(*Howls* Back Again? Miss me?)

Okay…?

"I hate her!" Raoul exclaimed.

Gary nodded. "She has some problems."

"Some problems? A bit of an understatement heh?"

"Did you see how hard… and where she kicked Ralon?" Raoul asked wincing.

"Yeah, apparently he had one black eye, three broken ribs and… well… got hurt pretty bad there," Gary answered.

"I don't think even her own…"

"Will you stop mouthing about her!" Jon shouted in a sudden out burst. He had been sitting silently and watching his two friends for the last ten minutes. "If it's not one thing you're complaining about, or mooning over, it's another!" And with that, he stormed out of the room.

Raoul and Gary started at the door for a few minutes in complete silence before Raoul asked, "Is it just me, or is he having serous mood swings at the moment?"

Gary didn't reply. All he did was shake his head in wonder.

*

Alanna walked out of her room and locked the door. There was no way in the world she was going to leave it unlocked after the little tiff with those guys. They were a lot bigger than her and they might sneak into her room and do something, not that she couldn't take them on or anything, it was just… she had some valuable things in her room, like her mother's necklace for instance, and she didn't want anything to happen to it.

Where to go, where to go? Well there was no use going to the gardens because you-know-who would probably be there and she would probably run into Delia and Lucinda if she went down to the stables, so Alanna decided to go for a walk indoors. Maybe she could discover a new place where no one could annoy her. That maybe impossible, but it would be worth a try.

So stepping lightly down the hall Alanna turned left instead of right and headed into a new place of the palace.

*

Thom sat quietly at the desk in his room, working silently on a parchment Sir Myles had given to him. It was quiet easy. All he had to do was read it though, place the figures in his mind, divide the ages by the amount the numbers gave him, calculate the difference between the armies numbers, add it to the total number, round it off to the nearest hundred, find the square rote of the number of the dead, and then take it from the total number and half it.

It should only take him a few minutes, twenty at the most.

There was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Thom asked angrily. He really didn't want to be disturbed right now.

The person knocked again.

Thom let out an angry sigh, slammed his quill (is that what they use?) onto the desk and went to open the door.

"Hello," Thom muttered as he opened it and felt something hard smash into his nose. "What the bloody…"

The fist went straight into his nose again.

Thom backed away from the door. "I think you can stop now! You've broken it already." Trying to keep the blood was pouring from his nose from getting onto the floor.

"This is for being such a show off!" The person spat. The voice was unmistakably like Ralon's. He punched Thom in the stomach.

"This is for thinking you are to good to fight with us!" Ralon growled at kicked Thom behind the legs to make him fall to his knees

"And this is for having a smart-arse prig of a sister who is a sl**!"  He shouted a punched Thom one last time in the head.

Thom fell to ground.

After a while Ralon started to get a bit worried and tapped him with his foot. Thom didn't move. So with a small yelp, thinking he had killed him, Ralon ran from the room and didn't look back.

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Sorry about everything taking so along, along with not being able to put things on! Annoying huh?

Well that's all from me, have to write another chapter.

Oh and 'you-know-who' isn't Voldemort, it's Jon.

That's all for now…

~Missed ya~

           *~Whitey~*