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A/N… I just wanted to say thanks to the people who have reviewed. There aren't many, but it made me pleased to see that at least a few people read my story and enjoyed it so far. Cookies to you all. I would also like to apologize for the long wait. This is a long chapter, and I've rewrote it two times. I just couldn't get things out the way I wanted them to be shown. But, I think I finally got it right. Third times a charm, right?
Quidditch, Dreams, and Detention…Chapter three
The first two weeks of October were filled with talk of Halloween and Quidditch. The first quidditch match was going to be on Halloween; Gryffindor versus Slytherin. The rivalry between the two houses was as strong as ever. When James (being the Captain and seeker for the Gryffindor house team) wasn't busy strategizing for the match, he was busy playing pranks on the Slytherins with the rest of the Marauders, or dueling with Snape. Lily lost hope for James. She had figured that James had forgotten about their talk in Hogsmeade already, and hadn't tried at all. He was being as arrogant as ever. The only think he did stop was calling her 'Lily-flower.' For that she was grateful.
By the last week, the pranks and dueling got worse. Seventeen people were sent to the hospital wing, one more serious then the next. Two were from Ravenclaw, four Hufflepuffs, six Slytherins, and five people from Gryffindor. Most of them were innocent bystanders, but the majority of the Slytherins and Gryffindors were people from the duels. Sirius was in the hospital wing for a day due to a duel with his cousin Bellatrix Black from Slytherin, but she got the worst of it. She was knocked unconscious for three days and wasn't allowed to play in the upcoming Quidditch match (she was a chaser).
On the morning of Halloween, everyone in the Gryffindor common room was ecstatic. The glow around James was as bright as ever with him being in all his glory. Even Lily couldn't deny that he was the best quidditch player in the school, and she wouldn't be surprised if after he graduated he was recruited to a national team. But even with James smiling and listening to people praise him or wish him good luck,, there was a look about him that Lily couldn't really place at first. She saw the usual look of pride and determination, but she could have sworn she saw a hint of nervousness in his face while he poked at his breakfast for a minute or so before he started to eat it.
"Lily?"
Lily looked up to look at Erin seated next to her, "Uh? Oh! What Erin?"
Erin looked at Lily slightly shocked; Lily usually didn't drift off out of conversations unless they were about her. "Did you hear what I said?"
"Sorry, no. What were you guys talking about?"
Erin was about to tell Lily what was being said, but Heather interrupted, "I told you she wasn't listening. She's been staring at James for the last six minutes!" Heather said all this fast and a bit excitedly, but not very quietly. Granted she wasn't screaming it, but it was loud enough for James to hear his name and look over.
Lily felt a slight, a very slight, blush creep to her face. When she spoke, she spoke in a quite growl, "I wasn't! And keep your voice down!" As Lily spoke, she felt people looking at her. She didn't have to turn and look who it was though; she knew it was the Marauders. Over the years, she had developed a talent of knowing the stares of the Marauders. She could always tell if one of them, or all of them, were looking at her. Lily could even tell which one it was that was looking at her. She would get a different feeling for each of them who stared at her. Lily expected that that talent was the only divination that worked. She was far from being a seer, but one tends to learn the gazes of four people who would look at her constantly.
"Oh come on Lils! Just admit it, we caught you!" Heather spoke much softer that time.
Lily was still looking at her. "You know what Heather? I wasn't staring at him," Lily lied, "but even if I was, you were counting the minutes. How pathetic is that!"
Heather didn't seem deterred by this at all, in fact, a smile grew on her face. "Your right Lils just like always. But there's something more pathetic then me counting the minutes."
Lily's left eyebrow went up, "Oh? And what is that?"
"You denying that you were staring at him." Heather added simply, "For six minutes."
Lily just shook her head, rolling her eyes, and she went back to eating her breakfast; the Marauders, Heather, Erin, and Tiffany still watching her.
After breakfast, the four girls went back up to the common room. Nearly everyone was excited and couldn't wait for the match, therefore no homework was being done, and the room was far from quite. Most of the people were either playing a game of some sort or talking incessantly about tactics that the Gryffindor team should take against Slytherin.
By 1:00 all of the Gryffindors who were in the common room had started to head down to the quidditch pitch. The game was to start at 1:30. Lily and her friends sat with the rest of the Gryffindors. Remus Lupin had sat near Lily like he usually did when Gryffindor had a match. James and Sirius were both on the team and Peter was the commentator.
At the precise time, 1:30, Peter Pettigrew started the announcements and introductions of the teams. (A/N I don't really like Pettigrew, but he was James' and crew friend, therefore, he will have a part in my story. I'm not going to make him in the story as little as possible, but he won't be the favorite Marauder) Peter lacked skill in quidditch, but he loved the game, and he had the social skills and the knowledge of quidditch to be one of the best announcers there was. "Introducing the Slytherin team: Nostrum, Lestrange, Motes, Malfoy, Bellagrand, Keetes, and replacing Black, Carlton!" As the seven players in green robes came out there were loud cheers from the Slytherin house, but boos from the others. It was clear that Gryffindor was the favorite of the two. Once the crowd settled down a bit, Peter's voice rang through the stadium again, "NOW FOR THE GRYFFINDOR TEAM," most of the crowd broke into loud cheers and Peter had to yell as loud as he could to be heard, "SMITH, MULLIN, GRANT, ANDERSON, HINTERS, BLACK, AND POTTERRRRRR!" Seven players in scarlet rooms ran to the middle of the pitch and waved and cheered with the crowd until James stopped and started walking towards the center circle where Madam Hooch and Lucius Malfoy already stood.
Madam Hooch, the flying instructor and the quidditch referee, gave the rules to the two captains. After a brief minute or so, Potter and Malfoy shook hands; James with a grin on his face wider then the Cheshire cat's, and Malfoy with a cold sneer on his face. Even from the stands, Lily could tell that they were trying to break each others hand. The minute they dropped each others hand and went to the side with their respective team Madam Hooch yelled, "Mount your brooms!" All the players did so, as did she, and she blew her whistle.
"AND THEY'RE OFF! GRYFFINDOR IN POCCESSION. HINTERS HEADING TOWARDS THE SLYTHERIN KEEPER. WATCH THAT BLUDGER! HINTERS SHOOTS, AYA, SHE MISSES! KEETES BLOCKED IT. CARLTON HAS THE QUAFFLE, SHE'S HEADING TOWARDS….OH! SHE DROPPED IT! NICE BLUDGER SIRIUS!"
Lily drowned out the commentary. She found it just as easy to watch the game and interpret what she saw on her own, rather then listening to others. Sirius and Charlie Grant were all over the pitch hitting bludgers, Thomas Motes and Lucius Malfoy also flying everywhere trying to protect their teammates. Lily watched all the chasers throwing the Quaffle back and forth, each team taking possession of it before the other team could shoot. The keepers actually looked kind of bored. The seekers were soaring above the rest of the match scanning for the tiny gold ball that was the Snitch. Lily held her attention to James for a moment. He always had a look of determination on his face when he played Quidditch, but at the same time, he looked as though he was in pure bliss, like he knew that the air was where he belonged. That was one thing that Lily admired about him, although she told no one, not even Erin. She liked how when he was playing in a match, he forgot about nearly everyone and didn't try to do anything special, just what he was born to do. After a minute or two of Lily staring at James, she heard Peter yell, "SCORE! 10 TO 0, GRYFFINDOR!" Lily was slightly shocked that she missed seeing a goal, but it didn't really bother her. She figured that she would see lots more. And she did. Within 10 minutes, Gryffindor scored five more goals and Slytherin scoring one, making the score Gryffindor 60 and Slytherin 10. The match was action packed, and very dirty; as of all the Slytherin/Gryffindor matches.
After about 20 minutes of idle flying, James began to fly down close to the ground. He must have seen the snitch. Morris Bellagrand, the Slytherin seeker, looked slightly bewildered, but as James flew past him at top speed, he too started flying down at top speed. Bellagrand was right at the end of James' broomstick. They were flying so fast and they looked as though they were heading straight into the ground. Lily watched excitedly, like everyone else, but she also felt rather nervous. She was sure that if the two seekers didn't pull upwards anytime soon, they would crash right into the solid ground. Just then, at the last possible moment, James pulled up and Bellagrand, realizing too late, crashed hard into the ground. "JAMES POTTER JUST PULLED THE WRONSKI FIENT (sp?)! BELLAGRAND DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING!"
Along with Peter's cries of glee, the stadium erupted with cheers and chants, even Lily was cheering for James. 'That had to have been the most brilliant thing I have EVER seen!'
About ten minutes later, James dived again. This time though he only dived down towards the middle of the stands. He flew fast and dodged bludgers and other players quickly. When he evened out, he flew even faster and reached out his left hand as far as it would go. He was right in front of the audience, at eye level, chasing after the snitch. Once he caught it, the game would end, Gryffindor winning 240 to 70. Lily saw a look of triumph on James' face before he even had his hand closed around the snitch and when he did catch it, the look of triumph turned into his huge grin and he raised his left hand up in the air, showing everyone the small ball trying to flutter out of his clutched fist. All houses, save Slytherin house, cheered loudly as all the players headed back down to the ground. But before James flew down to join his teammates, he smiled his dazzling smile once more, and winked at Lily. As he flew down, Lily shook her head, but she was smiling. She watched James and the rest of the Gryffindor team huddle around each other and congratulate one another. She also saw James pocket the snitch.
By 3:30, Lily and her friends were back in the Gryffindor common room. They would have been there earlier considering that the match ended by a quarter to three, but first they had to fight the crowd to the field, so they could congratulate their house team, and then they had to manage their way back out. Lily was glad to be back in the warm common room, as were everyone else. Being outside in the late October weather for about two hours wasn't all that fun. It was cold and very damp; everyone was literally soaked by the time they got back into the castle.
The first thing Lily did when she got back was go change into dry clothes. Mostly everyone else followed suit. When she got back to the common room at about 4:45, it was rather quite for just beating Slytherin. There were a few people playing games, a few talking about the match, some actually doing homework, and the rest were either down at the Great Hall being early to the feast, or still getting changed and warmed up.
Lily went over to one of the big plush armchairs by the fire and took out her book. She was reading for some time before she was interrupted with a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to face who it was, but no one was there. She figured that it was just some little first year playing a joke, so she went back to reading. Then she was tapped again. Lily turned around once more and no one was there. She checked behind the chair to see if someone was hiding, but still no one was there. When she went back to reading her book she felt eyes watching her. She turned around again and no one was there, "Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew, WHAT do you want?!?" There was silence, no one answered her, but she did get a few odd looks from other people in the room, because neither Sirius nor Peter could be seen anywhere. Lily looked around sheepishly, slightly embarrassed, but she still felt Black's and Pettigrew's stares. The next time she spoke to the seemingly empty spot behind her, she spoke in a quieter voice, "I know you have Potter's cloak!" When no one answered her, she let out a sigh and rolled her eyes while returning to her book, 'They are making me crazy!'
That's when she heard a voice in her ear. "How do you know about the cloak?!?" Lily didn't even have to turn to see who it was. She recognized the smooth voice as none other then Sirius Black.
Without looking up from her book Lily answered simply, "Because I know everything."
From the corner of her eyes, Lily saw Peter and Sirius appear and walk in front of her. Peter looked slightly nervous. Lily never really understood why the other Marauders were his friend, due to the fact that he was so different from them. Peter was a lot quieter than and not as smart as the rest, but he wasn't a complete idiot. He did have quite a few tricks up the sleeves of his robes. He also wasn't as good looking as the rest of them. He was the shortest of the four and a bit round. Granted he wasn't the worst looking boy Lily had every seen, but he wasn't as striking as the others. The only thing going for Peter's looks were his round boyish face and watery blue eyes. "How did you find out?"
Lily looked back up, "Common sense. How else would all off you go about the grounds completely unnoticed all the time?"
Sirius and Peter gave a quick glance at each other and grinned. "You have no idea Evans." Sirius could be just as bad as James at times with his cockiness. "Why do you think that it's James'?"
Lily raised her famous brow, "Isn't it?"
"Yes."
"I thought as much."
"How do you always figure out everything?"
Lily smiled at this, "I'm a prefect, it's my duty."
"How did you find out who's the cloak was?" Sirius smiled again, "Have you been watching ickle Jamesy-boy?"
Lily rolled her eyes, "NO!"
Sirius looked back to Peter quickly before he spoke again, "That's not what Remus told us today."
"Oh really!?!" Lily said obviously faking interest in the matter, "What DID he tell you?"
"That you were staring at James during the game."
Lily hadn't exactly expected that, but she was ready, she was always ready when dealing with any of the Marauders. "Well Black, being the fact that Potter is the seeker, one tends to watch him when he chases after that little gold ball to see if he catches it considering if he does, it's the end of the match."
Sirius, still smiling, "Oooh, you are a clever one Evans," he said sarcastically. "You know what I mean."
"Obviously I don't, and I doubt this is way you interrupted my reading. So what is it that you want?"
"Well, McGonagall gave us permission to have a party after the Halloween Feast and she wanted us to tell you along with the other prefects."
"Very well." Lily went back to her book, but the two boys didn't leave. "Is there something else?" Without saying anything, the boys left. 'I guess not.'
At 9:00, after all were fed and watered, the party in the Gryffindor common room had just begun. It was wild like every one of them. The Marauders had gotten food from the kitchen and had gotten lots of Butterbeer, but from where they wouldn't say. Lily had a feeling that they had snuck out to Hogsmeade somehow due to the fact that none of them had showed up to the feast.
Lily and Erin were sitting together talking to a group of seventh years. Lily rarely talked to any of them, but Erin had always socialized with everyone. She liked to know what was going on and loved to hear gossip, but she was usually loyal and hardly spread the rumors. Unless of course the rumor was absolutely true and she had proof or she just really didn't like the person and didn't care. But in this case, Erin wasn't talking to find out gossip, she was interested in one of the boys; Tommy Anderson. Tommy was the keeper for the Gryffindor quidditch team; he was also the only seventh year on the team. He would've become captain being the oldest on the team, but he was passed over because James had been on the team longer. Tommy had taken over the keeper position in his fifth year when Alex Wood graduated; James has been on the team since his second year. Lily didn't understand why Erin found Tommy attractive and interesting. He was a complete opposite of Erin from what Lily could see. Lily thought that he looked a bit unwelcoming. His eyes were a very cold grey and he always seemed like he was observing everything. Whenever Lily had seen him, he was usually not talking but listening to everyone all at once. Lily thought that she might have heard him speak maybe a total of 10 times within her six years of being at Hogwarts. Another thing about Tommy that unnerved Lily was the scar he had over his right eyebrow. It was a single slash that could have been caused by anything but Lily heard that whenever someone asked him about how it was caused, he refused to talk about it.
Erin was talking to him for some time before he responded. Lily however hadn't noticed. She wasn't listening at all, she felt a bit out of place talking to the group. Lily didn't like to talk to people she didn't know very well unless she had to, so she just sat there thinking about nothing in particular. She was completely unfazed by everything going around her until she felt a pair of eyes staring at her. She recognized the gaze of James Potter. When she turned around to face him, she rolled her eyes. He turned around so he wouldn't be caught staring at her, and he went back to talking to the group of girls around him by the drink counter. The rest of the Marauders were close by as well. Sirius was standing next to James in the group of giggling girls, Remus was on an armchair talking politely to a girl who seemed more interested in him then he was in her, and Peter was chatting happily to two fifth year girls just outside the circle where James and Sirius stood. Lily looked back at Erin who was still talking to Tommy, and she noticed that he was talking back. Now Lily felt even more out of place so she decided to excuse herself.
Lily walked over to the drink counter to get herself a butterbeer. It was slightly difficult to make her way there through all the people standing around talking or dancing but she managed none the less. When she reached the counter, James and Sirius both left the group of girls (who didn't seem happy at all with them leaving).
Sirius grabbed a cup and James got a butterbeer with a smile. While he poured the butterbeer in the cup, his gaze never left Lily. Whenever he did that, Lily got uncomfortable, and it took all her might not to blush. 'Why MUST he do that!?! Stay calm Evans, keep a straight face. Do NOT blush, at all, that's the last thing you need.'
Finally James handed her the cup, "Here you go."
Lily smelled the contents of the cup; she wouldn't put it passed Sirius and James to put something in it. It smelled the way it should, "Thank you."
"Your welcome me dear."
Lily rolled her eye; she did that a lot when she was near James. "Will you ever give up?"
James laughed, "Why would I give up now? I have you just where I want you."
"I'm sure you do," Lily said sarcastically when she walked away.
Lily started walking back to where Erin and Tommy were just minutes before, but she didn't see them. She gave a quick glance around the room and they weren't anywhere in sight. 'I can't believe that girl! She says she's my best friend, but she leaves without telling me!' After Lily checked the room once more for Erin and still didn't find her, she went over to where Heather and Tiffany were. The three of them and a few other Gryffindors from various years talked and sipped on their butterbeers for the remainder of the party.
It was sometime well after midnight when everyone decided to go up to their dormitories. Lily however didn't go up to hers until around 1:30. She stayed behind and cleaned up a bit; she always felt bad for the house elves if she didn't clean up at least a little after a big party.
Once Lily finally decided that she did enough, she went up to her dorm room. She dug in her trunk for a pair of pajamas and went into the bathroom to get changed. When she came back into the room she noticed two things; Erin still hadn't returned from wherever she was and a small piece of parchment with a lily on Lily's pillow. At first Lily thought that it might have been a note from Erin, but when she got to her bed and read the note, she was completely baffled. All the note had said was, "SWEET DREAMS." Lily held the small ripped off piece of parchment in her hand trying to figure out who it might have been from. Her first thought was of course James Potter. 'He would probably do something stupid like this. Trying to be oh so debonair.' Lily held the paper still looking at it, when she turned surprised slightly. 'No, if it was Potter, it would have been some long extravagant epic or something. He's never done anything simple.' Lily shook her head to try to clear her thoughts. She placed the mysterious note in her end table drawer and laid down in her bed. She closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep. But as try as she might, she couldn't stop thinking about the note. 'If it wasn't Potter, who was it?' That was Lily's final question to herself before she fell asleep.
Lily couldn't fall asleep. She walked over to the window of her dormitory and watched the night sky for a little while. She watched the stars twinkle; the trees sway in the cool night breeze; owls flying around, hunting for its prey, or delivering late night messages. She saw one beautiful tawny owl soaring around, it seemed to be showing off for the others, for some time. She was surprised however when it came soaring closer and closer to her. It tapped on the window and Lily obliged its silent request and opened the window. The owl flew in and landed on one of Lily's bed post and stuck out its leg. Lily walked over to it and untied the red parchment from the owl's leg. As soon as she had done so, the owl flew out of the open window. Before Lily read what was written on the parchment, she went and closed the window. Once she was back by her bed, she unrolled the parchment,
"MY DEAREST LILY-FLOWER,
I AWAIT YOU IN THE COMMON ROOM."
A small smile crept on Lily's face. She placed the note in her in end table drawer and walked out of her dormitory. Slowly she walked down the stairs. When she reached the bottom step her small smile faded, and was replaced with seductive smile. She walked slowly to the couch in front of the fire and sat next to the man who she was called upon. Without saying anything, the man took her face into his hands. Lily was surprised to find them rough, but soft and gentle all at the same time. His hazel eyes were dark with passion and desire, a mirror of Lily's as well. Immediately, they started kissing, passionately. Lily felt delirious. She had never felt such passion before, such want, such need. Her hands were wrapped around the mans neck as his were traveling up and down her spine. Without even noticing it, her hands tangled themselves into his messy black hair, pushing his lips harder into hers. Also without realizing it, Lily had leaned back, and now she was lying down with her feet off the couch, and his body pressed on top of her. She couldn't believe what she did next. She was buckling her hips into him, but that wasn't enough. She wanted more. As if her hands had minds of there own, they untangled themselves from the mans hair and found their way up the front of his chest, under his shirt. The man took this as a sign that he could continue on further. Lily found his hands traveling up under the back of her shirt and back down. He caressed every inch of her back before he moved towards the front. As his mouth traveled down from her lips to her neck, he mumbled something incomprehensible, and she started muttering his name.
"Lily? Lily? LILY? LILY!?!"
Lily's eyes opened at the call of her name. She looked into the faces of her three best friends huddled over her. Erin and Tiffany had a mixed expression of shock and interest on their faces, but Heather had a look of knowing on hers. All at once, the three girls started talking to Lily.
"I knew you liked James!"
"You were dreaming about James!?!"
"James Potter? James POTTER?"
Lily sat up in bed, "SHUT UP!" The three other girls immediately became silent but still had smiles on their faces. "You'll wake up the entire castle!" Heather was still looking at Lily with a knowing look. It was bothering Lily, "And STOP looking at me like that!"
"Like what?" Heather said in defense.
"Like the way you are!"
Erin piped up, "Stop it you two. Must you always bicker with each other?"
"Yes." Lily and Heather said in unison.
Erin rolled her eyes, something she rarely did, and walked over to the vanity. Lily and Heather looked at each other and then both started walking towards Erin, "Sorry Erin." Erin hated when any of the four of them fought. She was an only child in her family, and over the years, Lily, Heather, and Tiffany had become more then friends, but sisters to her. Erin shared a room with them, a life with them. Whenever they fought, she felt like it would break their little family apart, and that was the last thing she wanted, especially with times like these.
"It's fine." Erin looked pleased that Heather and Lily apologized. Now it was time to get back to Lily. "So, Lils, what were all those "James'" about?"
Lily felt her face get red, "I don't know what you're talking about, but if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready for breakfast."
"Breakfast past, its lunch time."
"Oh. Then I have to get ready for lunch." 'And to kill Potter!' With that, Lily went into the bathroom with her clothes and started to dress while she thought. 'I can't believe I just dreamt about Potter! I swear I'm going to kill him when I see him! And forget about wands! I'll do it with my bare hands! How in bloody hell did he manage this!?! I hardly even saw him last night. For Merlin's sake, I only said one word to him at the party!' Lily gasped at what she just thought, "The party! My drink! Oooh, damn him."
Lily finished dressing and entered back into her dormitory. Erin, Heather, and Tiffany looked at her as she stalked over to her end table drawer and took out a peace of parchment and then started pacing the room, muttering, "I'll get him for this. Damn that Potter, damn him to hell."
Heather and Tiffany looked to Erin. Erin got the hint, "Lils? Mind telling us what's going on?"
Lily stopped dead in her tracks and looked at Erin. "He put some kind of potion in my drink last night I'm sure of it!" The three other girls just looked her at Lily, not fully understanding what she meant. "I dreamt about him!"
Heather's face broke into a huge grin, "YOU had a sex dream about James POTTER!?!"
Lily's face grew redder in anger and embarrassment, "I did not! I said I had a dream about him, not a sex dream!"
Heather looked at her and laughed slightly, "Oh come on Lils, it's perfectly normal! Just rather surprising!"
"NO! It is NOT normal, I DON'T like him!"
Erin looked slightly bemused, "Lils, come on now. Don't go mad. It's not like no other girl in this school has had a sex dream about James."
"First off, I don't care about other girls and their dreams! Secondly, if they do have dreams about him, they do it on their own, HE PUT A POTION IN MY DRINK!!!"
Tiffany, who was being fairly quite throughout the whole ordeal, finally spoke, "Now Lils, how do you know that?"
"WHY ELSE WOULD I HAVE A DREAM LIKE THAT!?!"
"You don't have any proof." Heather stated matter-of-factly.
Lily unfolded the red parchment that was clutched in her fisted hands, "Right here! Like bloody hell Sweet Dreams!"
Erin, Heather, and Tiffany looked at Lily, not sure whether to laugh or feel worried. None of them wanted to say anything, for fear of being on the receiving end of Lily's death glare and/or hexes, because that was not a good place to be.
Suddenly, Lily straightened out her robes. With her voice calm, low and deadly she announced, "I'm going down to the Great Hall and have a few words with Potter."
The three other girls now knew what to do, be worried, very worried. Whenever Lily talked like that, she meant it. They had only heard her speak like that twice in the nearly six years they knew her. Once was when she was first called a Mudblood by Bellatrix Black, and the second was when she promised revenge for when Professor Riotous gave her, her first and only zero on a major assignment.
Following Lily out of the sixth year girl dormitory, out of the common room, and down to the Great Hall, the three girls begged and pleaded Lily not to do anything drastic. But Lily had everything planned out in her head already, and there was no changing her mind.
A/N This isn't the whole chapter, but I'm posting it. I've decided to split this chapter into two parts b/c this is such a long chapter. The second part will be posted as the next chapter as "Quidditch, Dreams, and Detention Part two." It will include Lily's encounter with James, and a detention. I'll post the second part in a day or two, after I get some reviews. It's already written, and I'm already working on the next chapter, "His Seeker." :D