To Harry Potter, who had grown up living a life a misery, time had always seemed cruel. When he was wounded, it seemed to take an eternity to get through a single day. When his uncle or cousin was mad at him, it felt as if time slowed down. And yet in Number Nine and at Hogwarts, time seemed to soar by without even bothering to look back at what had been left in its wake.

And this, perhaps, was the cruelest thing of all.

A little over two months had passed since Harry and Tonks had departed from Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, though it didn't seem nearly as long to either child. After the initial week of new discoveries, meeting new people, and learning new things, a routine began to form.Harry would wake up around 5 in the morning, pondered where his friend Solieyu was, then proceeded to get dressed and walk down to the common room. Here, he would wait for Tonks to wake up - usually well over an hour and a half later, if not longer.

Few to no other students in Ravenclaw were ever up at the hour Harry was. He had run across a few of the older students asleep in the common room, slumped over massively-long sheets of parchment, but nobody was ever awake...Except for him. He spent his quiet time - the first he had ever really known - thinking about where his life had brought him. If someone had told him at the beginning of summer where he would be by October, he would have wondered what mental condition the speaker was in. But then, nobody ever talked to Harry, as he wasn't allowed out of Number Four, Privet Drive.

Looking back, it was quite a miracle that Harry even knew how to properly read and write. Though he tried to force out as many of his childhood memories as possible, the boy could never recall anyone ever teaching him. Perhaps, he thought one morning, it was simply because he was a wizard.

Harry thought of a lot of things during these quiet morning sessions in the common room, though a few kept repeating in his mind. First,
there was Tonks. Every Saturday evening - sometimes Sunday afternoon, depending on homework - was spent practising Harry's latent talent. It was harder than Harry had realized, however, and the most progress he had made thus far was to change his eyes from a brilliant emerald green to a rather sickly sea green. Tonks was always encouraging, however, and seemed more excited about the lessons than Harry did, it it were at all possible. Harry hadn't missed the way that she looked at him at times, either. She would wait with baited breath as he screwed up his face in concentration. She would peer extra close to check the color of his eyes after he made an attempt. And she never let his subpar showing get her - or him - down.

Harry couldn't really blame her enthusiasm, though. He had gone to the school's library late in September and found a few passages in various books about Metamorphmagi. He wasn't that surprised to read of just how rare they were. Only a handful seemed to show up every decade or around thereof and it seemed all but impossible to teach someone the skills of one. It just simply didn't work out. But Harry continued trying, as he was positive that he was slowly but surely making progress. And, for some reason that he couldn't quite place,
he liked seeing Tonks' eyes light up whenever he did something new during training.

That was one of the things that kept recycling itself into Harry's mind. The other was his mysterious, quiet friend Solieyu. In the time that Harry had been at Hogwarts, he hadn't seen Solieyu go to bed OR wake up. Harry was sure that the boy had to sleep sometime and often wondered whether he did so in the hospital wing, where he seemed to spend a good portion of his time. Solieyu was a strange one, indeed.
He was rather shy and very polite to almost everyone he met. He didn't seem to like the thought of physical violence, though he had once shown that he was quite good at keeping himself from being harmed.

The first week of October, Fred and George Weasley had struck yet again. This time, Draco Malfoy seemed to be unable to go anywhere unless he jumped and twirled about like a ballerina. Unfortunately, the twins couldn't have timed it any worse, as Harry, Tonks, and Solieyu (for once) were heading for the Great Hall to eat. The Ravenclaws crossed path with the spinning, prancing Slytherin and his baffled entourage in the worst of ways. Namely, Harry's group wasn't paying attention and Malfoy had practically leapt into Solieyu's arms.

In a second stroke of foul luck, Professor Snape had just wandered up from, presumably, the dungeons. He caught sight of what was happening and had Malfoy unjinxed shortly thereafter. Stomping off to search for a certain pair of Gryffindors after that, Snape left the Entrance Hall. Of course, by this point, Malfoy was livid. And, as he had leapt into Solieyu's arms, the pale boy was the target of his rage. He had raised his wand and started to let off a bluish hex that Harry didn't recognize. Solieyu, however, had proved to be faster than he looked, leaping off to one side and landing in a crouch. The burst of blue light flew past and struck the nearest wall, which promptly sprouted a set of buttocks.

This continued on, with Solieyu dodging Malfoy's hexes and jinxes, for almost a full minute before someone in the crowd had seen fit to let Professor McGonagall know what was happening. It had been rather amusing to see her tote the blonde off by the ear. After she had, the crowd that had slowly gathered began to disperse. Solieyu dusted himself off and shook his head. Seeing the incredulous looks on his friends' faces, he had blushed and lowered his head, murmuring something about abhoring violence and needing to know how to get out of the way of things.

Neither Harry nor Tonks had pushed him on this, though they had spent time after one of their training sessions wondering about it. Tonks eventually settled that, since he seemed so weak, he needed to know how not to get hit. But Harry wasn't satisfied with this. The other boy's movement had flowed almost, if Harry had to settle on a word, gracefully. And he hadn't gotten the least bit flustered until after the one-sided duel had ended. No, something was being hidden from them. And, though he respected his friend's privacy,he wanted to get to the bottom of things.

The third and final thing that always seemed to come up when Harry was left alone with his thoughts was his fame. He still couldn't see what the big fuss was. He had found Daily Prophet clippings in some partially-hidden books in the school library about the end of the Dark Lord's reign, but he simply couldn't grasp why everyone was so keen on him. After all, he had just been a baby at the time - it wasn't as if he had defeated Voldemort on purpose. He probably hadn't even been aware that his parents had just been murdered.

Tonks was growing to hate Harry's fame as well. It all began shortly after the second week of October had started up... Slowly, but surely, girls had started coming up to Harry to try and talk with him. A few blokes had chatted him up as well - Ron, in particular, seemed to try wheeling Harry away from everyone else so that they could talk - but the girls outnumbered the boys by at least five to one.

And it wasn't just other first years. Harry had been chewing on a final bit of apple as he and Tonks had left the Great Hall one morning when he had been approached by a sixth-year Hufflepuff girl. After a good deal of stammering, she had kissed Harry on the cheek, and thanked him for saving her Auntie Patrice, whoever that was. Harry didn't understand one bit... and Tonks had looked as if she could have mauled the Hufflepuff girl, given the chance.

It was sweet, really, to have someone else looking out for his sanity. Though Harry's wasn't entirely sure why Tonks seemed to want to keep him away from other girls, he was still thankful to have her there.If he didn't know her better, he thought that Tonks might have been a bit jealous of the other girls. He tried not to think on this for too long, however. Girls, Tonks included, were still a complete mystery to him. One, he had thought one morning, that he would probably never be able to work out.

And, though it didn't come around very often, Harry couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong with Terry Boot. Ever since the incident involving the supposed giant dogs on the third floor corridor, Terry had been acting very cold toward both Tonks and himself. Terry would speak in snipped tones with Harry and tended to only glare at Tonks. Harry had nearly shown Terry what Malfoy had gone through back in Diagon Alley one night, but Tonks had managed to stop him.

"He isn't worth it." Tonks had whispered, her arms thrown around his midsection to keep him from stomping back over to Terry. "Don't get in trouble over that git being himself..."

"He insulted you! And your mother!" Harry had hissed back, glaring daggers at Terry, who had backpeddled when he saw the look in Harry's eyes.

"Us Tonks women can take care of ourselves, mate. Don't get your knickers inna twist over him. Besides, it wasn't even a creative insult. C'mon, Harry...let's go back to the corner. Show me what you found about werewolves..." Tonks had murmured into his ear.

Harry had backed down, but he had kept close watch on Terry the rest of the day, oftentimes sneaking a glance up from his book - When We Were Werewolves - A Dark Creature's Memories of the Second World War. Though it was quite an interesting read, Harry just hadn't been able to focus on it. Tonks kept close, trying to get Harry's mind off of things by asking him various questions about the book. To an extent, it had worked. Harry hadn't tried jinxing Terry into the afterlife when he had gone up for bed that night, anyway.

And now? Now Halloween was just slightly over a week away. Harry was growing ever more confident in his skills as a wizard, even if he was just working with beginner spells. Whenever he wasn't working on an assignment, Harry tended to wander to the school's library. In his short time at Hogwarts, he had taken to spending evenings reading over in his favorite corner of the common room. Oftentimes, Tonks would sit around and talk with him as he read, though she kept trying to pull him away for the odd game of Exploding Snap every once in awhile.

On this night - the 23rd - Harry was busy talking with Tonks about a possible Halloween prank on Malfoy. After the first week had been over, Fred and George Weasley had held off on another prank for nearly the rest of the month. Malfoy seemed to just be getting his cocky attitude back when the twins had charmed a duck's bill onto his face, making him quack quite angrily whenever he tried to speak.

Then, halfway through October, they had struck again. This time it had been at breakfast. This time, one of the blonde's own stunts had been used against him - he had sprouted an extra set of buttocks from his forehead after taking his first swig of pumpkin juice.

"I'm tellin' ya, it'd be hilarious!" Tonks said, bouncing excitedly on the arm of the chair Harry was in.

"You can't honestly want to look like the great git..." Harry said, shaking his head.

"'Course I don't! But c'mon, Harry... think about it!"

Rolling his eyes, Harry replied, "Oh, I'm thinking about it, alright. And, quite frankly, it frightens me."

"Where's your sense of adventure?" Tonks asked, pouting slightly.

"My sense of adventure probably got sucked out of me when I asked not to be stuck in either Slytherin or Gryffindor." Harry said, dryly. "Look, it's not that it wouldn't be amusing... I'm just worried about what they might try to do to you."

"Aw, don't worry. I can take care o' myself, Harry." Tonks said, nodding firmly.

"Yes, well, that's a given." Harry said, smiling crookedly. "But even so... Crabbe and Goyle aren't exactly scrawny. I don't doubt that you could waffle Malfoy upside the head, but those two...? I dunno, Tonks."

"You an' Leon could hang back and watch! If anything goes wrong, you both can rush in and play the hero." Tonks said, nudging Harry with her shoulder. "C'mon, it'll be great! Especially if we can get the twins to keep the bloody ponce out of the Great Hall for awhile..."

With a sigh, Harry shook his head. "Alright, alright... I can tell that I'm not going to win this argument. I know when I'm beat."

Tonks let out a victorious whoop, squeezing Harry tightly before hopping off of the chair's arm. "Great! I'm gonna go practice for a bit - I'll see ya later, alright?"

Harry rolled his eyes again, waving her off. The girl rushed off to her dorm just as Solieyu was walking up. "What was that all about?" He asked when he was near Harry.

"Oh, she wants to try impersonating Malfoy for Halloween." Harry explained. "Y'know, to further the pranks where Malfoy's been proclaiming his infinite love for his henchmen."

Solieyu frowned in thought, then let out a shudder. "She wants to make them think that Malfoy'd let himself be turned into a girl just to go out with them?"

"Something like that. She would've done it anyway, even if I hadn't agreed on it. She's quite stubborn when she wants to be..."

"Indeed."

"So, where've you been today, eh? Haven't seen you around."

Solieyu flopped back into a nearby chair, stretching out before saying, "Well, first I was up in the Hospital Wing, getting a potion to help me sleep tonight. Then I decided to see why there was a crowd forming down at the lake... apparently, the giant squid was trying to do launch out of the water and do a backflip or something. Then I almost got waylayed by everyone's favorite Slytherin... managed to avoid him, though it took me out of my way..."

"Busy day." Harry commented, raising an eyebrow.

"Quite."

"So, planning to come hang out with us on Halloween?" Harry asked, looking around for a book to bury his nose in.

"I don't see why not." Solieyu replied, smiling. "I've nothing better to do..."

"Excellent! I suppose we need to work over a plan of rescue, though, in case Tonks' idea flops. Any suggestions?"

"Mm, I'm not sure. I assume that Malfoy will be getting detained somewhere while she does this?"

"That's the plan." Harry said, shrugging. "She's going to go ask the twins if they can intercept him... though why she thinks that he and his goon squad will be seperated to begin with is anyone's guess."

"We could always try food to settle them down. I've never seen them decline sweets, after all..." Solieyu offered.

"Hm... true. I suppose we could do that to start things off... try and calm them down before they get really riled up. I'm just glad we know some basic stunning spells now... might come in handy some day."

"Indeed. Well, if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to go turn in early. Maybe I'll be able to sleep through the night for once." Solieyu said, smiling wearily. The boy stood up, nodded once to Harry, then turned and walked off for the stairs.

"Maybe." Harry murmured to himself, watching his friend go. "Doubtful, but maybe."

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Unbeknownst to anyone, Harry had been feigning sleep until past midnight for the past two weeks. The reason being that he was tired of Solieyu not telling he and Tonks what was wrong with him. His mind simply wouldn't let him go to sleep until after the other boy had slipped out of the room. Harry had been keeping a sheet of parchment under his covers and wrote down when Solieyu had been sneaking out of the dorm.

It was always after midnight and before one in the morning.

Of course, Tonks had found the parchment a week after Harry started doing this. She often rummaged in his bag for a share quill, usually because she wasn't very quick in the mornings and forgot to pack properly. She had bugged him the rest of the day until he had given in, tugged her aside, and whispered his plan to her.

Two days after their discussion on Tonks' Halloween prank, it had been decided - they would follow Solieyu out of the Tower as quietly as possible. Harry had immediately rushed to the library and looked for any books that might be useful in stealthily following someone. He had found something almost at once, though the instructions seemed too far above his head.

But that hadn't been much trouble, either. He had simply gone up to one of the older girls that he had seen smiling at him from time to time and asked her. Harry, Tonks had said after witnessing the event, could be very conniving at times. He had practiced up in his dorm for the remainder of the day until he felt comfortable enough with using it.

Right on track, Solieyu sat bolt upright in bed. His gaze went around to the other four boys in the room. If nothing else, Harry had gotten quite good at merely looking as if he were asleep. Moments later, Solieyu slipped out of bed, padding over to the window in the room and gazing out. He stood there for just a few seconds before frowning and returning to his bed, opening his trunk and getting dressed as quietly as he could.

Solieyu tiptoed across the room. The only noises came from the deep breathing of three boys and the loud snoring of the fourth. Timing his moves with the snores, Solieyu was able to open the door and slip out without making a sound.

Harry, still dressed in his robes, slipped out a moment later. He drew his wand and aimed at his shoes, performing the silencing spell that he had picked up. After a brief test, Harry rushed over to the door and, doing as Solieyu had, slipped out quietly.

Checking to make sure Solieyu wasn't still around, Harry carefully made his way down to the common room. Just inside the stairway that led to the girls' dorms, a voice squeaked, "Harry?"

"Yeah, I'm here... Leon pass by?" Harry asked quietly, looking around the room again to make sure.

Tonks, also fully dressed, hopped into the room to stand next to Harry. "Yeah, 'bout a minute before you did. You really think he's goin' to the hospital wing at this hour?"

"Probably. I just want to make sure. It'd make me feel a bit better. I dunno, Tonks... it seems like something's seriously odd here. I just can't place my finger on it..."

"And it's drivin' ya crazy?"

"Exactly. Here, let me cast the silencing charm on you..."

Harry pointed his wand at Tonks' feet this time, spinning his wand for a split second before giving it a jab and murmuring the incantation. A little sparkle of dull, grey light shot out and hit Tonks' shoes. She bounced a few times to make sure it was working properly. "Good job, Harry. Now then, shall we?"

"Yes, let's." Harry nodded. The two ran across the room and through the path that led to the back of Walter's portrait. When they reached it, Tonks called out in a forced whisper, "Oi! Oi, Walt! You still up?"

A startled snort came a moment later, followed by the old wizard coughing. Once he composed himself, he murmured, "Indeed I am..."

"We wanna get out!" Tonks said quickly.

"Oh? And why is that?" Walter asked. "Students aren't normally allowed out at this hour."

"Harry's feelin' sick!" Tonks said, shooting Harry a grin. Taking this as a cue, Harry let out a pitiful groan.

"C'mon, Walt..." Tonks pleaded. "You don't want him to spew over the back o' your portrait, do ya? Think of the smell!"

"Oh, good heavens!" Walter said, spluttering. "Are you sure he's that ill?"

"Nnn...Tonks, make him hurry up! That chicken I had for dinner wants to come back up for another go!" Harry moaned, putting a hand to his forehead and striking a melodramatic pose.

"Oh, alright, alright! Just go straight up to Madam Pomfrey, do you hear?" Walter's voice said as his portrait swung open.

"Wouldn't have it any other way." Tonks murmured. Putting an arm around Harry's shoulders, Tonks made the effort of helping the act on. She helped Harry walk along, the two pausing every few seconds as Harry puffed up his cheeks briefly, then made a show at swallowing very hard.

Once they were out of the old wizard portrait's sight, however, they took off in a dead run. "Damn it." Tonks cursed. "He held us up longer than I thought he would! We may never find Leon now!"

"Oh, we'll find him." Harry said, determination in his voice. "If it takes me the rest of the night, I'll find him."

But it didn't take the rest of the night. In fact, it only took until they had reached the Entrance Hall. Rushing to stare up the center of the spiral staircase, they saw Solieyu two floors above them, moving at a rather leisurely pace.

"He should be a lot further on than that..." Harry said, brows coming together. "Why's he moving so slowly?"

"Maybe he really is tired an' just can't get to sleep... I was laid up for about a week once with some disease I could never say right. Made me all groggy, but it gave me insomnia at the same time... I walked around in a bit of a daze..."

"Yeah, well, he wasn't in a daze when he left." Harry said, watching his friend ascend the stairs. "You know, he's done strange things off and on when he's gotten up..."

"Whatcha mean?" Tonks asked as the two began to slowly creep up the main staircase as well.

"Well... last Tuesday when he got up, he was reaching around in his trunk for his clothes or something, and all of a sudden, his hand jerked back as if it had touched something hot. Tonight he went to look out the window for a bit... had a bit of a strange look on his face, too..." Harry explained, casting the odd glance up to make sure that Solieyu was still on the move.

"Weird... wonder what was in his trunk..." Tonks pondered aloud.

"Dunno... was too dark and I wasn't in a good position to see, anyway." Harry said.

Suddenly, Tonks stopped moving. Harry was a few steps ahead of her, lost in thought, before he realized that she wasn't next to him anymore. Turning around, he saw that she was staring at something just behind him, mouth open in horror.

Wincing, and quite sure that their friend had backtracked and was behind him, Harry slowly turned. But nothing was there. Then, from the ground, a soft growl came. Looking down, Harry saw what Tonks had looked so spooked about.

"Mrs. Norris! Crap, run!" Harry hissed, spinning around and running back down the stairs he had just climbed up. Tonks unfroze a moment later and joined him. Right when they hit the third floor landing, Mrs. Norris let out the loudest cry that either of the two had ever heard.

"Bloody hell, how'd Leon get past him?" Tonks growled. "He had to've passed by her!"

"Forget Mrs. Norris, we almost figured it out! It was one floor above us and that bloody cat stymied us!"

"'Stymied'!" Tonks said, incredulously. "Stop using words I don't know!"

"Sorry. Oh, hell, listen!"

The two kept running, their footfalls making no noise whatsoever. This allowed them to hear the noise of someone chasing after them even clearer.

"Door ahead!" Harry hissed, pointing. "Inside!"

But when they reached the door, it was locked. Swearing under her breath, Tonks fumbled around in her robes, grabbing her wand. Quickly growling, "Alohamora!" the lock popped open. She and Harry flung the door open and slipped inside, shutting it as quickly and quietly as they could manage.

The room was dark - frighteningly so, almost. There were no windows, there were no torches. Nothing lit up the room and, though they had been running around the castle at night, things were still illuminated somewhat. But not in this place. Outside, Argus Filch followed his cat up to the door that Harry and Tonks were pressed up against from the other side.

"You sure 'bout that?" Filch grumbled. "That's the second pair in as many months... can't be in there, Norrie, you know that. We'd be missin' the other two if that's what happened last time... last I checked, we still had all the grubbly little brats..."

Mrs. Norris pawed at the door, letting out an annoyed 'meow.'

"I think we should take y'to Poppy...see if she knows what's wrong with your nose..." Filch scowled. "C'mon, I ain't got time to be standing here... I didn't hear anyone running from us, anyway..."

Slowly, ever so slowly, the caretaker's footsteps grew softer and softer. Harry's head slipped back, making contact with the door and making a quiet 'thunk!' noise as it did so. "Safe." He whispered. "Where are you?"

"Right next t'ya, you silly sod." Tonks grumbled. "Why's this room so bloody dark, anyway? Here, hang on... Lumos!"

Bright light encompassed the tip of Tonks' wand. She smiled at Harry, but Harry wasn't smiling back. Instead, he was staring off toward the other side of the room, gaping like a goldfish. Frowning, Tonks stepped closer and whispered, "Oi, what's wrong?"

"He was right..." Harry gasped out, his eyes growing as wide as saucers. "The idiot was right!"

"Who was--" But Tonks turned her head to follow Harry's gaze. And she, too, saw what 'he' - whoever that was - had been right about.

Staring back at them from the other side of the room - which wasn't very far away - was the large and angry-looking head of a dog almost as dark as the room itself had been. Patting around on the door behind him, looking for the handle to get out, Harry whispered, "I can't believe that idiot was right... handle, Tonks! Help me!"

"R-right!" Tonks said, slowly reaching back for the door and feeling around.

But then, slowly, another big, black head rose up from the darkness that lingered. Shortly thereafter, a third rose up. And that's when Harry and Tonks saw what was really in the room. It wasn't one big dog. It wasn't three big dogs. No... it was one big dog with three heads. Three heads that looked very, very mad at having their sleep disturbed.

"Tonks... Run." Harry said. He grabbed her by the arm with one hand, yanking her to his other side as he threw the door open with his other hand. The three-headed dog charged as he did this, barking up a storm. Harry and Tonks barely got out before it reached them. It had been so close, Harry had felt the thing's breath hit the back of his neck.

Quickly spinning, Harry relocked the door and slumped down to the ground, a hand over his heart. Next to him, Tonks was doing much the same.

"Let's be thankful Filch didn't lock it back up..." Harry said, the fear in his voice evident. "We would have never survived..."

"We almost didn't anyway..." Tonks said quietly. "...We can't let Terry know that we've seen... he'd never let us live it down..."

"Yeah... Hey, are you alright? Sorry for grabbing and pulling you so hard..."

"No, no, I'm fine, just... just a bit..."

"Yeah, me too." Harry said, shutting his eyes and letting his head rest against the stone wall.

"Filch is way too fast for an old man." Tonks murmured.

Harry nodded, then sighed. "We need to get back to the Tower... and, luck and fate willing, we won't meet those two again."

"Or Leon."

"Or Leon." Harry agreed. that would be rather hard to explain.

"Mission failed?" Tonks asked, getting back to her feet and holding a hand down toward Harry.

"Mission failed." Harry agreed again, taking the hand and getting back up, as well. As they made their way back toward Ravenclaw Tower,
Harry cast aside a smile to his friend. Tonks frowned. "What've you got to smile about, eh? You just nearly got eaten by a huge dog with three heads!"

"Exactly. I won't have to act like I feel sick when we get back. I'm sure I'll still look the part..." Harry said. "It feels like I've got two adam's apples still..."

Tonks simply rolled her eyes. "The question is... WHY was there a big, three-headed dog in there? What's the bloody purpose of having something that could kill you in a school!"

"I'll add it to all of the other questions I can't figure out." Harry said, darkly. "This is more than I was ready to handle... I just wanted to figure out whether or not Leon really has insomnia and nightmares..."

"We'll both be having plenty for him and the rest of the whole Tower at this rate." Tonks scowled.

"Nightmares or not, I just want to crawl back into my bed right now. I doubt I'll sleep, but..."

"Safety."

"Yeah..."

"So... rule number one, we don't tell anyone what happened. Rule number two, we definitely don't tell Leon we were trailing him. And number three... we never, ever, go back into that room." Tonks said.

"Agreed."

"Right, Walt's just up ahead. Hunch over a bit there, Harry. Might as well make this believable again.

And with that, Harry and Tonks slipped back into Ravenclaw Tower, given only a slightly unreadable look by the portrait guarding the entrance. It was going to be a long night for both of them.

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Author's Notes: And there's your delayed Chapter 15! Blame Nintendo and Game Freak for releasing another Pokemon game right in the middle of First Year! It was all their fault, I tells ya! ... Well, okay, them and a bit of writer's block. But once I sat down and ran over what I wanted to happen, things seemed a bit clearer to me. So now I go to rest my eyes and my hands. Stupid videogames, making my arms ache.

I hope no one minds me jumping ahead a month and a half or so. After the first week, I felt the schedule was fleshed out enough that it didn't need anymore exposition. And besides, I wanted them to see Fluffy, I wanted them to chase Leon, and I wanted to set up Halloween.

Now Halloween shouldn't take over a week to get out because I've got EXACTLY what I want to happen in some notes I made. The speculation on Leon continues, it seems. Does he merely have insomnia? Is he something more? Am I leading you all along only to point and giggle in your faces when I reveal the truth? Look INTO THE FUTURE to see!

... Um... Right, nevermind.

Anyway, you should all know what's coming. We've got a Troll loose in the castle. But things are just a bit different this time around.
This is no slow-moving beast out wandering... this thing is severely ticked off... But why? Well, you'll just have to come back and check that out for yourselves, now won't you?