Chapter 15
"Alright," Dumbledore announced loudly, clapping his hands lightly to gain the attention of the partying students.
"These two songs are going to be the last two of the night. Then everyone shall return to their chambers."
There were several groans and moans of protest, time had flown by so quickly, but they nodded, obeying the command of their smiling headmaster. He then raised his hand, signaling for the song to begin.
Draco led Makoto out onto the dance floor, working his way past the moving bodies that had already started.
"May I have this dance, spitfire?" he questioned with brow kicking up and a little smirk tugging at his lips.
"It's a wonder why you bother asking," Makoto said with a laugh, slipping her arms around his neck while his settled about her waist.
They swayed to the slow beat, slowly falling away from the sudden crowd of dancing couples. No words were exchanged and they didn't really need to, the song saying everything for them. But suddenly, Makoto drew back somewhat, just enough for her to get a good look at Draco's handsome face.
"Hmm?" he asked in a whisper, brows quirking up with curiosity.
"It's a real coincidence," Makoto mumbled randomly, smiling some and peering up at the ceiling for a moment.
"What is?"
"Well," she smiled then took a shy glance up at him, "That we're together ya know? I mean, I loathed the very land you walked on."
Draco laughed at that, shutting his eyes and pressing his forehead to hers, spinning them about in a circle.
"Opposites attract I suppose." Draco mumbled nonchalantly as he secured his hold on her back and dipped her low, the tips of her ponytail brushing the floor.
"We aren't so different," Makoto replied, blushing somewhat at the sudden applause they received for the little movement.
He pulled her back, though his frame more tense then prior and his eyes suddenly not meeting hers. She blinked, automatically concerned as she lowered her head so she could be at eye level with he. When green orbs locked with blue ones, his eyes grew really wide and he wrenched away, as if burned.
"Draco, what's wrong? Are you okay!" Makoto demanded, her fear making her voice appear harsh and cutting.
"Don't," he nearly snarled under his breath, "ever say we're alike. We are totally different!"
And with that, Draco spun his heel and ran out of one of the side doors, leaving Makoto staring after him, eyes wide with confusion and pain.
She flustered a bit, taking a few side glances to see who had seen the sudden outburst. Thankfully not many, though she did take note of Hermione and Yukito's sympathetic gaze sent her way. She frowned a bit and shook it off, striding out of the same door the light-haired boy had taken a few seconds ago.
He was standing in one of the balconies, hunched over with his elbows propped onto the railing while his head peered up at the stars, face pensive with confusion and torn pain.
"I'm sorry," he murmured without turning about to face her, "I shouldn't have just…exploded like that. Especially to you."
Makoto approached slowly, a hand reaching out to latch onto his shoulder an force him to face her.
"It's alright…just what's the matter?" she asked, concerned as she stared up at him.
He sighed a few times, then started to speak, then stopped before just pulling away and walking over to another balcony. Makoto sighed and followed him.
"What is the matter with you, Draco?" she snapped, her anger getting the best of her. Makoto Kinomoto was a impatient person and really did not like having to ask things twice.
"We're not the same." He growled, eyes glaring, "You're nothing like me…you're a good person, Mako."
Makoto had to bite down on her lower lip from outright laughing. The prior statement was absurd; she was a bad bitch with a temper.
"You're a good person too, Draco!" she was quick to assure, easing herself between the balcony railing and him. He tried to pull back but she held him in place, face hardening as she forced him to look at her.
"I'm not," he grumbled gruffly, "I'm not a good person. I'm an arrogant little fuck who whines like a bitch if he doesn't get his way, then terminates whatever is in my way so I can get what I want. I pick fights over the dumbest shit and love to shove how wonderful I am in people's faces."
He paused as he gaze fell away a little, forcing his somewhat long hair to shield his suddenly glassy eyes from Makoto's concerned gaze.
"I-I'm like my father…" he admitted, voice uncertain and torn.
"I'm gonna grow up like him a-and end up hurting people I should be caring for."
Makoto felt her heart tear in half; she understood the hidden meaning behind his words. She reached up and cupped the side of his face, moving it so he could look at her.
"You're nothing like your father. You're father wouldn't help a muggle or sing a duet with Harry." Her face softened slightly as her lips curled into a little smile, "And I'm sure as hell he wouldn't wear bunny ears while singing I'm Too Sexy For My Shirt."
The somber mask cracked with a thin smile as he stifled down a laugh, biting his lower lip form continuing.
"But who's to say I won't revert back to old ways?" he nearly whimpered.
"With me around? I don't think so buddy. My love is gonna whip you into shape." Makoto announced with a grin, propping her hands onto her hips smugly.
His reaction wasn't exactly what she had been expecting. He wrenched away, staggering back with a little sniffle heard under his breath.
"How can you love me though?" he questioned incredulously, voice growing oddly strained. "No one could love a person like me."
Then he snickered with a sad, cynical smirk.
"A good fuck maybe but not love."
Now Makoto gasped slightly, whether it be from rage or despair, she wasn't sure. But the next thing wasn't expected from either parties, cause Makoto marched up to Draco and smacked him, hard.
He reared back, cupping his left cheek that now bared a red hand mark imprinted across the pale flesh. She heaved heavily, glaring up at him with anger and annoyance.
"Now you listen to me Draco Lucius Alfred Malfoy," she spat scathingly, glare piercing through him "I can love a person like you. I do love a person like you. God damn I LOVE you, so fucking live with it."
Then all at once, the anger dwindled down and changed into affection, her lips quirking at the side with a one-sided smirk.
"And if a good fuck happens to go with the package," she murmured while crossing her chest, "Then so be it."
Draco blinking like Potter's owl, all upended and out of sorts by her sudden flare-up. Then his face changed into the familiar smug, grinning wide visage and bent foreword, arm extending.
"Well me lady, I do believe I still owe you a dance?" he questioned with face serious, but blue eyes twinkling in fun.
Makoto laughed hard, body shaking and she nodded some, entwining her arm with his and tilting her head back, assuming a very haughty, almost regal position.
And just when the lovely couple was going to waltz about the empty hallways of their school, a new song hit their ears. Draco cringed while Makoto burst out into a wide smile.
"Miracles happen…help me fly…miracles happen…"
She stared at the door then tilted her head up to stare at her boyfriend, who's face was clear mortified by now.
"Oh Drraaccooo…" she started, assuming a very sweet, affectionate face.
"No Mako." He grumbled sternly, face hardening as he crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head in denial.
Makoto only rolled her eyes, grabbing him by the arm and tugging him back to the grand hall.
"Oh stop being a party pooper!"
Draco shoved his heel into the marble floors, pouting and whimpering slightly,
"But I DON'T WANNA!" he whined and Makoto only sighed, rolling her eyes again.
"Well too bad, we're gonna now shut it."
They entered the room just in time for the song to really begin. Hermione, Sakura, and the Li sisters were on stage, grass hula skirts hanging on their hips and covering the jeans they wore underneath them. They danced about in practiced precision, each twist, step, and jump done in unison.
"C'mon Mako!" Cho called, jumping away from the group and running up to her.
She quickly latched a grass skirt around the tall brunette's curvy hips, then proceeded to pull her up on stage.
Draco fell back a little, joining the little group of Ron and Harry. They all watched with amusement as their girlfriends danced about on stage, laughing loud and having a great time.
"Hermione catches on quick," Harry commented and Ron nodded, grinning proudly.
"That's my Hermione for ya."
"That's it Hermione!" Makoto cried loudly as she clapped her hands, dipping in then dipping back.
Hermione laughed loudly as she mimicked the movement, swirling around then returning. It felt great, to let go of all the obligation and just have fun.
"Hey koko," Cho called with a labored breath.
"Yeah?" she replied with a very same staggering breath of her own.
The Chinese girl grinned something wicked and said,
"Hows about we get Harry and Draco back for that little serenading prank?"
Makoto, being the little mischievous pixie she was, agreed with a smirk tugging at her lips. The two girls spun down the mini stairs and down to the main level, making their way to the trio of boys standing in the corner.
"Oh shit…" Harry cursed under his breath, eyes going really wide.
"Vengeance." Draco muttered under his breath, shaking his head some as he began to back away.
"Haha." Ron laughed at their expense, but quickly stopped as he noticed Hermione join the group.
"Ain't so funny now is it, Weasley?" Draco spat with a bite in his tone and the red-haired boy only scowled, grumbling something under his breath.
Just before Draco could snap something harsh to him, Makoto took him by the hands and pulled him onto the stage.
"Mako!" he snapped, with a growl.
His girlfriend only grinned and began to lead them in dance against the lively, upbeat melody. Draco sighed and brush it off, making it appear as if he were leading while it was the total oppisate. He took a glance over at Weasley, whose cheeks were redder then his own hair and was fumbling over his feet like a new born babe.
Hermione didn't criticize though, pointing out his faults and yelling at him to follow her moves. She only laughed and spun around with him in her arms.
Potter and Cho were probably just as bad, though they laughed at their mistakes, making funny faces and the small girl occasionally snatching his spectacles off his face.
"When you believe, the heart has the will to fight, you can do anything, don't be afraid." Makoto sang happily as Draco took and spun her about, then pulling her back into his hold.
"We're gonna find our way." He whispered in unison with the song and Makoto beamed brightly, throwing her arms around his neck.
It was all the tall teen could do to keep himself from tumbling off the stage, a faint 'OOF' escaping his lips on impact. He chuckled as he slipped his arms around her middle, swinging her about.
The final song of the night had come to an end, much to everyone's dismay and all the couples slowly parted as to see if Dumbledore had any final words of wisdom to utter before retreating to their dormitories.
The aged warlock glided up onto the stage and raised his hands, spreading them wide.
"Well this certainly was an enjoyable event. Was it not?" he paused as the students and teachers alike chorused in agreement, smiling and clapping happily.
"Yes, yes it was. And I would like to thank the Kinomoto and Li families for concocting such a party. It really was grand."
Everyone clapped and turned to gaze at the families, several screams of 'thanks!' erupting from the crowd. They bowed and waved their hands about for them to stop, while little Sakura suddenly cleared her throat, calling for attention.
"Uhm…well, Mister. Dumbledore sir, we wanted to give Harry our birthday present."
The dark-haired, glasses bearing boy blinked with eyes wide, clearly shocked.
"This party was enough!" he exclaimed and Makoto suddenly grinned.
"Well, it isn't really just for you. It's sort of for you and Cho." She murmured with green eyes twinkling.
Cho and Harry looked at each other, eyes wide and cheeks heating up in a blush.
"What exactly does that mean?" Cho questioned suspiciously, one fine eye brow kicking up in curiosity.
At that, Makoto smirked wide, a smirk that screamed Draco Malfoy through and through. The tall brunette reached over and gently brought the little Sun Guardian Kero out.
"Do it!" she commanded and the small, stuffed animal like thing huffed some but complied with the demand.
Little Kero proceeded to leap into the air, doing a full summersault in mid air as his little angel wings sprouted out into large, feathered appendages. His tiny body reshaped and grew much larger than before, a glowing light enveloping him. When the light faded, it revealed Keroberos' "true" form. He had transformed into a large, stocky built golden lion; bronze head gear and chest-guard encasing his upper half. A circular red jewel was embedded in the center of his head-gear and another one embedded in the center of his chest guard.
Kero then rested at the feet of the birthday boy, resting his jaw on crossed paws, purring slightly as his tail flicked about behind him.
"Call it a sad attempt at remaking Aladdin for you guys." Fanren remarked with a faint snicker as her younger sister's face became a bright mortified red color.
"You guys!" Cho seethed, embarrassed beyond words and extremely chagrined.
But Harry, who for some odd reason, wasn't as flustered as he would be, smiled at the gesture. He took her paler, smaller hand into his and tugged it towards the beast.
"Harry! We couldn't possibley—"
"Don't worry chuuchuu, Harry over here is the Gryffindor Quidditch seeker! He's quite skilled when it comes to flying, so worries about slipping off to your untimely doom." Makoto assured with arms crossed over her chest.
"Just trust me," Harry whispered with a smile and Cho didn't have the breath or the wits to gainsay him.
She allowed him to mount her onto the thing, her small hands clutching tightly onto his thick mane of cream colored fur.
"Hey, ease up on the hold." Kero demanded with his rough, growly voice rumbling in his chest.
"Sorry!" she quickly apologized, hands releasing the hanks of hair immediately.
Harry slipped up behind her, chest pressing firmly against her back while his right arm locked securely about her tiny middle. She gulped a few times as Harry grabbed the very same clump of mane she was clinging so tightly to a couple of seconds ago.
"Yeah Harry!" "Go Harry!"
People cheered him on and Harry flashed his audience a quick, white-toothed smile before nudging at Kero's side and tugging some at his tresses.
And off they went, Keroberos' large, angel like wings spreading wide and flying his passengers high above the crowd.
Cho clung to Harry for dear life, crying out slightly in fear and her eyes squinting shut. She heard Harry chuckle behind her then press his lips to the tender spot just beneath her ear.
"Relax…trust me."
And, that's all it took. Her muscles seemed to relax on command and her eyes slowly creaked open. Soaring high above everyone else, wind hitting her face and causing her somewhat long black tresses to flare up about her crazily, wanton in display. She laughed, content and suddenly clutched to Kero's sides with her legs, allowing her arms to spread wide like wings.
She let out a little 'wee' and her boyfriend laughed, releasing his arms from the mighty lion and allowing his other arm to wrap around her waist.
"Harry?" Cho called, tilting her head back slightly to look up at him.
"Hrmm?" he murmured softly, eyes opening as he peered down to stare at her.
Her face went blank for a moment then all at once, it burst into a wide, bright smile.
"Happy Birthday."
"I'll meet you in the caf." Makoto called as she turned away from Haruka's side and stopped at the room they shared. Haruka waved to indicate that she'd heard and agreed, then ran faster to catch up with her other friends.
Makoto opened her door and slipped her shoes off at the door, gently shutting the door behind her. She sighed slightly and walked up to her room, yawning slightly with tire. A nap should do her good.
But she gasped slightly, stepping back and holding her hand to her chest in shock. Lucius and some dark-cloaked form stood in her room, hands crossed over their chests as they tapped their elbows with their wands.
"Took you long enough," Lucius grumbled as he lifted his head, blue eyes glaring at her.
"Damned mudbloods, can't depend on them for shit." The shorter person standing next to him added with a growl, shaking its head slightly.
The robe hood suddenly fell back to reveal a pale skinned girl, appearing no older then seventeen or so, with dark black eyes and dark black hair falling limply just above her shoulders.
"What do you want?" Makoto demanded loudly, feeling about her robes, panicked, for her wand.
The girl chuckled darkly, pulling out a wand from her robes. Makoto's eyes grew really wide and she felt her heart cough up her throat.
"A mudblood shouldn't have such a fine wand as this." Then the girl proceeded to snap it in half, tossing the now useless piece of wood onto the floor.
Makoto's defensive instincts came roaring back and she turned her heel, ready to make a mad dash for the door then to the cafeteria for help. But before she could even raise her foot, Lucius uttered a spell.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Her muscles tensed and she lost all power of them, her back arching straight as she assumed a straight, obedient position, hands falling to her side tightly.
She did hear their chuckles of sadistic amusement, then their shuffling steps as they approached her. Her mind yelled for her to move, run, scream, anything but it wasn't working. She wanted to cry right there and then, she was gonna die wasn't she? Her eyes began to grow bright and glassy, she didn't get to say bye. Not to dad, Touya, Sakura, Athena, or Ron and the others. But those people didn't come to mind, a certain blonde-haired Slytherin is what hit her.
So many memories hit her at once, him saving her in the first Quidditch game, their first kiss, detention, him coming to the muggle world, the roof top…
"Well muggle," Lucius started, "I did warn you to cease from affiliating yourself with my son. But since you're such a stubborn bitch, you just couldn't stop yourself. So now you pay the consequences."
Then the dark-haired girl suddenly appeared in front of Makoto, her face a few inches from hers and her dark, cold ink black eyes glaring down at Makoto.
"Draco Malfoy is mine. Not yours." She then smirked, rearing her wand back and pointing it at her. "I'll be sure to tell him of your farewell."
"Avada Kedavra!"
Makoto's heart beat that had just quickened in the past few moments, immediately stopped all together and she fell back, landing in a loud 'thud'. She lay lifeless and dead at their feet, her wide green eyes staring up at them, dead and vacant.
None of that struck a cord in the two blacker-then-sin Slytherins, as they snickered and kicked away her body before turning there heel.
As they stepped out of the room, the small cloaked girl suddenly raised her wand in the air and murmured a reversing spell, one that would undo the animal transformation done to Athena.
Somewhere in the other side of the school, Fujitaka, Yukito, Touya (and Athena-wolf in his lap), Sakura, Syaron, and his sisters sat in their dormitory living room of a sort, nibbling on the snack cookies they had brought up from the food hall.
"These aren't as good as Mako's cookies." Sakura suddenly announced, nibbling on the double chocolate fudge cookie as she swung her legs to and fro on the chair.
"Well they're pretty good, just not compared to Mako's." Syaoron murmured, taking a sip of milk from his cup as he readjusted his seating, which was on the same chair as Sakura was seated.
"You should try one, Toy" Yukito suggested, grabbing a cookie and pushing it in his best friend's face. He shook his head however, turning his head in the other direction.
"I don't feel like eating." Was his curt, deadpan reply.
"You haven't eaten anything all day, just have one cookie." His father insisted gently, pouring him a half cup full of milk and handing it to him.
Just as Touya's reluctant hand reached out to grab it, the little animal in his lap began to glow in undulating light, slowly floating off from his lap and into mid-air. The little ball of light that was the wolf began to spin about, the light growing brighter and brighter. Then, the form shot up, growing larger then before. When the light faded, it revealed a nude Noelle, curled up in a ball on the floor, her knees drawn to her chest.
No one really noted her lack of clothing, just focusing on the fact that the wolf had just transformed into the missing girl that had kept Touya practically bed-ridden the past few days.
"A-Athena?" Touya whispered in a near whimper, voice doused in emotion.
His frame trembled slightly and he rubbed his eyes, that had gone really wide by the by, to assure himself he was hallucinating. Then, he shook himself out of it, reaching for the cashmere throw that was laid across the sofa.
Touya fell to his knees, wrapping her in the soft material and keeping her somewhat decent. She clung to his front shirt desperately as her eyes suddenly snapped open, wide.
Athena took a few breathes before taking a glance around the room to see who was around.
"You gave Touya quite a scare." Fujitaka commented with a slight smile, trying to lighten the mood.
Everyone laughed faintly and Touya just shook his head, face serious and somber. But before he could utter a word, she spoke first.
"We have to go, now!"
"Why?" Fanren asked curiously, setting down her cup of milk onto the coffee table.
Athena got to her feet, running up to Touya's room to grab some clothes.
"Mako's in danger! Draco's father is the one who cursed her and changed me into a damn wolf. We have to go check on her before things get worse!" she yelled from his room, slipping on a pair of black shorts that barely reached mid-thigh and Touya's very baggy short-sleeved button up shirt, the hem surpassing her thighs and covering up her shorts.
"What kind of danger?" Fuutie questioned as she slipped on some shoes.
Athena, who was near frantic now, ran out and threw the door open. She looked over her shoulder, eyes glaring and face determined.
"She could be dead, now let's go!"
"She's up in the room, I don't know what's taking her so long."
Draco nodded and waved a good bye, strolling out of the cafeteria and twirling a long stemmed white lily between his fingers. He hummed a little tune to himself as he made his say to the Slytherin dormitories, completely unaware of the horrible deed that had occurred in the past half hour.
Life at the current moment was going quite well, his grades at its best and his girl at his side. Oh, and the fact he had made a silent peace with Potter and the two, all that stress of beating the triple threat seemed to lift off his shoulders. Of course he smirked and one-upped him on occasion, which Harry just shrugged off with a little challenging stare of his own.
However, Draco had forgotten a vital part that was his father. He had completely forgotten the little discussion and deal he and his father had made yesterday morning. And unfortunately, it was going to come rushing back.
"Hey Mako, it's me." He called out, tapping at the door with his knuckles lightly as he eased it open.
He didn't wait for a response, shutting the door and walking up the stairs, down the hallway, then into her room.
Muscles tensed and time froze, a familiar jolt of fear running through his body. Makoto lying on the floor, motionless and appearing to be dead.
Falling to his knees, Draco scooped her up in his arms, holding her close and feeling for a pulse. Any color he hekld in his already pale face, drains away and his eyes go really wide cause…he can't feel one.
"No, no, no…" he takes a shuddering breath and shuts his eyes tight, tears gushing at its corners.
He began to rock back on forth, shoving his face into her chest and murmuring denies of her death.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go…this wasn't, this wasn't happily ever after. His face hardened, he couldn't let her die this way, no possible fucking way.
So with a little sniffle, Draco lifted her off the ground and ran out of the room. A few house elves looked at the blur but he paid no attention to them, forcing his legs to run faster and faster to the cafeteria.
Finally, he bursts through the door and is greeted by the whole school body staring at him with wonder. Draco took a few staggering breathes before continuing the mad dash down the aisle between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff table and onto the prefects stage.
Dumbledore rose to his feet, face concerned as he stepped foreword to get a better look at the girl in his arms.
"Draco…what has happened to Makoto?"
Draco, who was panic-stricken by now, was taking short breathes and looking worriedly between the elderly man and the girl in his arms. He shoved Makoto to the warlock, eyes pleading.
"I-I just," he paused, taking a thick gulp, "I just d-don't know, Dumbledore! I walked up and sh-sh-she was on the floor! You gotta help her! Please, I'll do anything!" Draco cries frantically and his fellow students watched, in shock.
No one had ever made Draco reduce himself to begging, not even Makoto herself. He was too proud to ever do so.
The kind and warm-hearted headmaster stared down at the young boy, eyes soft with sympathy and anguish. He tried to hide it but Draco was quick to catch it, blue eyes widening with recognition. He began to shake his head in helpless denial, his entire frame shaking violently as he inched away from Makoto's still body.
"No…Dumbledore…yo-you're lying…" the light-haired boy mumbled helplessly, eyes wide with shock.
"I fear I am not Draco…I am—"
A piercing scream wailed through the air of the Hogwarts cafeteria as Draco suddenly fell to his knees and began to pound his fists into the tile stage, unknowingly and not really caring, denting the tile.
Several students cried for him to calm down, to stop but he ignored their cries, pounding harder and harder.
"Draco, stop. That's quite unbecoming of a Malfoy."
Teeth grit and his shocked gaze changed into one of a hateful glare. Draco's head rose, spiky tendrils of hair obscuring the death glare he currently hurled at his father, who stood at one of the side doors. Familiar unfeeling, cold, slightly amused face as always, standing proud and tall, robes pressed and clean with his arms crossed across his chest.
"You…" the young Malfoy's lips twisted into a glower, "It's all your fault…"
Lucius only shrugged, not caring at all about what he had done.
"I had to, family name at stake. You should understand as a Malfoy, son."
"I forsake my cursed name father! Being a Malfoy…it brought me nothing, NOTHING!" Draco roars, the blur of tears obscuring his vision. Hot bands of sorrow gush down his cheeks and sobs wrack his body.
"See what that muggle bitch has done to you. Look at you…" cold, piercing stare, "She's made you into a blubbering idiot like Potter. You're gonna start making potpourri and watching muggle theater, crying like a buffoon."
And that's all it took. Everything fucking thing about Harry Potter, well shit he should have just adopted him instead. The sobs stopped and Draco suddenly straightened, staggering to his feet. He whips out his wand and angles it towards…himself.
The beautiful icy blue eyes Makoto loves—LOVED so much were swirling with confused emotions. Pain, hate, love, everything in between.
"Like that famous muggle playwright said," Draco mumbled listlessly, half out of his mind with pain and anguish.
"My only love, sprung from my only hate."
"DRACO, DON'T!" Haruka cried from the crowd, snapped out of the shocked stupor. It was far too late, for the deadly curse came rolling of Malfoy's tongue.
"Avada Kedavra"
He jerked once, then slumped, instantly dead. The tall, seventeen year-old Slytherin collapsed onto the ground, next to Makoto, the powerful wand he had since first year rolling off his fingers and clattering onto the ground. His eyes remained open as hers, staring endlessly at Makoto's dead green ones. The warm affection of love was no longer there, neither was the glint of something mischievous up his sleeves, nothing stirred in the blue depths whatsoever.
Those who had seen the horrid downfall of the two Slytherins could only stare, mouths and eyes wide, so overcome with a cold, numbing shock that they couldn't even bring themselves to BREATHE.
Even Lucius was too shocked, staring at his fallen son.
His only son, only child. Gone, dead, because of him. He never thought that Draco would actually…for her, a muggle, his own life. Something painful tugged at the heart of the dwarfing behemoth, almost…regret in a way. But he was quick to shake off the 'weakness', growling slightly and sneering some.
:ducks under a table from the sudden onslaught of heavy, sharp objects hurled towards her head with intent of killing:
THEY COME BACK! THEY DO! DON'T HURT ME, PLEASE! Yes, resurrected. So seriously, don't kabob me. xo
