe because you were too busy listening to your own racquet to pay attention to your surroundings…" he said back, but not as rudely as before, so that was fine by me. He kept walking, past me and to his classroom, which I didn't even notice I was near. So I followed. "What do you think you are doing, Ms. Malfoy?" he asked, not bothering to turn around.
"Following you," I said, stating the obvious.
He let out an annoyed sigh, "I realize that, but why?"
I shrugged, "Dunno, I have nothing better to do…"
"Then go follow someone else." He stated plainly.
I didn't, I kept following him. Despite the fact that Professor Snape was an old, stingy man with thin black greasy hair and big nose that like to stick itself where it wasn't welcome, he was extremely intelligent for all his years and it was fun to debate with him. Then, I remembered, "…The only others who know of this information are Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape and they will not breath a word of it to anyone else…" Words of Dumbledore himself.
Snape knew someone wanted me dead, and if the Headmaster didn't want to tell me any thing about this, maybe I could reel it out of Snape. Time to go fishing. "Professor?" I asked curiously.
We had reached his classroom, he walked up to his desk and started looking over papers, ignoring what I had said. If at first you don't succeed, try, try again…and that's exactly what I planned on doing if he kept ignoring me like this. "Professor?" I said a little more urgently this time.
He sighed, looking up, "What is it Malfoy, if you didn't realize I was trying to ignore you," he was already aggravated and the fun hadn't even started yet.
I smiled, "I know, but something just popped into my head and I needed to talk to you about it!" I said. He just looked at me, not saying anything, so I continued, "I've talked to Professor Dumbledore. I know why I'm here!"
That was supposed to make his eyes widen in surprise and he was suppose to say something like, "I'm sorry Ms. Malfoy, but we can't speak of such things." Instead he went back to shoveling through his papers and said, "Is that all?"
I looked at him with complete shock, "That's all you have to say? Someone is trying to kill me and that's all you have to say!?" I demanded.
He looked up, "We don't know that it's just you, so don't think yourself special," he said. Noting my blank look, he continued, "Whoever has the information of the Exanguis has been sending threatening letters to the Ministry of Magic for the last month. Each time there's a target listed in the letter and it's been different every time. At least for the first two and a half weeks, then you're name was on a letter. You're the youngest target, all the others have been people who work in the Ministry or someone at least graduated from Hogwarts, you're the only student named. And after the letter with your name, every other letter coming in has been your name. That's why the Ministry and Dumbledore feel that you are in the most danger," he explained.
"Does my mother know?" I asked. If she knew, why hadn't she told me?
Snape shook his head, "No and she won't until this afternoon, the Headmaster felt that it be best if he told her himself."
"Why?" I raised an eyebrow. Mum wasn't some walking lump of tears; she wouldn't break down with that kind of news. Hell the woman's eyes didn't even water in my third year when I was nailed straight in the head with a rouge bludger and Madame Pomfrey told everyone she didn't think I would wake up. Mum just told them I was too stubborn for that, "Just give her a day or two and she'll be up." Is what she said. And because she's Mum and knows everything and is never wrong, the next morning I was up and about; I had a killer headache, but I was at least up.
"Because," Snape's voice pulled me back from my wondering thoughts. "You're letter came right after hers," he said.
I didn't believe him. "You mean—"
"I mean you're mother is also a target."
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Wow, sorry this took so long, I have Final Exams this week! AHH! It's been hell, but I only have two more! YAY! Then school's over and I have summer track, and I'm touring with a play, and I have to go to five different track clinics, and I have to teach at three different clinics, and…you know I just realized that my summer might be more packed than my school year…? That sucks…Grrr…
Any way, hope everyone likes it. See ya when I see ya.
Peace out
Angel
