WOO! Another chapter! I'm on FIRE! ;-) Just to let you all know the Poe reference is the name "Annabelle Li," because he wrote a poem entitled "Annabelle Lee." Don't feel bad if you didn't get it though it is one of his more famous poems, it isn't one you'd probably run across unless you were studying Poe or something like that. And as to the baked beans bit, which confused many people - I have heard from friends of mine who have visited the UK that baked beans are very prevalent. They really like their baked beans over there, I guess. I have nothing against baked beans myself but I wouldn't make a sandwich out of them, and I wouldn't put them on pizza.

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Ethan awoke gradually, like a bubble rising up through water. The first thing he registered was Fawkes's bitter mumbling. Something about Harry sleeping with his mouth shut. Ethan opened his eyes to see the phoenix perched on one of the posts of his bed, smoking grumpily.

"You shouldn't do that in here," Ethan tried to say, but it came out as more of a croak. He cleared his throat and repeated himself.

"Too late," Fawkes declared as Ethan sat up groggily, supporting himself on one hand while he rubbed his eyes with the other.

"You didn't do anything terrible to Harry, did you?" The boy asked warily.

"I didn't do what I had originally planned on doing," Fawkes replied, blinking with feigned innocence.

"What did you do?!" Ethan asked, now wide-awake.

"I left him a little present on his forehead," Fawkes said, doing the phoenix equivalent of a smirk. "Heh, the little brat will probably wake up all worried because his scar 'feels funny' and" and whatever else Fawkes was going to say Ethan didn't catch, because the bird was laughing too hard for coherency.

"Fawkes!" Ethan hissed in a panic. "Did you really?!" The phoenix was still cackling helplessly, so he could only nod in confirmation of Ethan's worst fears.

The boy shook his head, staring bleakly at his blankets. "I'm dead. Fawkes, he's going to hex me into the next century!"

"Oh, he will not you're the main character," Fawkes said after having recovered somewhat. "The only time you'll ever be hexed is in a classroom setting where you're practicing hexes. And anyway, it isn't like he has any way of knowing you were behind it."

"I WASN'T behind it!" Ethan protested.

"Now get dressed," Fawkes continued without missing a beat, "it's time for breakfast! And your first day of classes!" Fawkes adopted a sarcastic, misty-eyed tone of voice. "My liddle main character is all grown up and attending Hogwarts"

"Oh, shut up," Ethan grumbled, dragging on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and pulling his robes over it all (which, he had to admit, did fit very nicely. Versace knew what she was doing, even if she was always high as a kite on magical means of transportation).

He found his way down to the Great Hall with only a little help from Fawkes, who was perched on his shoulder. A few Gryffindors were there, including Harry, who was sitting with Ron, Hermione, and a red-haired girl who must have been Ginny. Ethan looked at the floor as he passed them. He headed towards the far end of the table where Nicholas was determinedly sipping some orange juice as Edward sat next to him and attempted to balance a spoon on his (Nicholas's) nose. "Hold still," Edward was saying as Ethan sat down.

"Sleep all right?" Nicholas asked, grabbing the spoon out of Edward's hand and setting it out of the boy's reach.

"Fine," Ethan said, looking down at his empty plate expectantly. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the plate was suddenly, magically filled with the food that Ethan had left on it last night. It was all there, down to a half-nibbled chicken drumstick and a lump of crusty mashed potatoes. Ethan recoiled. "I don't want that!"

"Well, you'll eat every last bit!" his plate sniffed bossily. "I didn't slave away to make all this just to throw it to the squid!"

Ethan poked at the drumstick, which was cold and stiff and stuck to the plate. "But this is gross," Ethan said, trying not to whine and mostly failing. "I want a real breakfast! You know, toast and stuff!"

"Well, maybe you'll think of that next time you leave your dinner just sitting there! There are starving wizards in Ethiopia who would love to get their hands on this."

"Then give it to the starving wizards in Ethiopia!" Ethan snapped.

"It's no use arguing; the same thing happened to me," Nicholas said, "and Edward, but Edward" Nicholas just shook his head.

"The rabbit was much tastier after sitting out all night," Edward said, licking his lips.

Ethan wrinkled his nose, then noticed a platter full of toast a few feet away. He glanced shiftily at his plate, then leaned over to grab a piece.

His knife whooshed into the air of its own accord, and the flat of the blade smacked Ethan's hand sharply. "Don't even think about it, young man!" The plate snapped.

Ethan pulled his hand back with a resigned sigh, and Nicholas poured him a large glass of juice.

"Here, it can't stop you from drinking, at least." Nicholas shoved the glass over. Ethan sighed into the orange juice, but it was better than his other two options: nothing or nasty leftovers.

"I told you," Fawkes said quietly. The bird glanced over at Harry and snickered, "Heh, there's still a wee bit in his hair"

"Oh, Fawkes," Ethan muttered dourly, sipping at his orange juice.

Professor McGonagall walked down the table, handing out schedules. Ethan picked his up and looked it over.

"History of Magic this morning what a way to wake up," Nicholas said, scanning his copy. "Then Charms with the Ravenclaws, then lunch and Defense Against the Dark Arts afterwards."

"Have you heard who the new teacher is?" Ethan asked, swirling his juice around in the glass, creating a tangerine tornado.

"No, and no one mentioned there being anyone new at the head table last night. But it isn't like I would have recognized the teacher if I saw them, anyway," Nicholas said with a shrug.

"I heard the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is a penguin," Edward piped up.

"Why would Dumbledore hire a penguin?" Ethan asked, saving Nicholas the trouble.

"Well," Edward replied as if it was the most logical thing in the world, "how many penguins do you see getting killed by Death Eaters? None." He sat back and folded his arms smugly. "They must know something we don't."

"Or they must live in Antarctica, where no self-respecting Death Eater would want to bother with them," Nicholas offered, rolling his eyes.

"Well, moving to Antarctica would be a good defense, wouldn't it?" Edward shot back.

"I think we're going to be learning more practical defense," Ethan said quickly before the argument could escalate. "And either way, we won't be learning about it until after lunch."

Once the boys had finished their juice, they trooped back up to Gryffindor tower to grab their books for History of Magic. Then they began a search for the room, Fawkes refusing to help with directions no matter how many times Ethan asked. This prompted Edward to try asking, despite the fact that he wasn't a parrotmouth, so he was only really just making random bird noises.

"He sounds like a goshawk with a thick goldfinchian accent," Fawkes cackled. "I'm tempted to give you guys directions just to humor him."

"Trust me, Fawkes," Ethan twittered darkly back, "the last thing this kid needs is to be humored."

Surprisingly, they stumbled across the room completely by accident. Fawkes was disappointed.

"Well, kid, here is where I leave you. I doubt Binns would notice me sitting there but if he did, I doubt he'd be happy. I'll see you around. Study hard," he added in a high-pitched impression of Ethan's mom. Ethan waved the bird off impatiently, then took a deep breath and stepped into the room behind Nicholas, Edward trailing behind him.

Ethan and Nicholas grabbed seats right next to each other, leaving Edward to sit behind them next to (ironically) Annabelle, who looked less than enthusiastic about the seating arrangements. Ethan pulled out his textbook and a bit of parchment for note taking. Then he held up a quill and a small bottle of ink.

He regarded the quill dubiously. He had never written with one before in his life. And it just seemed so unnecessarily primitive did ballpoint pens not function properly on Hogwarts grounds? And, to make things worse, Ethan was left-handed. Unless the ink dried very quickly, he was going to end up with an unreadable smear for notes. 'Forget it,' Ethan thought to himself, quietly putting the quill and ink away.

He had bought a book bag in Diagon Alley that contained a small pocket; the pocket being enchanted to contain whatever little object the owner might need. He decided to test it out. He fished around in his bag for a moment, and emerged a moment later with an ordinary number 2 pencil clutched triumphantly in his hand. "Booya," he muttered under his breath.

"What are you doing?" Nicholas asked quietly, looking incredulously at the pencil as if it was a ticking time bomb.

"I can't write with a quill," Ethan whispered back. "And this seems easier."

"I dunno," Nicholas said doubtfully. "Everyone else is using a quill, aren't they?"

"Well" Ethan looked around shiftily, then reached back into his bag and pulled out his quill and, courtesy of the magic pocket, a small rubber band. Glancing up at the front of the room to make sure Binns hadn't entered yet, Ethan laid the quill alongside the pencil and banded the two together. He held up the finished product and grinned. He could write with the pencil all he liked, and it would look like he was using his quill unless someone looked very closely. "There! See?"

Nicholas just shook his head. And Professor Binns drifted into the room.

Ethan had never seen a ghost before, and for a moment his hair stood on end. But as far as ghosts went, Binns was about as unthreatening as they came, so Ethan soon got over the initial shock. Binns looked over the class list and did roll call; he didn't react at all to Ethan's name, which relieved the boy greatly. Once roll call was finished, the ghost launched right into a lecture, his dry monotone difficult to focus on. Even so, the classroom was filled with the scratching of quills and the quiet whisper-swish of Ethan's pencil.

"In the beginning," Binns said, "our people were one people, but then came the great nebula burst"

Ethan read over what he had written, did a double take, and then looked up sharply. 'Nebula burst'?! What was Binns talking about?

"And it came to pass that Ilúvatar called together all the Ainur and declared to them a mighty theme" Binns droned on. Ethan resisted the urge to jam his pinky in his ear and wiggle it about. He glanced around, and saw that all of the other students were busily taking notes, as if the lecture made perfect sense. So he reluctantly began writing down the nonsense Binns was spewing, though not without the occasional incredulous glance in Binns's direction.

The entire class period passed in just that way. Binns calmly recited what seemed to Ethan to be a bunch of disjointed, random BS, and everyone frantically scribbled it down as if there was going to be a pop quiz at the end of the period. The only good thing to come of it, as far as Ethan was concerned, was the knowledge that his pencil-quill would probably continue to go unnoticed.

"Well, that was educational!" Edward chirped optimistically as the Gryffindors hurried gratefully out of the room. The boy had, at some point during the class period, dipped his fingers in his inkwell and painted war stripes (or were they meant to be badger stripes?) on his face. The ink was one of those color-changing types, making Edward's cheeks flash like a neon sign. Annabelle also had war stripes, Ethan noticed with a rush of pity, though she looked much less enthused about them. Perhaps it was the fact that they were only on one side of her face, and a bit lopsided from her too-late attempt to dodge Edward's ink-covered fingers.

The Gryffindors swarmed to Charms in a pack, figuring that if they got lost they would at least all be late together. Annabelle ducked into a girls' bathroom halfway there, probably to scrub frantically at her face.

They managed to find their way to the Charms classroom with a few minutes to spare. The classroom was set up with several long tables set along each wall and facing inwards, almost like a jury box. Ethan slid down the second table on the right side, ending up between David Thorp, a fellow first-year Gryffindor who never merited mentioning until now, and Nicholas. Edward sat on Nicholas's other side and took out his wand, swishing it experimentally.

"Give me that back!" Nicholas grabbed his wand and scowled. "Go play with your own!" Edward shrugged off the scolding as the Ravenclaw first-years filed into the tables on the other side of the classroom. Ethan frowned; the Ravenclaws were probably going to excel at all of the spells right away. He took out his own wand and twirled it pensively between his fingers.

Annabelle came dashing in a minutes later, looking much more cheerful as she had successfully gotten rid of the ink. But her smile instantly evaporated when she saw that the only empty seat left was at the end of the table next to Edward, who grinned and twiddled his fingers at her.

Ethan felt bad for the poor girl, who looked like she was about to cry, and nudged Nicholas lightly. "Tell Edward to move down, will you?"

Nicholas nodded and poked Edward none-too-lightly in the ribs. "Budge up, you." Edward obligingly moved over one seat, followed by Nicholas and Ethan. That left the spot between Ethan and the unimportant bit character open. Annabelle gratefully squeezed behind the three boys and plopped into the empty seat.

"Thanks," she whispered fervently, brushing her dark hair behind her ears.

"No problem," Ethan whispered back. "Edward can be difficult."

Annabelle snorted at the understatement as Professor Flitwick entered the room and climbed the stack of books behind the podium.

"Welcome, new students, to Hogwarts," he squeaked excitedly, looking around the classroom. "I am Professor Flitwick, and shall be teaching you Charms! Now, if you will all raise your hands when I call your name" he took out a long roll of parchment and began the obligatory roll call. Unlike Binns, however, he did react to Ethan's name. "Ethan Williams oh!" The professor looked up and beamed at Ethan, who had timidly raised his hand. "Our new main character, and from America as well! It will be a positive honor to teach you, my boy!"

"Uh, thanks," Ethan said, turning pink and lowering his hand. Flitwick stared at him for a moment longer with a huge grin on his face, sighed blissfully, and then went back to the roll call.

"Today," Flitwick announced after finishing roll call, "we shall be learning one of the most basic spells there is, and one that every wizard should know! That is the spell for light. The incantation is lumos!" Flitwick's wand lit up like a penlight. "Everyone try!"

The whole class held out their wands nervously. Well, almost the whole class. Edward whipped up his wand with a flourish and fairly shouted "LUMOS!!" The end of his wand lit up like a beacon, temporarily blinding all of the Ravenclaws and all of the Gryffindors who had been looking so, all of the Gryffindors as well.

"Very good, Mr. Fairfax!" Flitwick exclaimed as he keeled over and pressed his hands over his eyes. "Everyone try, just wait until you're eyes are back in focus, that's it"

Ethan blinked furiously until he was able to see properly, then held up his wand. "Lumos!" he said with more confidence than he felt. But his wand lit up nicely, glowing a comforting shade of gold.

"Excellent, Williams!" Flitwick cried, clapping his hands with delight. Ethan grinned as well; he wasn't a failure! His wand worked! He was a wizard!

The rest of the class period was spent practicing lumos, and for the most part went smoothly. There was one instance where someone's wand began flashing like a strobe light (due, according to Flitwick, to improper pronunciation) and Edward claimed to be an epileptic and fell out of his chair, twitching. Flitwick was beside himself until Edward sat up, perfectly fine and claiming that his faith in Goc, the badger God, had healed him. Flitwick looked puzzled but happy Edward was all right; Ethan just shook his head and went back to practicing.

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By the time class was over, Ethan's stomach was rumbling. He had found a packet of saltines in the magic pocket, but saltines and orange juice was still a miserable breakfast/brunch. He streamed gratefully into the Great Hall with the rest of the students and sat down. His gratitude multiplied when his plate provided a sandwich, some macaroni and cheese , and a quivering mound of Jell-O instead of last night's leftovers. The lunch wasn't as fancy as the feast had been, but it was infinitely more palatable than the leftovers.

The meal was made more enjoyable for Ethan when Ruhún came to visit.

"I was in the owlery," the young barred owl explained, blinking. "They were all really nice up there."

"I'm glad," Ethan grinned around a mouthful of peanut butter and jelly.

"Have your classes been all right?" Ruhún asked, recognizing Edward across the table and scooting a bit closer to Ethan's neck.

"Surprisingly well. History of Magic was well, frankly, weird. But Charms was fun. I can light up my wand now." Ethan demonstrated.

"Just what this room needs; more light," Ruhún grumbled, shutting his eyes. Ethan laughed and offered the owl some of his pumpkin juice. Ruhún took a dainty sip, then ruffled his feathers. "I'm off to take a nap. Hope your next class goes well" the owl shot Edward another dubious glance, then took off.

Lunch was over shortly afterwards, and the Gryffindors swarmed together again to find the DADA classroom. It was down on the first floor, and not too difficult to find between them.

Ethan, along with everyone else, was awed when he stepped into the classroom. It had been somehow bewitched to look exactly like a forest clearing. The air was hushed and close inside, the only sound being muffled birdsong. He, along with everyone else, found places on the grass to sit and looked around with a mixture of fascination and nervousness. And he, along with everyone else, gaped when their teacher appeared.

"Greetings," the centaur said in a low voice that was pleasant yet strangely unobtrusive; the kind of voice you'd stop noticing once you stopped listening. His cool, blue eyes swept over the class, lingering for a fraction of a second longer on Ethan. "I am Firenze, and I shall be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

There was a collective silence. Then one student piped up, "But you don't even have a wand!"

Firenze transferred his piercing gaze to the person who had made the comment, a girl named Emily who looked like she deeply regretted opening her mouth. "That is true," Firenze said mildly, "I do not have a wand. Can anyone tell me why?"

There was an even deeper silence as everyone tried not to be noticed. Ethan felt a sinking sensation in his stomach; the same sensation any student feels moments before they rightly suspect they will be called on, and do not know the answer. Sure enough, he found the centaurs eyes on him again.

"What is your name?"

"Ethan," Ethan replied, swallowing.

"Care to venture a guess?"

"Uh" Ethan thought quickly. He had no idea what the right answer was, and couldn't even come up with something flattering or amusing. He had the feeling that Firenze would see through flattery in a moment, anyway, and that a sarcastic answer would not be appreciated. He decided to go with honesty. "I don't know."

"I do not have a wand," Firenze said, still looking at Ethan, "because I do not need one." He lifted a hoof and set it down with a thump, then went back to surveying the class. "Curses, hexes, and fancy wand-work is useless if you do not know when to use it, and needless if you learn to recognize and avoid dangerous situations. I cannot teach you a spell that will save you if you should encounter the Dark Lord or one of his servants. What I can teach you is how to recognize a servant of the Dark Lord and avoid situations in which you may be endangered."

Several students exchanged glances. "Sir," Nicholas said carefully, "we're supposed to be learning how to defend ourselves aren't we?"

Firenze gazed at the boy. "Would you rather duel a Death Eater, or never encounter one?"

"Well never encounter one," Nicholas replied, looking confused.

"The Dark Lord," Firenze said firmly, "is evil. As are his servants. A creature of the forest could sense that evil from miles away. Although your human senses have been dulled by the lights and noises of the lives you lead, you will find that you, too, can sense it if you concentrate and learn what to look, listen, and feel for." He began to pace back and forth, tail swishing as he spoke. "Your human intuition can be a remarkable thing. It processes details you don't even realize you are absorbing, it allows you to go from A to Z without bothering with any of the letters in between. And if you learn to listen to it," he stopped pacing, "you will find no need to duel for your life. You will know when there is evil present or approaching, the same way that Ethan knew I was going to call on him before I actually did so." Ethan looked up in surprise as everyone darted glances in his direction.

"It still doesn't seem to me," Nicholas said, looking terrified at his own boldness, "that this could help us I mean, what if we do find ourselves stuck in a duel with with You-Know-Who? It seems to me that there should be something we can do if we don't just want to to run away."

Firenze's gaze softened slightly. "You are brave, but you are only a child. There is no shame in fleeing from the Dark Lord's presence."

"There's no glory, either," Edward chimed in with his customary directness, though he actually looked serious.

"You are here to learn defense against the dark arts," Firenze said simply, "not heroics in the face of certain death. Defense is what I shall teach you. If," he surveyed the class again, looking at each student individually, "you are willing to learn."

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The first-year Gryffindors walked slowly back to the common room, talking amongst themselves in subdued voices. It had certainly been an interesting first lesson. Ethan wasn't sure if he bought in to Firenze's approach to defense or not. He certainly didn't relish the idea of dueling with a Death Eater but then again, the whole avoiding evil plan did sound a little bit like cowardice.

One thing was for certain: he was going to have an interesting year. And this was only day one.

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Whew! How's THAT for a forking long chapter? Don't get too used to it the next chapter might be near this long, but none of the others will, hehe. And, in case you were wondering, the first line of Binns's lesson is from "Galaxy Quest," and the second bit is from page one of The Silmarillion. Now, for responses!

Hirilnara: And another new chapter! That's okay, I know how it is. It's only seven pm here, hehehe.

FreakyKat: Well, Edward was probably lying about the badger bit. ;-) Watch out, Harry!

QuirkyWriter: It's quite all right, hehe. A few people missed the last one for some reason. Glad you like Edward and the poor unappreciated hat, haha. And yeah, I'm not sure what her deal was, but I gave her a telling-off.

Rachel the Insane Unicorn: Yay, thanks for the long review! Another Edward fan, hehehe. People love that crazy kid. And I know I've written better, but yeah just unnecessary. (shakes head)

anya: He was just mad because no one appreciated him. The baked beans thing I explained up top. Glad you're warming up to Edward, hehehe.

Meee: Yes, the baked beans are a British thing, hehehe. I don't know firsthand though, I've only heard things. I hope you like what Fawkes actually did to Harry, heh heh. And look, I've gone and done it with startling alacrity! Whee new chapter!

Kathryn Bushore: He does, and they do. Sad, isn't it?

Ember the angry Firedrake: "Why do we even HAVE that lever?" Hehehehe! Hope the Poe reference didn't drive you TOO nuts! Ooh, the Black Cat that is a freaky one. But it's Poe, so go figure.

The Fantastic Fangirls: Gah! Sorry, I'll get to it! (offers you cookies instead)

Black Jaguar12: Well, there's nothing wrong with being abnormal. You're in good company, at least. ;-) And I did leave another response that was less cordial it's the long one. I feel kind of bad. But not bad enough to not post it. Thanks for the support!

TheSiriusSparrow: I hate it when is a butt. And you'll be seeing plenty of Harry soon enough but that's all I'm going to say. Muahaha.

Syth Colbalt: I find it a bit rich that you have accused me of being harsh when, in case you didn't notice, your review was at least twice as bad as the response it prompted. But if I am going to be called "harsh" I figure I might as well deserve it, so here I go:

I am not sure what kind of response you were expecting when you referred to a chapter I had worked hard on as "tripe." And I suppose I could have taken the whole review with a grain of salt if I thought you were saying I wasn't writing up to my own standards. But you seemed to be implying that I wasn't writing up to yours, and frankly, I'm not writing this fic just for you. I'm writing it largely for myself and my own enjoyment and amusement. And secondly, I am writing it for the amusement and enjoyment of all of my readers as a whole. So it would be both irrational and impractical for me to scrap an entire chapter and start over simply because it didn't make you giggle as much as you usually do. I liked the chapter; everyone else liked it, and I found the overall tone of your review cocky and patronizing and the request for me to "scrap the chapter ASAP" startlingly selfish and arrogant, especially coming from you. Also, "trying to help suddenly becomes a flame" when you use words such as "stupid" and "tripe" in the review (which does not lend itself to helpfulness), and just generally imply that an entire chapter of a fic is complete crap - as you did. And frankly, I find the fact that you seem completely unaware of how "harsh" your review was puzzling and more than a little bit disturbing. I don't know, maybe you were having a bad day or something. But you can't honestly look back over that review and tell me that it was "constructive criticism." It was a verbal slamming, and I am honestly very sorry that it has taken another one to make you understand that assuming that you do now understand.

Okay, I'm done now. Sorry, I just had to get all that out and I am genuinely happy that you liked the last chapter better. Sorry if this offended you, and I hope you liked the first day of Ethan's classes, and the extra-long mega-chapter. The story should be picking up from here, so there shouldn't be any instances of me just trying to fill space. And if I do put out a chapter that I am not entirely pleased with, I'll say so. :-P And I'm pretty sure there aren't going to be any new major characters added; they'll either be people you already know or brief mentions of people who aren't all that important. So it shouldn't be too tough to keep them straight. Sorry again, and I hope there's no hard feelings, since you are one of my favorite reviewers and I was really just puzzled and saddened by this whole thing more than anything else. :-

Ainu Laire: Everyone loves the crazies, hahaha. What do you think of the new DADA teacher? Not exactly comical, but intriguing, I think.

MunkieButt: Glad you're enjoying the fic so far, even though you aren't going to get to this response for a while, hehe.

Maura Labingi: Just making sure all of my readers are safe. ;-) Glad you're enjoying it! No such thing as "way too much," hehehe!

Fuji the Hobbit: Well, what do you think of the new DADA teacher? I thought the fic needed some gravity, hehehe. Awww, get more sugar!

Pointy Ears Are My Thing: Shame on you. ;-) Hehehehe.

morph: Yeah, it wasn't cool especially since it came from a fan. It was really puzzling. And I'm sorry you got one they just suck. If people can't at least exercise SOME tact, they should keep their opinions to themselves. Snape will be next chapter I had to save him so this chapter didn't have all the excitement, hahaha. Thanks bunches!

Vanyaria Darkshadow: Woo! How's this for a kerazy quick update? Yeah, go figure I had fun with that name, though. His parents had no imagination. ;-) HAHA that would have been terrible! No, Annabelle is a witch. The hat is just getting up there in years. And an Edward fan club! It was bound to happen; the kid has fan ART already! Glad you liked Ethan's sorting I giggled aloud while writing it. That hat is just too much. Sorry about the cliffhanger, though I hope the snappy update makes up for it. And I can assure you that Snape, through Ethan's eyes, is not going to be a 'deliciously pale sex god'. ;-) That would be wrong. Just wrong. But he will have a different view of Snape than Harry does. And I simply have to respond when people write such nice reviews! (hugs) Rock on!

Spoofmaster: Well, there is now an Edward fan club. (directs you to review right above yours)

Mint Sauce: It's like a double dose of goodness, because you are reviewing my fic AND backing me up! ;-) Hope you don't think I went to overboard; I think yours was the only input I didn't get while writing it. (hugs) I hope you finish the blasted book soon; I miss you!

WOO REVIEWS! So you all get LEFTOVER JELL-O! Everyone loves Jell-O! And it's good it hasn't been sitting out all night. ;-) I LOVE YOU ALL TO BITS!

-Platy