Chapter 5: Late night Requirements

"She's not mad at me is she?" Hermione asked Ron as they watched Ellena falter then join Logan at the Slytherin table.

"I've already told you 20 times, she not." Ron told her.

"Well then why is she over there, again?" Harry asked, agreeing with Hermione.

"Actually," Ron started, lowering his fork and leaning in, "I think it was something that I said." Ron replayed for them the conversation in the common room, her sudden fidgety behavior, and complete avoidance of his question as to what had happened that brought her so close to Logan.

"It was weird, she was like a different person for about 30 seconds, then she changed the subject and went back to normal." He explained

"Something really bad must have happened." Harry thought out loud. He understood about sensitive pasts.

"Well she can't be mad at you, its not like you knew." Hermione said reassuringly, "She's probably just nervous it might come up again."

"Yeah, your probably right." Ron said, trusting Hermione's opinion.

They dropped the subject and moved on to lighter topics while enjoying their dinner. After they saw Ellena leave and retreat to the Dorms, they figured this was a good idea, and followed suit.

When they reached the common room, they noticed that she had already gone up to bed. Harry and Ron started a game of chess, while Hermione did homework by the fire with her cat balled up at her feet.

Ellena's kitten The King of England (Logan had told her about Draco's suggestion and she agreed happily) had found his way to Ron and started meowing and pawing his leg until Ron finally agreed to pick it up.

"Bloody cat" he mumbled under his breath, but looked quite comfortable with it in his lap as he scratched its head, making the King purr loudly.

As Hermione was finishing up her homework, she heard a tapping at the window, and looked up to see a fat black and brown owl waiting patiently. Seeing how neither Harry nor Ron acted like they had noticed it, Hermione pushed,

"Are you going to get that?" your closer." She said to the boys.

"I'm busy" Harry answered, starring at the chessboard, face screwed up in concentration, while rubbing his chin as if the answer would come quicker this way.

Hermione let out an obvious annoyed sigh, and got up to let the owl in. He flew over to the table in front the couch she had been working on, and dropped the letter. She picked it up and saw that it was addressed "The Trio".

"Who's it for?" Ron asked only partly interested.

"Us three" she said opening it.

"What's it say?" Harry asked, now paying attention.

Hermione read out loud:

"Hey Guys, I'm calling out a little meeting so at 10:30 come to the room of requirements and bring Ellena with you. See you then. Logan"

"A meeting about what?" Harry asked, wondering if she left anything out.

"It doesn't say," she answered, handing it to him.

"Well, go get Ellena then, its 10:15 now." Harry said "Our game is almost over, it shouldn't take much longer for me to loose" he said unhappily.

"Alright" Hermione climbed the stairs and walked into the dorm to find Ellena completely passed out. She felt bad waking her up, but Logan obviously had something important to discuss.

"Hey Ellena?" Hermione said leaning over her. Ellena opened one eye, saw that it was Hermione, and closed it again. After a pause responded groggily, "What?"

"Logan wants all of us to meet him, he says we have stuff to discuss." She explained.

"What a jackass" she said under her breath as she sat up, "alright, I'll change and be down in 5." She said.

"Ok, we'll be in the common room." And with that Hermione left the dorm and walked down the stairs.

Ellena wondered what Logan thought was so important that they had to discuss right now. She got up and changed into coal gray slacks that were a little loose, so they hung extra low on her hips, and a dark pink t-shirt with Marylyn Monroe's face stenciled in black on the front. She decided to leave her hair the same; her curls had loosened, making it wavy instead, and she hadn't removed her makeup before bed, so now it had a subtle look. She slipped on her turtle flip-flops, walked downstairs, and saw Hermione waiting on the couch while Harry and Ron wrapped up a game of chess. As she walked over to them, she saw the blue-gray fuzz ball in Ron's lap.

"Oh my god! He likes you! I think you're the only guy he hasn't attacked" she said amazed.

"He wouldn't leave me alone" he said, petting the kitten behind the ear making it purr loudly.

"That is the cutest thing I have ever seen," she said happily making Ron's ears turn a light shade of red.

"Are we going or not?" Hermione asked impatiently.

"Just a minute, I'm so close to winning." Ron said, starring at the board. He made his move, "Check" he announced, waiting for Harry to defend himself. Harry started to move his king to safety when he heard Ellena stop him.

"Wait!" she reached her hand out, but then paused asking, "May I?"

"Be my guest." Harry said curious to see what she saw. She grabbed one of his pieces that he had forgotten was even there and with a grin moved it. "Checkmate" she said happily. Both Harry and Ron leaned in closer to the board to inspect her move.

"Thanks" Harry said gloating.

"How did you know to do that?" Ron asked perplexed. Ellena shrugged and answered, "My Brother taught me how to play when I was little." Then turned to Hermione and said, "I'm ready, lets go see what he wants." And they all headed out of the portrait hole.

They entered the room of requirements to find it looking quite comfortable. The walls were deep blue and had a stone fireplace on the far wall with a roaring fire. There were two royal blue couches facing each other with an off-white coffee table sitting in-between them. The unoccupied couch was covered in silk pillows, of all different warm colors, and the couch sat so deep that if they sat all the way back, their legs would stick out in front of them.

In the middle of the opposite couch sat Logan, who had his head bent in concentration over a map of the school. Just as they walked in, Draco emerged from a corner of the room, carrying two cokes. He sat down on the couch opposite Logan and handed over a coke, while opening the other one for himself.

"What is he doing here?" Harry asked angrily. Logan looked up only knowing their presence after hearing Harry speak.

"I told you, he's helping so you guys are just going to have to play nice for now." Logan said addressing the last part to both the trio and Draco. Harry and Draco were holding death glares with each other, and Draco was about to make a snide remark when Ellena spoke up,

"Wait, this is about the party? Some of us were asleep. What could possibly make this more important then sleep. You know I love sleeping, its what I do the most." She said annoyed.

"Come sit and ill explain." He said.

Ellena took the lead and sat in the middle of the couch next to Draco. This caught Ron's attention, and he quickly moved to sit on the other side of her. Hermione followed suit, and sat to the left of Logan, directly across from Ron, leaving Harry to sit on the right of Logan, across from Malfoy.

Ellena got more comfortable and pulled her legs up, crossing them on the couch and putting a pillow in her lap. Logan grinned and informed her, "Those pillows showed up when you walked in." "That's because they remind me of sleep, you know, since that was what I was doing before you made us come down here." She said bitterly, but secretly loving these pillows more then the ones on her bed.

"So what's this about" she asked, returning to the point of why they were there.

"Well, I got our supplier but no way of actually getting it here unnoticed." He explained, tapping his coke and then popping it open. Ellena and Draco were on the same page as Logan, but Harry, Ron and Hermione gave him questioning looks.

"Supplier for what?" Harry asked. Draco snorted and leaned back on the couch. "Honestly Potter, are you that naive?"

Ellena turned to him with a warning look and said, "be nice." Then turned to Harry and explained, "he means the supplier for the alcohol."

"Oh" Harry said. He hadn't realized it was going to be that kind of party, but he didn't mind now that he did know. Obviously Hermione didn't realize this either, because she was next to speak up.

"What? We cant do that, we're underage and what if the teachers find out?" She said, she had never done anything like that before.

"Well that's what all this is for" Logan said gesturing around to the papers on the table, and everyone else in the room, "So we don't get caught." He explained. Hermione looked uncomfortable,

"When you invited me, I didn't realize it was that kind of party." She explained to him, then added, "I don't think I'm gonna go."

Draco rolled his eyes and sighed "oh my god" under his breath. Ellena smacked him in the ribs, catching him off guard. So in retaliation, he playfully pushed her to the side, and she took this as a challenge.

"Do you wanna go?" she said holding her hands out questioningly.

"Not in front of the kinds, love" Draco said, turning her challenge sexual and giving her a wink. She playfully gave him a shove and laughing, turned back to the conversation.

"Hermione you don't have to do anything you don't want to" she said in a supportive, no pressure way.

"I don't know…" she said still unconvinced.

"Hey I won't be getting drunk either" Logan said, "I'm just playing host."

"Alright… I guess." She said half-heartedly.

"Anyways" Draco started, waiting for someone else to take it from there.

"Yeah, so I have the supplier from Hogsmead, but we have to pick it up without getting caught."

"Ok, but what does this have to do with us?" Ron asked, before now the only role he Harry and Hermione played in this party was Guest.

"Draco said you guys knew a way to get in and out without getting caught." He said this skeptically hoping that Draco wasn't wrong.

"What makes you think that?" Harry asked quickly, glaring at Malfoy.

"Lay-off Potter, remember third year? I know you were there, don't bullshit." Draco said lamely.

"Malfoy do you always have to be such a prat?" Hermione said annoyed.

"No one asked you Mudblood." He spat. At this both Harry and Ron jumped up ready to kill him. Logan pushed Harry back onto the couch with his right arm, and with his left hand rubbed Hermione's knee for comfort, while addressing Draco,

"Draco, don't disrespect like that. There's no need for it." He said, his tone very serious. Draco held his gaze for a moment, then nodded and looked away.

Ellena grabbed Ron's hand and pulled him back onto the couch. Trying to calm him down, she rubbed his arm with her other hand, and used her thumb to rub the back of the hand she was holding. She leaned in closer to him and said in a hushed voice,

"Just ignore him right now" Ron's hand had somehow left hers, and found its way to her thigh, which he found to be very comforting. He took a deep breath and nodded. He felt her shivering and asked,

"Are you cold?" she nodded in response and added, "I'm freezing"

"Want my sweatshirt?" he offered.

"Yes please!" she jumped at the offer of warmth. He stood up and pulled it over his head, his t-shirt coming up a bit with it, showing off his nicely toned abdomen. He handed the Maroon Sweatshirt to her and adjusted his t-shirt. She quickly pulled it on, and wrapped up in its heat. It was much too big for her; the sleeves came down well past her hands, and if she had stood up, the bottom would have fallen to the middle of her thigh. She brought the sleeves to her face and breathed in deep. "Smells good," she said.

"Thanks" Ron said sitting back down, and taking a chance by resting his hand back on her thigh. He waited for her to push it off, or give him a nasty look, but when nothing negative came, he relaxed and sat back, happily rubbing his thumb back and forth on her leg.

Harry sat there for a second deciding weather or not to reveal what his secret passage. "Yeah I know a couple ways," he said vaguely, giving in to everyone's waiting eyes. "There's a statue on the third floor that has a passageway, leads to the cellar of Honeydukes." He told them reluctantly.

"Perfect" Logan said pleased with this information, "as long as no one comes in the room of requirements while were using it we should be in business." He said rubbing his hands together.

Harry sat for another moment and once again gave in. "I can help with that too." He said, his tone almost sad.

"How?" inquired Logan

"Well" he started, leaning forward, "I have this map of the castle that tells me where people are and what their doing." He explained with pride over his prized possession.

"Holy shit" Logan said in awe. He then turned back to the rest of the group, "Well I guess that takes care of everything. Just make sure and tell everyone about it, and that its 5 bucks a head," he was interrupted by Ellena's protest,

"You're charging? How lame is that?" she said.

"Well do you want to pay for 3 5th's of Vodka in original, raspberry and vanilla, a case of fire whiskey, and 2 bottles of tequila?"

"You forgot the 2 bottles of rum." Draco said.

"And 2 bottles of Rum." Logan added.

"Holy shit Logan. Why so much? I haven't been to a party that supplied since Sumner's beach house." They both started to grin automatically at the memory, but it faded and they grew silent at realizing that Sumner had just been mentioned. Logan tried to cover it quickly by answering her question.

"Just want to make a good first impression." He said. Ellena nodded, but suddenly felt extremely conscious of the fact that Ron was rubbing her thigh. She grew uncomfortable, and pulled away, adjusting her legs, sitting normally with them crossed in front of her. Ron noticed the connection between her statement and her actions, but left it alone for the time being.

"So," Logan continued "Friday after classes are out, us four guys can head down to Hogsmead to pick everything up, and you two girls can set up here." There was obvious tension between Draco and Harry and Ron, but Logan ignored it.

"Sounds good." Ellena said, "Well I'm going to bed, bye." She got up quickly and headed to the door.

"Elle, wait a sec." Logan said jumping up and following her. She turned around with her hand still on the doorknob.

"Are you alright?" he whispered, rubbing both her arms.

"I can't keep doing this, freaking out every time his name is mentioned. I mean did you see me?" she whispered back frustrated, gesturing to where she sat moments ago on the couch. "I said his name, and it made me nervous because Ron was touching me, and all I could think was 'what would Sumner say? What would Sumner do?' There's something wrong with me." She sighed, feeling defeated.

Logan pulled her into a full body hug, "no there's not." He said confidently. "You just need to remember that he's not apart of our lives anymore. It'll take time, but remember, time heals all wounds." He gave her a supportive squeeze, and then held her out at arms length to look at her. " I'm here if you want to talk about it, I mean we haven't really, and I was there…" he trailed off." If you ever need me, you know where to find me." He finished, and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Thanks," she said, she did feel a little better. " I'm gonna go back though. I really am tired." She said as she opened the door and started off to the dorms.

She was walking along the deserted corridors at her own leisurely pace, deep in thought. Her head was down watching the ground, and her left arm was wrapped around the front of her body, supporting her right arm that was propped up so that her hand (which was deep in the sleeve of Ron's sweatshirt) was to her face. She took another deep breath from the sweatshirt, finding the smell comforting.

Her mind began to wonder, and she floated back to the topic of Sumner. If he would have seen her there, flirting with Draco, touching Ron, she could practically predict every move he would make. She started to play it out in her head.

He walked over to her and lovingly took her by the hand, pulling her off the couch, and wrapping his arms around her, gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek.

"We're going head up to bed. See you guys later!" he told everyone happily, and took her by the hand again, leading her away from safety. He wouldn't say a word until they were alone, and behind closed doors, but he let her know he was mad by crushing her fingers that were intertwined with his as they walked. Once they reached her bedroom, he locked the door and turned to her, becoming a completely different person. With rage in his eyes and hate in his voice, he slowly walked to where she waited for it, just standing there, starring at the floor. He put his mouth next to her ear and whisper in a deadly voice,

" If you ever fucking even look at another guy, I will fucking end you bitch." he backed away and with all his strength he backhanded her face so hard it made her entire body collapse to the floor. She tried not to cry, it always seemed to fuel him more, but she couldn't help it, and the tears came. He yanked her off the ground by her hair, and threw her into the wall, pinning her there with his arms, leaving bruises to form on her back, and giving her a migraine.

"Are you fucking him?" he yelled. He said this about every guy, even the ones who just waved to her in the halls.

"No" she whimpered, "no you know I love you. You're the only one for me baby." She tried, begging him. Sometimes this worked, but mostly it didn't.

"Yeah right." He said as he pulled her forward and slammed her against the wall again. "Your such a whore, you know that?" he kissed her roughly, hurting her lips, but she kissed back to try and make him happy. He broke away and brought his right fist crashing into her stomach, while he held her into place with his other hand. She tried not to, but it hurt so much that she cried out in pain. He yelled at her to shut up and then dropped her to the floor. Using the wall behind her as leverage, he kicked her in the ribs, until she could barley breathe.

He stopped for a moment, and the rage left his eyes. He crossed to the other side of the room, ran his hand through his hair, took a deep breath and walked back to her. He leaned down and gently helped her stand back up. He moved to stand behind her fragile body, and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close, and leaned down to rest his chin on her shoulder.

"Do you see what you make me do?" he said it in a disappointed voice.

"I'm sorry. I love you" she replied.

"I need you Ellena. You can't leave me." He said lovingly as he started to softly kiss her neck.

Drying the tears from her eyes she replied, "I would never leave you Sumner. I love you so much." And this made her cry more, silent tears, because she thought it was true.

Suddenly Ellena felt wrap their arms around her waist and put their chin on her shoulder. She jumped and let out a scream, covering her mouth with her hand as her eyes started to tear up. The arms quickly released her and she spun around to face Ron.

"Sorry" he said looking a little hurt. "I didn't mean to scare you." She dropped her hand from her mouth to her chest where her heart was racing.

"o, no its ok, I just…" she broke off, "I was thinking about some stuff and I didn't hear you." She said and walked next to him and linked his right arm with her left. They walked the rest of the way to the common room, through the dim candle-lit hallways in silence, each contemplating different things in their head. Ellena was debating weather or not she was ready to talk about Sumner, possibly with Ron, after all he was getting hit with all her mood swings from memories. Ron was debating weather or not to ask about Sumner. He had felt her whole body tense after she had said his name, and noticed the awkward silence following it, and even though they had been whispering, he heard part of the conversation she had with Logan by the door.

For most people the silence that was between them would have felt awkward or uncomfortable, but it was peaceful between them at the moment, they didn't need to fill the air with pointless small talk.

They reached the common room and turned to each other, doing last second considerations about weather to bring it up or not.

"Well" she started, "goodnight." And at this Ron decided to save his questions for another time.

"Goodnight." He replied. Nope, not ready she thought to herself.

Just then the King of England started rubbing against Ron's leg and meowing, asking to be picked up. This made Ellena smile and she bent down and picked up the kitten holding him closely between her and Ron. Ron reached up and started scratching behind the kittens' ear and it automatically closed its eyes and started to purr.

Ellena laughed and looked up at Ron. He was smiling and his eyes locked onto hers. They both realized how close their faces were to each other, and Ron, faltering for a moment, leaned in to kiss her. Ellena pulled her head back and turned her face slightly to the side. Ron took the hint and pulled out, stepping away. The air was abruptly filled with uncomfortable silence.

"Sorry" he said quietly about to leave

"No, its not you. It's a lot of things. I'm really sorry Ron." She truly did feel bad, she liked him but it still felt too soon for her.

"Yeah…" he said quietly as the portrait opened and Harry and Hermione walked in, chatting happily to one-another.

"'Night." He said as he turned and walked up the stairs to his dorm.

Ellena sighed to herself, as her kitten started meowing angrily that Ron had left. "I know what you mean baby." She told him, as she set him down and watched her kitten hop the steps to Ron's dorm. She said a quick goodnight to Harry and Hermione and left to her room.

She changed her pants for royal blue and white plaid boxers, but kept the maroon hoodie of Ron's on. It was soft and fuzzy on the inside and as she climbed into bed, it made her feel comfortable and safe. She rolled onto her side pulling her knees to her chest and putting them inside the big sweatshirt with her. She stretched her arms out until her hands poked through the sleeves and curled her fingers around the extra fabric, pulling it in to her nose talking another smell. She closed her eyes and she felt good, peaceful.

She imagined that it was Ron wrapped around her, smelling good, instead of his sweatshirt.

This will do for now she thought to herself and right before she drifted to sleep she decided that this was her new favorite piece of clothing.

After Ellena left the room of requirements, Hermione sat there contemplating if she really wanted to be involved with this party. It wasn't as if she was just attending, she as helping plan it, she was setting up for this illegal gathering. Logan had told her that she didn't have to do anything she didn't want. But that didn't give her too much comfort, she already knew how to say no. So she sat on the couch, mulling over her role of involvement, and watched as the meeting ended, and Ellena darted out the door.

Soon after, Ron stood up, said his goodbyes to Harry and Logan, ignored Malfoys' presence, gave Hermione a hug, and retreated to bed.

Harry walked over to Hermione, where she still sat thinking to herself. "you ready to go?" he asked. Her eyes darted up to where he stood in front of her, only know aware of him being there.

"Yeah, lets get out of here." She responded standing up and straightening out her sweater. They made their way for the door, but were quickly stopped by Logan.

"Hermione, can I talk to you for a second?" he called from the other side of the room, where he and Draco had been talking. She turned around, and raised her eyebrows at Harry asking if he could wait. He nodded, so she made her way to where he stood in front of the fireplace. Draco mad his way to the couch, grabbed another drink, and leaning back propped his feet on the table, while waiting for Logan. When Hermione reached him, Logan made sure that no one could hear them as he asked,

"Are you ok with all this?" he looked genuine in his question, not annoyed which made Hermione happy. Normally she would have straight out told him that she wasn't but she just couldn't. She didn't know why but she responded,

"Yeah definitely, I just didn't know there was going to be alcohol there, but now I do, so, yeah. No Problem." She was a terrible liar though and this over confident statement allowed Logan to see right through her. Instead of calling her a liar or asking a dozen more times if she was sure, he simply cocked his head to the side, and gave her a look that begged for the truth. After a pause Hermione sighed and shifted around, crossing her arms and said,

"Fine. I don't know that I am ok with this. I mean its obvious you and Ellena do this kind of thing all the time, but I never have and I'm not to thrilled about the idea of helping, because if we do get caught, then I will for sure get expelled, and I know that probably doesn't mean anything to you but for me, that's a big deal. AND I don't want to drink, because its so pointless. I mean what could possibly be so entertaining about a bunch of people becoming clumsy and stupid and then throwing up. I guess that's what you Americans do for fun, but here, we don't really need it." She finished surprised by herself. She had no idea where all that came from, and she was embarrassed that she had blown up, causing her cheeks to flush, and her to grow quite and watch the floor.

Logan stared at her for a moment dumbfounded. He was expecting to have to coax the truth out of her, not to have her spill it all at once like that. He smiled at her honesty and innocence.

"Hermione, its not a big deal. If it bothers you this much, its k you don't have to help, you don't have to drink, you don't even have to come. I mean, no doubt you'll be missed, but its 100 percent up to you. I thought you wanted to be there I didn't know it was a dilemma for you. And just so you know, I had friends back home who didn't drink either, and there's nothing that I see wrong with that. Do what makes you comfortable." For some reason, Logan giving Hermione this much of an option, made her more comfortable with not using those options. It was good to know she didn't need to do anything to impress him. She thought about it for another moment and giving another sign she shook her head and agreed to come,

"No, I'm just being paranoid I guess. I know that its always my choice, I guess I was just nervous about what you would think." Again she admitted this, completely in the dark about why, and again Logan was taken aback.

"Did you think I wouldn't be your friends if you don't drink?" he asked in an almost hurt voice.

"No! No that's not it, I just thought you would think I'm uptight, and boring or something." She said this while watching the tip of her shoe admittedly.

"Look I already like you. Your fun to be around, and I don't think you're uptight. You shouldn't worry about what other people think." He informed her.

"I didn't until you came here…" she mumbled under her breath. He pretended not to hear this, and pulled her into a hug. They stood there holding each other in front of the fire for quite some time, before Hermione whispered into Logans ear

"How do you keep doing that?"

"Doing what?" he asked back

"Saying exactly what I want to hear." She explained.

"It's a gift," he explained, "I'm just amazing." Hermione let out a laugh, then pushing out of their hug said, "I'll help Friday."

"Are you sure? You don't have to." He checked just to be positive.

"Yep, don't talk me back out of it." She warned as she made her way back to Harry, who looked uncomfortable with having to stand by the door with Malfoy sitting comfortably in front of him.

"I'll see you two tomorrow!" he called as they left the room.

"Bye" they both replied, closing the door.

Logan joined Malfoy, flopping down on the couch opposite him and kicking his feet up on the middle table. Draco just stared at him, no expression on his face for a couple minutes before Logan decided to bite.

"What?" he asked

"I don't get it." Draco finally answered, "What do you see in her? I mean what does she have that the rest of the girls here, especially the purebloods, don't?" he asked, frustrated in Logan's choice of women.

He sat there for a moment, meeting Draco's gaze, then leaned forward, elbows on his knees and said, " I don't think you would get it."

Draco was a little taken aback by this, and took it as a challenge "Try me." He said, leaning forward to match Logan.

Logan, smirking now, answered, "Ok. You want to know what she has that other girls don't. She's got a mind. She's got one hell of a mind. And she speaks it, she doesn't let people push her around, and if she's not ok with something you know it. She doesn't try to impress people, like most girls do. And she's really smart, and I think that's attractive." Happy with his answer, he opened another coke, leaned back and added, "Plus she's hot, and she doesn't seem to know it, so she doesn't act like it."

Draco just continued to look at him. It was true Granger didn't let people push her around, and she does speak her mind. And even though he would admit it out loud, in his head he agreed that she was attractive. But that didn't matter, she was a bitch and a muggleborn, and that canceled everything else out.

"Whatever." He said getting up and giving up on this argument for the time being. "Personally I think Ellena is a perfect choice."

"And why is that?" Logan asked

"She's gorgeous! But not arrogant, and feisty, she's doesn't take crap from people. And she's playful and cute. And she is really smart, but not in a nerdy way." He explained.

"Oh, so basically, she has all the good qualities I just listed about Hermione." Logan said smirking.

Draco thought about this statement for a moment and realized that Logan was right. "Shut up its different. Plus Ellena has that hot accent."

"So does Hermione"

"Only to you. Now shut up, lets go." He said annoyed that Logan was right again.

They left the room of requirements, both still thinking about their conversation. Maybe Draco thought She's not a total bitch.

A/N: ok so i have one more short chapter before the party! everyone review please!

poorpadfoot: thanks for your review! i was getting discourged, but now i know at least 3 people are reading it! :) hope you enjoyed this chapter.