Title: Chosen and Shunned
Rating: PG-13 and R at times for violence, language and sexual implications.
Summary: (AU) Kagome was not a normal girl, not leading a normal life. However, when Giles and Spike show up in her flat in London, God seems intent of making her even more abnormal, if possible.Of course, add in the accidental murder of a Death Eater in King's Cross, and Kagome may never get a peaceful day again.
Disclaimer: Copyright for Inuyasha goes to Rumiko Takahashi and this author does not get any profit from this story.
Author(ess): bluefuzzyelf
Chapter Three
Illuminate
"Damn fucking right!" Kagome reached down and drew her gun, aiming it straight between the old man's eyes. The tall redhead cursed and made a move toward her, but just as the other two restrained him, Kagome pulled the other gun and pointed it at him. He settled down.
"Now, you tell me what the bloody fucking hell you just did, and maybe I won't kill you."
A knife appeared in her peripheral vision. "What kind of demons are they and how do I kill them?"
Inuyasha placed a hand on Buffy's hand. "They're not demons." The blonde slayer didn't relax.
"Please, lower your weapons."
The black haired boy moved and placed his wand on the ground. The others followed suit. "There. Now we aren't armed."
Buffy relaxed, and Kagome lowered her guns, but she didn't put them away or flick the safety catch.
"Miss Higurashi, do you think that we might go someplace more, er, comfortable?"
Kagome looked at Inuyasha out of the corner of her eyes. He cleared his throat. "There's a huge spider dead on the floor. That isn't going to go unnoticed."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Don't worry about that. We will take care of it."
The next thing Kagome saw was three bolts of red light flying toward them, three voices yelling in unison "Stupefy!"
"I don't know if this was such a good idea, sir," said Harry as he looked apprehensively at the three unconscious people. Dumbledore turned to him.
"It was necessary."
"Yeah," said Ron, "You saw her, Harry. She was ready to kill us!"
Hermione bit her lip. "She was just scared. She'd never seen magic before."
"Don't be too sure, Miss Granger." Hermione looked at Dumbledore.
"What do you mean?"
The old man smiled secretively. "You'll see."
Mrs. Fig came bustling into the room, placing mugs and a tea tray down, sugar and cream in little pitchers. The pot came next, a hand knitted tea cozy perched on it. It was a horrible puce green.
"There, you are Albus. If you need anything, just call, alright?"
"Yes, thank you, Arabella."
Mrs. Figg left. "Actually," Harry commented, "I was referring to bringing them here."
Dumbledore chuckled.
"I think she's waking up. Professor! She's moving!"
Kagome's eyes fluttered. She heard a voice go "Enervate!" She sat up quickly, bringing a hand to her head and groaning right after. "Bloody hellwhere's the aspirin?"
"Right here." A wrinkled hand held out two little pills. She took them gratefully and swallowed them dry. Then she remembered why she needed the aspirin in the first place. In a move worthy of Wormtail, she jumped over the couch and stood ready to defend herself.
Moving her hands for her guns, she found they weren't there. Panic stirred in her gut.
"Please, do not worry, Miss Higurashi, we are not here to harm. Your weapons have been put away, and you are perfectly safe here."
Kagome peered at the people sitting calmly on poufs. "Where's Inuyasha? And Buffy?"
The girl pointed. Kagome looked and found the two propped up against the wall. She raised an eyebrow.
"We had no couches left," said the black haired boy apologetically. Kagome felt the beginnings of a smile forming. The guy was cute, she had to admit, and around her age. She gave him an appreciative once over. He blushed.
Kagome sat down. "Okay. You have my stuff. You've brought me here under some strange spell, along with my friends and-oh shit, my friends! They're gonna be freaking out!" Kagome ran over to the phone on the end table by the couch and dialed.
"Miroku? Yeah, it's me-no, I'm fine, I think-will you-No! I'm fine! Just go-look, I can take care of myself. Yash and Buff are with me-Miroku! Calm down! I'm fine, I'm as safe as I'm gonna get, Inuyasha and Buffy are with me, albeit unconscious, but what I want you to do is to get your people down to King's Cross and take care of the-what? It's gone? What the hell? How-?" Kagome looked up. "Actually, nevermind, I think I know. I'll call you back, ok? Bye." She hung up. "You did it, didn't you?" Dumbledore smiled.
"Yes. It's all taken care of."
Kagome bit her lip. "How long have I been out?"
"An hour, give or take."
Kagome took a deep breath and sat down. "Okay. Explain."
"You don't want to wake up your friends first?"
"Uh, no. Inuyasha will likely rip the house to pieces and fly out with me, and Buffy would-well, do the same. It's safer with them out of it."
Albus Dumbledore nodded.
Inuyasha groaned. His vision was returning slowly. He blinked, his eyes having a hard time focusing.
"Is it always this hard to come out of it?"
He knew that voice. Kagome. "No, it's not. I'm afraid I don't know why he's reacting this way."
He didn't know that voice.
He sat up. Kagome gasped and fell on her ass.
"Yash, don't do that! You scared me!"
Inuyasha groaned incoherently.
"Here. Have an aspirin."
His eyes closed, he raised an eyebrow.
"Your kind of aspirin." He nodded and swallowed the pill. His head cleared, and he opened his eyes and looked straight into concerned brown ones. Wait a minute. Kagome's eyes were not blue.
"The fuck?!" Inuyasha leapt to his feet. His intense eyes took in all the exits in seconds, and he moved to grab Kagome when she laid a calming hand on his shoulder. He looked at her.
"Don't pull that Neanderthal move, mister." She turned to the people in the room. "See? This is why I didn't wake him up in the first place."
"Kagome," he growled, a clear warning in his voice. She gave him a cheeky grin and pushed him down onto the sofa. "Sit, boy."
Inuyasha glared at her. The feeling of calm around Kagome was palpable, and the demon instincts in him relaxed. He took a deep breath, and an ear under his bandanna twitched.
The bushy haired girl made a startled motion, and stared at his head. Inuyasha didn't notice.
"Where are we?"
"Mrs. Figg's house."
"Who?"
Kagome smiled. "Mrs. Figg. A friend of Albus'."
Inuyasha blinked. "Did you just say Albus?" Kagome nodded.
"I am Albus Dumbledore," the old man said, smiling. "The three young people with me are Ron, Harry and Hermione, respectively."
Inuyasha turned an intense gaze on each of the teens, and they shuddered as one. Kagome broke the odd tense moment by plopping down and putting her feet on the hanyou's lap.
Inuyasha crinkled his nose. Hermione raised a hand discreetly to her mouth to stifle her giggle. Ron shot her a suspicious look. Inuyasha took a deep breath.
"So, what's going on?"
Inuyasha sighed. Why was it always him? He'd been alive three hundred years and already he'd faced Kagome, who'd had powers like he'd never seen; a giant spider, the likes of which he had definitely never seen and the knowledge that there was a giant wizarding community spanning the entire world. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
Kagome seemed to know what was running through his head. She poked him lightly in the side. "Hey, come on, it's not that bad." He shot her an irritated glance from the corner of his eye. "I just found out that there is a hidden community of wizards in the middle of London, not to mention pretty much every other big city I've ever lived in, and I've never noticed them."
"Okay," Kagome said "maybe it is." Inuyasha snorted.
"Why tell us this?" he asked Dumbledore. "You could've justwaved your wands and said 'Abracadabra' and made us forget all about you."
"Well," began the old wizard, "we've heard about you. Your little group is not unknown to us, and the Slayer is much like a legend in our world. When we ran into you, I thought I'd take advantage of our position.
"We need your help. Our world, and yours, is in trouble."
"From what?" Kagome asked.
"From a very powerful and dangerous man named Voldemort."
"A very powerful and insane man, you mean," interjected Harry. Dumbledore's face went sad for a moment as he looked at his young charge, but nodded.
"Yes, Tom is not in his right mind."
Inuyasha cocked his head. "Trouble how?"
Harry snorted. "You know, murder, mayhem, that sort of thing, just on a much wider scale. Bent on world domination, old Voldemort."
Inuyasha snorted, unaware that he sounded exactly like the younger boy. "Typical. They never learn. I mean, how many evil guys were bent on world domination? And how many actually achieved it? Egotistic bastards."
Hermione looked a bit scandalized and Ron rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, he's already come back from the dead once, so he thinks he's invincible," said the lanky redhead. Inuyasha shook his head. "Idiot. So, how are we gonna fight this dude, if he's Mr. Magic?"
Ron chuckled.
"Voldemort has one flaw, at least in his battle strategy. He despises anything muggle, and thus never uses it. His army, deprived of their wands, do not know how to fight. But, if you help us, we will. I was hoping," he turned his piercing gaze on Kagome, "that we could persuade you three to come to Hogwarts to teach the students how to fight."
Kagome blinked. "How old are these guys?"
"The class would only be offered to third years and older."
"Thirteen and up?" Dumbledore nodded. "You got a deal with me." The old man smiled brightly and pulled a bag of sweets from his robes. "Sherbet lemon?"
Harry and Ron dropped their heads into their hands. Kagome laughed and nodded, taking a sweet. Inuyasha declined. "So, I'm gonna teach a bunch of kids how to fight? Oh, dear lord."
Kagome bit her lip to keep from laughing.
"Perhaps now would be a good time to revive your other friend," said Dumbledore. Kagome nodded. "Maybe you should tie her down first though," she said helpfully.
When everyone was informed and Buffy had calmed down, they all trouped back to the flat. Miroku answered the door.
"Inuyasha! Kagome! Buffy! Some old man and three teenagers! I'm so glad your safe! And I'm fine too, I haven't been worrying myself to death over you guys, wonder where you were, nope, not at all. Would anyone like some tea? Ice cream? Fiery death?"
Kagome patted Miroku's arm comfortingly. "Sorry, Miroku, but we had some business to do." Miroku glared at her. "We just came back to pack-" It was the wrong this to say to the irate man.
"Pack! Pack for what? Where are you going? What's going on now? Who is the old geezer and the triumvirate? Will somebody please explain to me what the fuck is going on?!"
"Miroku!" shouted Kagome. He quieted. "Thank you. It's a long story."
"Basically, it goes like this," jumped in Inuyasha. "There's a big ol wizarding community here and they need our help cause some big bad named Voltron is gonna try to take over and kill everyone who isn't with him or is non-magical for his own diabolical reasons. They've asked us for help, and we've said yes, so we're going to this wizard school somewhere in Scotland and see what we can do. We came back to pack."
Miroku promptly sat down on the floor. "Oh. Well, that wasn't too long of a story."
Kagome whacked Inuyasha upside the head. "What?" he complained. She just shook her head.
"I want to come with."
"What?"
"I'm going with you!"
"Miroku, we need you here. You're our contact here, and you can keep us informed about big bads."
"Yeah," Inuyasha interjected, as Dumbledore took a seat, "you gotta stay here. I ain't risking your life too."
Miroku raised an eyebrow. "So why take Kagome too? She's younger than I am, for god's sake!"
"Cause she got the mojo going on," said Buffy at the same time as Inuyasha said "Cause she'd give me a world of trouble if I didn't."
Kagome whacked Inuyasha again.
"Mojo?" Miroku asked, looking at the petite slayer.
"Yeah. The magic."
"She can learn much by being at Hogwarts," said Dumbledore.
Miroku turned to him. "Who the hell are you, anyway? And the three stooges over there?"
Harry snickered.
"I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts. These three 'stooges', as you call them, are Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley."
"Miroku, I'll explain more while I pack. Come on." Miroku followed Kagome to her room.
"I need to talk to the Scoobies. I'll call, and then I can pack." Inuyasha nodded and left to his flat to get ready.
"My dear, that is not necessary. I have contacts over at the Floo Hub, and they can hook your house up to the network."
"Huh?"
"It's a way to travel," said Harry. Buffy turned to look at him. "You throw some floo powder into a fireplace and yell out the name of the place you're going. It'll take you there. Takes less time than broomstick, but more that apparating."
Buffy shook her head. "Ok, I'll use the floo thingy, but no more weirdo magic-y words, k?"
Harry laughed.
Dumbledore sent his message, and soon the network was set up. Buffy grabbed some floo powder than Dumbledore handed her and threw it into the fireplace that Kagome had so luckily installed.
"So I just yell out 'Home'?"
"Yep. Keep your elbow tucked in."
Buffy stepped into the green fire. "Home!" she cried, and was gone in a whirl of green flame.
She arrived in her living room covered in soot and rubbing an elbow. "Note to self: follow the wizard's advice."
"Buffy! What-how-when-why are you covered in soot?" Dawn rushed over to her sister, blue eyes wide. She heard whooshing behind her and quickly stepped away from the fireplace.
"One second, they're coming."
"Who?"
Harry rolled out of the fireplace, coughing madly. "I hate flooing," he muttered. He got up and brushed himself off, subconsciously moving away from the fireplace towards Buffy.
He looked up. "Hi. The others are coming in a second." He caught sight of Dawn and time stopped. He stared at her. She was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen, with big blue eyes and a willowy frame. Her jeans were slung low over her long legs and she stared at him in curiosity,
Harry heard a whooshing behind him but didn't turn. He heard Ron's voice, and the girl's eyes broke from his. Time resumed it's flow.
"Nice place here."
"Uh, Buffy, who're these people and why are they coming out of the fire?"
Another whoosh revealed Hermione.
"Well, I'm kinda helping them."
Whoosh. Dumbledore.
"Do what?"
"Ah, Miss Summers! How do you do?" Dumbledore swept off his hat and bowed to her.
Dawn blinked, her big eyes round. "Uh, g-good," she stammered.
"Lovely, lovely! And the other Miss Summers? Did you get here without any trouble?" Buffy nodded. "Wonderful!" Dumbledore moved to sit on the couch. "May I?" Another nod. He sat with relish and pulled out a bag of sweets. "Anyone wants a sherbet lemon?"
Dawn was whispering furiously to Buffy in the kitchen. "Who are these people? Why are they here? How are you helping them? They sound British, did you find them in London?"
Buffy cut her sister off. "Dawn! Stop. They're wizards, and this magical school that the old guy runs is in danger."
"From vampires?"
"No."
"Then why are you going?" Dawn didn't mean to sound rude, but dear lord, these people were taking her sister away!
"Because that's what I do, Dawn. I help people, and these guys need it. There's this dude called Voltron-"
"Voldemort!" came the voice of Ron from the other room.
"-who wants to take over the whole wizarding world, and then he's going to kill everyone who isn't a pureblooded wizard. That includes regular non-magical people like us. So, in other words, this guy succeeds, apocalypse."
Dawn laid a sandwich on a platter. "Nothing new, then."
"Well, except for the Scotland and wizards thing, pretty much."
"So, they're all magic-y? Like Willow?"
"Definitely not like Willow. Willow does not carry or use a wand."
Dawn peeked into the living room. The kids her age were grouped together, talking quietly. The old man was sitting comfortably on the couch and looked as if he were dozing.
"This is the team they want to stop Master Evil?"
Buffy chuckled.
"Sandwiches!" Dumbledore started as Buffy glided into the room, followed by her sister, carrying a large plate of food.
"Yes!" said Ron. "I thought I was gonna die of starvation!" The bushy haired girl smacked him. Dawn giggled, and the dark haired boy who had caught her attention before looked at her. Her giggles died away. She quickly looked somewhere else and sat down in an armchair.
"I do believe it is time for introductions, don't you?" Dumbledore smiled gently at Dawn. "I am Albus Dumbledore. I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Ron Weasley," said Ron through a sandwich.
"Hermione Granger."
"Harry Potter." Harry blushed a little as he spoke, as if he wasn't comfortable with all the eyes on him. Dawn though it was adorable.
"You know why we're here?"
"Yeah, to sweep my sister off to merry old Scotland and prevent another end of the world. Right?"
Everyone chuckled.
"That is about it, yes, Miss Summers."
"I only have one request."
"Yes?"
Buffy looked suspiciously at her sister.
"I want to come."
"Dawn, no."
"Buffy! I am not a little girl here! I can take care of myself and I want to come!"
"No, Dawn!"
"I believe that the elder Miss Summers is right, my dear. We cannot take you along. We can't risk you getting hurt."
"I risk it every day, I'm the slayer's sister!"
"Dawn!" said Buffy sharply. She settled into her chair with a mutinous glare. Buffy held her gaze a moment longer, then turned back to the others. Harry, ron and Hermione had respectfully turned their attention elsewhere as Buffy and Dawn argued.
"I just need to grab my stuff, and then we can call a meeting. I think it'd be better if they all heard the news in person. Dawn, maybe you can hang with these guys, huh?"
"I'll need to be going back to make a few arrangements myself," offered Dumbledore.
Dawn nodded. "Sure." She was still annoyed at her sister's blatant treatment of her like a baby. Harry smiled shyly at her.
"Is there anymore food? I'm still hungry."
Dawn laughed. "Yeah, just go into the kitchen and get whatever you want."
"Alright!" crowed the redhead. "Come on Hermione!" He grabbed the girl and ran into the kitchen. Harry and Dawn both giggled then subsided into a awkward silence.
"So, uh, I'm Dawn. Buffy's sister."
"Yeah, I kinda got that." Harry smiled and held his hand out to her. "Harry Potter."
"Boy Who Lived!" came Ron's voice from the kitchen.
"I don't know how he does that," said Harry as Dawn took his hand. As soon as her flesh touched his, he stiffened. "You're not real." He winced at his choice of words as Dawn jerked her hand back. "Sorry, that's not how I wanted that to sound. I meant, you're not human."
"Yeah. I know."
"What are you?"
"I'm a key. I open things. It's all very bloody and messy and nasty. I try not to open things."
Harry blinked. "Oh. A key."
"Yeah. Big ball of energy. They say I'm green. So what's with the Boy Who Lived thing?"
Harry bit his lip. "Well, it's not a nice story."
"Hey, I'm a key. Doesn't get much worse than that."
"Good point. Well, Voldemort, the evil guy we're trying to get rid of came after my parents when I was just a baby. One of their best friends betrayed them and he killed them, but when he tried to kill me, it backfired and made him into a spirit for fourteen years. Faced death and all I got was this lousy scar," Harry said, only half joking, pushing back his fringe to show Dawn the scar.
She reached out and traced it with the tip of her finger. He felt it burning still when her hand left his forehead.
"Did it hurt?"
"I don't remember. I imagine so."
"I have scars too. They hurt. Wanna see?"
Harry nodded. "Sure."
Dawn stood up and tugged her jeans down a bit a hiked up her shirt. Harry's breath started to come quicker.
There, on her abdomen, were two slashes, white and slightly raised. Harry reached out to touch them but hesitated and looked at her. She nodded. "Go ahead."
He touched them, and the pain in his scar almost knocked him over.
Shallow cutsshallow cuts
Dawn, listen to me. Listen. I love you. I will ALWAYS love you. But this is the work that I have to do. Tell Giles ... tell Giles I figured it out. And... and I'm ok. And give my love to my friends. You have to take care of them now. You have to take care of each other. You have to be strong. Dawn, the hardest thing in this world ... is to live in it.
Be brave. Live.
For me.
Harry whimpered and fell back against the couch, his back arching.
"Harry? Harry!" His eyes snapped open. He grabbed Dawn. "He's happy, he's so happy, he's ecstatic and it's really creepy-he knows, he's just found out, you have to come, you're not safe-"
Ron and Hermione, who were just coming out of the kitchen, saw Harry and rushed over to him. Ron laid a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Harry! You alright mate?"
Hermione was clucking over him like a hen and they both inadvertently shoved Dawn out of the way, but Harry's intense green eyes never left hers.
"Yeah, I'm okay guys, but Dawn won't be if we don't talk to Dumbledore soon."
"Vision?" asked Hermione quietly. Harry nodded. "What's happening?"
"I need to talk with Dumbledore." Hermione looked a bit hurt, but she nodded.
"Bloody hell, mate, can't we have just one peaceful term?"
The pain in his scar almost completely gone, Harry grinned up at Ron. "You wouldn't even like it if it was."
"True, but going a year without being in mortal peril would be fine with me."
"Yeah, me too. Makes me almost long for the Dursleys."
Ron laughed. "Alright, mate, let's get you up." Ron supported Harry as he tried to stand. The black haired boy's knees gave out and he fell on Ron. "Sorry."
"That's what mates are for."
Hermione moved around Ron and supported Harry on his other side. Dawn watched nervously.
"Here. Take him up to my room. I have a nice cushy bed he can lie on. Much better than the couch." Dawn led the way and Harry and his friends made their slow way upstairs.
Once in Dawn's room, Harry collapsed on the bed. Dawn sank into a chair by the bed.
"Harry!" cried Hermione. "Are you okay?"
Harry nodded. "Just--tired, is all. Don't worry, no more pain."
"I'm going to go get Dumbledore," Hermione said as she smoothed back Harry's hair. "I won't be long."
"I'll come with," Ron added. "Scream if you need us, k Harry?" Harry laughed and nodded. Ron and Hermione left the room. Hermione had her hand lightly on Ron's arm as they left.
"So, uh," said Dawn when the door was shut. "What was that about not being safe here? Cause this is the safest place I know." She paused. "Come to think of how many times I've been attacked here, that's pretty sad."
Harry grinned a bit weakly at her. "Hogwarts is the safest place I've ever known. Voldemort is kindawell, linked to me."
"Linked?"
"Through my scar. He transferred some of his powers into me" Dawn was giving him a blank look. "Anyway, I can tell if he's feeling something strongly," Harry explained. "And right now, he's really, really happy. He knows about you, about you being the key. I got the impression he'd been looking for you for months, only he wasn't expecting you to be, well, alive."
"Nobody ever does," Dawn sighed. "Well, that's great and all, but Voltaire-"
"Voldemort."
"Whatever. He's just going to have to live without me."
"He's more powerful than you can imagine-"
"With that name? Uh huh. King of the Bitchy Britches. They always forget I'm the only little sister of the slayer," Dawn muttered. "Who, by the way, made it well past eighteen, when most slayers die. She's still very much alive and kicking, as I'm sure you saw."
Harry frowned. "If Dumbledore can't take on Voldemort, I highly doubt your sister can."
Dawn sniffed. "Well, you don't know her. Anyway, if she didn't just kill him with her astoundingly distracting wit in battle, then Willow will finish the job. Got the major mojo going on there. All dark magic-y and stuff."
"Well, I hope so, cause I sure can't."
Dawn cocked her head. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that I've faced him four bloody times, and each time I've failed to defeat him! All I've done is stalled him, or put off the genocide he's planning, and two summers ago I failed to stop him from coming back! People have died because of me and because of my incompetence! They're dead, do you understand?"
Dawn swallowed, surprised by his vehemence. "Yes, I do."
"Can you?"
Dawn nodded. Harry put a hand over his eyes. "I just want it all to stop." Dawn laid a hand over his free one.
"We'll stop it."
Harry opened one eye. "We?"
"Well. Of course!" Dawn exclaimed. "You didn't think that after all that I'd be content to just sit here? I'm definitely going to help. And I have to come with you anyway, right? Voltem knows where I am. And isn't this Hogwates a safe place?"
Harry laughed. "Yeah. Yeah, it's safe."
"What are you laughing at?"
Harry didn't answer. Dawn placed her fingers on his ribs. "Tell me or you get the tickle torture."
Harry shook his head and pinched his mouth shut.
"Your funeral." Dawn tickled the bespectacled boy with fervor and he tried desperately not to laugh. In minutes, both had forgotten why she had been tickling him in the first place and were recovering from laughing.
"Oh, my stomach hurts!"
"Serves you right. You're the one who attacked me."
Dawn leaned her elbows on the bed. "What's it like?"
"What?"
"Doing magic."
"You know, compared to you, Luna's positively linear."
"Huh?"
"Nevermind. It feels likeit's indescribable, the feeling you get in your chest. You just know that you're supposed to be doing this, that this is what you were meant for. It's incredible."
Dawn smiled. Then she reached over to Harry's waistband. He stiffened.
"Relax, loverboy." Dawn pulled away holding his wand in her hand. Harry relaxed.
"Sorry."
"S'okay." She looked at the wand critically. "So, this is what channels it? Pretty." Harry nodded. "Teach me something."
"What?"
"Teach me something. Come on, it can't hurt, I'm not able to do the magic thing. I just want to say a real spell."
Harry bit his lip. It couldn't hurt, really. He's give her just a simple spell, and hope she didn't freak out. Who knew what happened when Muggles attempted spells?
"O-okay. Say 'Lumos'."
Dawn held out the wand. "Lumos."
The wand lit up.
A/N: I was all ready to post this new chap, nice and hot off the press, and what do I find? Our god be damned internet is out! So, I come home today and voila! It's back. So here you are. A new chapter after months of silence.
I'm SO SORRY!!!!
Read my bio, usually it's got accurate info on it.