I decided I can squeeze in two more updates before I go, mainly because the
next chapter is mega exciting. (I think so anyway)
I'm gonna skip the big babble till later, I did a lot of that last time...my apologies.
Chapter 21. Fireworks.
It seemed odd to Buffy that Willow had come to her, in a magic school, when Willow was trying to get away from it. But Dumbledore had assured her that is was for the best, he had instructed Professor McGonagall to help Willow. How, Buffy had no idea, but she trusted Dumbledore and she wanted the best for Willow. It had shocked her when Willow had turned up that night, her eyes black as the night. It was Buffy's fear, that Willow would lose herself in the magic's and becomes so powerful that she could not control it. And it seemed as if Willow had been going down that path.
Dumbledore let Willow stay in a room next to Buffy's, creating a door that led into Buffy's room. It was not originally part of the suite Buffy, Faith and Sirius had been staying in, but Buffy felt Willow needed her near and Buffy was prepared to do whatever it took for Willow.
Buffy sat on Willow bed the day after, Willow was lying in the bed, and the forest green covers drawn up to her neck. Willow's cold hand was in Buffy's and Willow's normally bright red hair was dull and lifeless and lay around her head.
"Buffy?" Willow's cracked voice caught Buffy's attention and Buffy turned her concerned eyes to her. Willow had cried for hours into Buffy's arms last night, and she was extremely exhausted.
"Yes, Willow?"
"Am I keeping you here?" Willow asked quietly and Buffy shook her head, her eyes watering at the sight of her depressed friend.
"There is nowhere else I would rather be, Willow." She replied and Willow smiled weakly.
"I can't do it alone."
"You won't be alone." Buffy reassured Willow, and she nodded.
"She hates me." Buffy knew immediately that Willow was talking about Tara.
"I'm sure she doesn't. She's just...frightened."
"Of me?" Willow asked disbelievingly, and Buffy nodded sadly. "But I'm not frightening."
Buffy smiled sadly and squeezed Willow's hand. "Of the things you could do. You're a powerful witch Willow. You have so much power that's just, bursting to get out. You're like a waterfall."
"I don't want to be a waterfall. I want to be a stream." Willow protested.
"You're always going to be a waterfall Willow. But with Dumble-d's help, you can gain control of your power." Buffy explained and Willow smiled.
"When did you get so wise?"
"I always was." Buffy joked, and Willow nodded.
"I'm a waterfall. Tara's my water. I need her."
Buffy nodded, and she kissed Willow's forehead. "You're going to get her back. You just have to do this first." Buffy said, before leaving the room so Willow could rest.
Faith sat on Buffy's bed, waiting for Buffy to leave Willow's room. "She ok?" Faith asked worryingly, and Buffy nodded.
"She misses Tara." Buffy said and Faith nodded in understanding.
"I thought those two were going to last forever." Faith said, a shocked expression on her face. "Their perfect for each other."
"It's just a bump in the road. Their going to get back together, I know it."
"You know it, or you hope it?" Faith asked and Buffy glimpsed at the closed door, which separated Buffy's room from Willow's.
"I hope it. She's broken, Faith; she won't be the same till she's with Tara."
*** "Working so hard Granger?"
Hermione inwardly groaned as she heard the familiar drawl of Draco Malfoy. She glanced sideways at him, strands of curly hair blurring her vision. She blew them away and saw Malfoy's lips pulled into a smirk, his cold grey eyes surveying Hermione. Malfoy had been acting strangely towards her since they had come back to school. It was almost three weeks into term, and September was almost over. The weather was colder, the leaves were turning brown and the visit to Hogsmeade was nearing.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
"To talk." He said, slipping into the chair next to her.
"You never want to talk. And don't sit down." Hermione retorted.
"But I want to talk to you now." Malfoy said, looking around the library, his eyes searching for something. "Where's the Weasel and Potty?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair, crossing her arms against her chest. "They are in the common room. And why do you want to know?" How she wished Buffy was with her now, Buffy had yet to meet to blonde properly, and Hermione was sure Buffy would put Malfoy in his place.
Malfoy grinned at her evilly, the grin chilling Hermione down to her bones. "So our chat won't get interrupted."
Hermione stiffened. "I don't want to chat."
"Tough."
"You're not very good at making conversation."
"We're talking right now, isn't that good enough?" Hermione grinned. "I made you smile, points for me."
"I was smiling at your stupidity." Hermione replied and Malfoy smirked.
"And I'm sure you have plenty of interesting conversations with those two friends of yours."
"Minus points for that."
"Did I say something wrong?" He asked.
"In a civilized conversation, it helps not to insult the person's friends." Hermione responded, sending a glare at Malfoy. He held up his hands in surrender, smirking.
"I have Crabbe and Goyle to talk to, so I don't really get civilized conversation." Malfoy said, and Hermione grinned. "The only words in their vocabulary are 'er', 'uh', and 'food'." Malfoy joked and Hermione laughed. The light in the library reflected in her eyes, and it danced as she laughed.
"Their not the brightest stars in the sky are they?" Hermione responded and Malfoy nodded in agreement. They were silent; Hermione searched the library with her eyes and found that it was almost empty. But Hermione liked it when it was empty, that was when things were peaceful and quiet and she could do her homework in serenity. "Why do you want to talk to me Malfoy?" Even though she was not looking his way, she could feel Malfoy's cool grey eyes on her. He left the chair and made to go, but Hermione grabbed a fistful of his robes. "You haven't answered my question." Hermione hissed, and Malfoy looked slowly down at the handful of material she had in her hand. Blushing, she dropped the material and Malfoy resumed his grey eyes on her.
"See you around Granger." He said, before dropping down to her height and kissing her. The kiss was quick and he hurried away, leaving Hermione in a state of shock. Her hands touched her lips as she watched the figure of Draco Malfoy disappear into the shadow.
"What the hell happened there?" She whispered to herself.
Behind the bookshelves, two brown eyes watched Hermione, fists had clenched when Malfoy had kissed Hermione and teeth had clamped together. Ron Weasley had just watched his best friend - someone that he cared for deeply and hoped that someday would be more than a friend - kiss the person he hated the most.
He hurried outside, away from Hermione and into an unused corridor.
Ron pounded the stone walls of the empty hall in frustration, the heavy thud of his fist against the stone echoing in the quiet. His hands were bloody and there was blood on the stone. He sank against the wall, his head in his hands, blood licking strands of his hair.
He did not understand. Malfoy had just kissed-kissed-Hermione. And Hermione had not done anything to stop it. In fact, if his eyes had not fooled him, Hermione had been talking to Malfoy prior to the kiss, in an almost civilized conversation. What was going on?! Why was Hermione kissing Malfoy, of all people? Why not Ron? Why wasn't she kissing Ron, as he genuinely desired her to? But as Ron asked himself the question, he immediately knew the answer. He was not good enough for her. In fact, he was not good enough for anyone.
He was the famous Harry Potter's best friend, Hermione Granger's closest companion, and the jokers named as Fred and George's little brother. No one ever knew him as Ron Weasley. He was always second best.
Ron looked up as he heard footsteps, and in the dark, he could see an orange light, glowing and floating in the dark. But then a person could be seen, her brown her glimmering from a torch half way down the hall. She walked up to Ron and sank down to the floor opposite the red head, eyeing him all the while.
"What's up kid?" She asked, smoke wandering from the white stick in her hand.
"What's that?" Ron asked, ignoring the question, and Faith answered.
"Cigarette. Muggle thing, it's bad for you. Wanna try?"
Ron shook his head, distinctly remembering Hermione having complained about such a thing. He scowled and Faith raised the cigarette to her lips and took a long drag.
"Something bothering you kid?"
"I'm not a kid." Ron growled and Faith raised an eyebrow.
"I'll take that as a yes." Faith said, and Ron rolled his eyes.
"So are you going to talk about it with me, give me the heart to heart and tell me that everything's good?" He asked bitterly, and Faith blew out smoke from her mouth, the white cloud of it rising up into the air.
"I'm not good at the heart to heart thing Ron." Faith said and Ron nodded in agreement.
"You don't seem the type."
Faith looked at him from under her curtain of her, her brown piercing eyes gazing into Ron's hazel ones. "I could though. You seem all angsty, and that just ain't healthy kid."
"You don't know what I'm going through." Ron said through clenched teeth, and Faith shrugged.
"You're probably right. But you know what? I've been through worse."
"Yeah. You're a slayer, a hero. Center of attention, person everyone looks to for advice. I bet everyone knows you as Faith the vampire slayer! But me, I'm just..."
"Harry Potter's friend?" Faith finished and Ron nodded. "Well, I've been through that."
Ron looked sharply at Faith, a curious and almost untrusting look in his eyes. "You have?"
Faith flicked her cigarette, bits of hot ash settling on the stone. "Probably not exactly the way you're going through, but I know bits of it."
Ron had his eyes fixed on the blackening ash on the stone; his mind seemed to just focus on it and not on the growing contempt for his friends. "Tell me." He said in an unemotional voice.
"And will this help you, or will I just be poring out my life story?"
Ron shrugged, stubbing his toe on the stone. "Maybe. I'll decide when I've heard it."
Faith chuckled and dropped the cigarette on the floor, stubbing it out with her heel. "All right, but anything I say here is not to be repeated, you got that?"
Ron nodded and Faith started. "I'm not going to tell you much about my childhood, except for the fact that it was shit. My dad left when I was too young to remember him and my mum died when I was teenager. I found out I was the slayer, and it was the best thing that happened to me. I got the hang of being a slayer for a while, and then I went to Sunnydale after my Watcher got killed. I thought Sunnydale was going to be perfect for me, I would fit in, fight evil and I would get on something wicked with the other slayer. But I didn't.
"See, Buffy had friends and family that she had worked so hard to achieve their love and respect. They had formed this kind of group and it was damn hard to get in. So I didn't. I was friends with B, sure, but we weren't tight. Not at first. But we kinda got to understanding each other, and we were closer then we'd rather say. But that weren't the problem. I was the slayer with Buffy and we had the same amount of power. The problem was, Buffy's friends were all close to B. She was the leader; she was the one they turned to when they had a demony problem. Not me. Everyone was like, why can't Faith be more like Buffy, why can't Faith act like B? But no one, not one said 'why can't B be more like Faith? Or 'we like Faith the way she is'. Not one.
"It was later, years later when B and I were talking that I learnt the truth. See, I wanted to be more like her, have the stable family, and have the close friends. And B wanted to be more like me, carefree, fun, and cool. It was odd, I wanted to be like B, and she wanted to be like me. And that's when I learnt, that I was completely different from Buffy, in a good way. I had things to offer that B didn't, and it was cool with me. Now, you may be talking to the wrong person here, 'cos I know Xand would know how you're feeling, but you got me. See, my guess is that your feeling overshadowed.
"Harry's the hero guy, Herm's the brainy one, and where do you fit in? I'm guessing you want to be more like Harry, be recognized in the street, and have lots of money. But you know what? Harry ain't got any family. Well, he does, but he grew up in a family that hated him. You grew up in a family with people who loved you for who you are. See, I bet Harry would give up loads to have what you have. To have the family, the security. Now I know this probably won't help you straight away, but think about it kid. Harry would give anything to have what you have, and you would do the same for him. And you know what else? You may not be brainy like Hermione, or be the boy-who-lived, but I've heard what you've done. You've gone after Voldemort with your friends, you confronted your fear of spiders, you've done a whole lot, and you don't even have superpowers. You're brave. That's what sets you apart from the others. You have no need to be there, you ain't the boy-with-a-scar, or a smart kid like Herm, but you're brave. And that is commendable and incredibly special. Now what does that tell ya?" Faith stood up, dusting off the seat of her jeans, while Ron sat deep in thought. Casting one more look at the red head, and feeling extremely pleased with herself, Faith headed back to her room.
When Ron had returned to the common room, his hand cleaned from the blood and his feelings set almost at ease, Hermione had seemed distracted as she sat and listened to Ginny and Harry talk, her hands unconsciously fingering her lips. Even though Ron still hated the fact that Malfoy had kissed Hermione, his insecurities about his place in the group were gone, and only one disgusted look at Hermione satisfied him.
Ok, babble time!
For all those who want Harry to be nice and be nice to Buffy, you are going to have to wait. It will come eventually, I promise you this, and I'm actually in the process of writing it. So it's coming. Just wait.
Sam-453: I saw...hm...telepathic thing here, innit? *Grins* And don't be so childish, geez, act your age...you scar me for life, you did! (It's like disappeared now, but oh well)
Blondi gurl: I'm sorry if I was rude...I was in a weird mood that day, so forget everything said, k?
Charmedfanatic3000: GCSE GCSE GCSE GCSE GCSE GCSE GCSE... I could go on forever, but GCSE's!!!
Whew. Now that's over, thanks for everyone else who reviewed, and please review again...please?
I'm gonna skip the big babble till later, I did a lot of that last time...my apologies.
Chapter 21. Fireworks.
It seemed odd to Buffy that Willow had come to her, in a magic school, when Willow was trying to get away from it. But Dumbledore had assured her that is was for the best, he had instructed Professor McGonagall to help Willow. How, Buffy had no idea, but she trusted Dumbledore and she wanted the best for Willow. It had shocked her when Willow had turned up that night, her eyes black as the night. It was Buffy's fear, that Willow would lose herself in the magic's and becomes so powerful that she could not control it. And it seemed as if Willow had been going down that path.
Dumbledore let Willow stay in a room next to Buffy's, creating a door that led into Buffy's room. It was not originally part of the suite Buffy, Faith and Sirius had been staying in, but Buffy felt Willow needed her near and Buffy was prepared to do whatever it took for Willow.
Buffy sat on Willow bed the day after, Willow was lying in the bed, and the forest green covers drawn up to her neck. Willow's cold hand was in Buffy's and Willow's normally bright red hair was dull and lifeless and lay around her head.
"Buffy?" Willow's cracked voice caught Buffy's attention and Buffy turned her concerned eyes to her. Willow had cried for hours into Buffy's arms last night, and she was extremely exhausted.
"Yes, Willow?"
"Am I keeping you here?" Willow asked quietly and Buffy shook her head, her eyes watering at the sight of her depressed friend.
"There is nowhere else I would rather be, Willow." She replied and Willow smiled weakly.
"I can't do it alone."
"You won't be alone." Buffy reassured Willow, and she nodded.
"She hates me." Buffy knew immediately that Willow was talking about Tara.
"I'm sure she doesn't. She's just...frightened."
"Of me?" Willow asked disbelievingly, and Buffy nodded sadly. "But I'm not frightening."
Buffy smiled sadly and squeezed Willow's hand. "Of the things you could do. You're a powerful witch Willow. You have so much power that's just, bursting to get out. You're like a waterfall."
"I don't want to be a waterfall. I want to be a stream." Willow protested.
"You're always going to be a waterfall Willow. But with Dumble-d's help, you can gain control of your power." Buffy explained and Willow smiled.
"When did you get so wise?"
"I always was." Buffy joked, and Willow nodded.
"I'm a waterfall. Tara's my water. I need her."
Buffy nodded, and she kissed Willow's forehead. "You're going to get her back. You just have to do this first." Buffy said, before leaving the room so Willow could rest.
Faith sat on Buffy's bed, waiting for Buffy to leave Willow's room. "She ok?" Faith asked worryingly, and Buffy nodded.
"She misses Tara." Buffy said and Faith nodded in understanding.
"I thought those two were going to last forever." Faith said, a shocked expression on her face. "Their perfect for each other."
"It's just a bump in the road. Their going to get back together, I know it."
"You know it, or you hope it?" Faith asked and Buffy glimpsed at the closed door, which separated Buffy's room from Willow's.
"I hope it. She's broken, Faith; she won't be the same till she's with Tara."
*** "Working so hard Granger?"
Hermione inwardly groaned as she heard the familiar drawl of Draco Malfoy. She glanced sideways at him, strands of curly hair blurring her vision. She blew them away and saw Malfoy's lips pulled into a smirk, his cold grey eyes surveying Hermione. Malfoy had been acting strangely towards her since they had come back to school. It was almost three weeks into term, and September was almost over. The weather was colder, the leaves were turning brown and the visit to Hogsmeade was nearing.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
"To talk." He said, slipping into the chair next to her.
"You never want to talk. And don't sit down." Hermione retorted.
"But I want to talk to you now." Malfoy said, looking around the library, his eyes searching for something. "Where's the Weasel and Potty?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair, crossing her arms against her chest. "They are in the common room. And why do you want to know?" How she wished Buffy was with her now, Buffy had yet to meet to blonde properly, and Hermione was sure Buffy would put Malfoy in his place.
Malfoy grinned at her evilly, the grin chilling Hermione down to her bones. "So our chat won't get interrupted."
Hermione stiffened. "I don't want to chat."
"Tough."
"You're not very good at making conversation."
"We're talking right now, isn't that good enough?" Hermione grinned. "I made you smile, points for me."
"I was smiling at your stupidity." Hermione replied and Malfoy smirked.
"And I'm sure you have plenty of interesting conversations with those two friends of yours."
"Minus points for that."
"Did I say something wrong?" He asked.
"In a civilized conversation, it helps not to insult the person's friends." Hermione responded, sending a glare at Malfoy. He held up his hands in surrender, smirking.
"I have Crabbe and Goyle to talk to, so I don't really get civilized conversation." Malfoy said, and Hermione grinned. "The only words in their vocabulary are 'er', 'uh', and 'food'." Malfoy joked and Hermione laughed. The light in the library reflected in her eyes, and it danced as she laughed.
"Their not the brightest stars in the sky are they?" Hermione responded and Malfoy nodded in agreement. They were silent; Hermione searched the library with her eyes and found that it was almost empty. But Hermione liked it when it was empty, that was when things were peaceful and quiet and she could do her homework in serenity. "Why do you want to talk to me Malfoy?" Even though she was not looking his way, she could feel Malfoy's cool grey eyes on her. He left the chair and made to go, but Hermione grabbed a fistful of his robes. "You haven't answered my question." Hermione hissed, and Malfoy looked slowly down at the handful of material she had in her hand. Blushing, she dropped the material and Malfoy resumed his grey eyes on her.
"See you around Granger." He said, before dropping down to her height and kissing her. The kiss was quick and he hurried away, leaving Hermione in a state of shock. Her hands touched her lips as she watched the figure of Draco Malfoy disappear into the shadow.
"What the hell happened there?" She whispered to herself.
Behind the bookshelves, two brown eyes watched Hermione, fists had clenched when Malfoy had kissed Hermione and teeth had clamped together. Ron Weasley had just watched his best friend - someone that he cared for deeply and hoped that someday would be more than a friend - kiss the person he hated the most.
He hurried outside, away from Hermione and into an unused corridor.
Ron pounded the stone walls of the empty hall in frustration, the heavy thud of his fist against the stone echoing in the quiet. His hands were bloody and there was blood on the stone. He sank against the wall, his head in his hands, blood licking strands of his hair.
He did not understand. Malfoy had just kissed-kissed-Hermione. And Hermione had not done anything to stop it. In fact, if his eyes had not fooled him, Hermione had been talking to Malfoy prior to the kiss, in an almost civilized conversation. What was going on?! Why was Hermione kissing Malfoy, of all people? Why not Ron? Why wasn't she kissing Ron, as he genuinely desired her to? But as Ron asked himself the question, he immediately knew the answer. He was not good enough for her. In fact, he was not good enough for anyone.
He was the famous Harry Potter's best friend, Hermione Granger's closest companion, and the jokers named as Fred and George's little brother. No one ever knew him as Ron Weasley. He was always second best.
Ron looked up as he heard footsteps, and in the dark, he could see an orange light, glowing and floating in the dark. But then a person could be seen, her brown her glimmering from a torch half way down the hall. She walked up to Ron and sank down to the floor opposite the red head, eyeing him all the while.
"What's up kid?" She asked, smoke wandering from the white stick in her hand.
"What's that?" Ron asked, ignoring the question, and Faith answered.
"Cigarette. Muggle thing, it's bad for you. Wanna try?"
Ron shook his head, distinctly remembering Hermione having complained about such a thing. He scowled and Faith raised the cigarette to her lips and took a long drag.
"Something bothering you kid?"
"I'm not a kid." Ron growled and Faith raised an eyebrow.
"I'll take that as a yes." Faith said, and Ron rolled his eyes.
"So are you going to talk about it with me, give me the heart to heart and tell me that everything's good?" He asked bitterly, and Faith blew out smoke from her mouth, the white cloud of it rising up into the air.
"I'm not good at the heart to heart thing Ron." Faith said and Ron nodded in agreement.
"You don't seem the type."
Faith looked at him from under her curtain of her, her brown piercing eyes gazing into Ron's hazel ones. "I could though. You seem all angsty, and that just ain't healthy kid."
"You don't know what I'm going through." Ron said through clenched teeth, and Faith shrugged.
"You're probably right. But you know what? I've been through worse."
"Yeah. You're a slayer, a hero. Center of attention, person everyone looks to for advice. I bet everyone knows you as Faith the vampire slayer! But me, I'm just..."
"Harry Potter's friend?" Faith finished and Ron nodded. "Well, I've been through that."
Ron looked sharply at Faith, a curious and almost untrusting look in his eyes. "You have?"
Faith flicked her cigarette, bits of hot ash settling on the stone. "Probably not exactly the way you're going through, but I know bits of it."
Ron had his eyes fixed on the blackening ash on the stone; his mind seemed to just focus on it and not on the growing contempt for his friends. "Tell me." He said in an unemotional voice.
"And will this help you, or will I just be poring out my life story?"
Ron shrugged, stubbing his toe on the stone. "Maybe. I'll decide when I've heard it."
Faith chuckled and dropped the cigarette on the floor, stubbing it out with her heel. "All right, but anything I say here is not to be repeated, you got that?"
Ron nodded and Faith started. "I'm not going to tell you much about my childhood, except for the fact that it was shit. My dad left when I was too young to remember him and my mum died when I was teenager. I found out I was the slayer, and it was the best thing that happened to me. I got the hang of being a slayer for a while, and then I went to Sunnydale after my Watcher got killed. I thought Sunnydale was going to be perfect for me, I would fit in, fight evil and I would get on something wicked with the other slayer. But I didn't.
"See, Buffy had friends and family that she had worked so hard to achieve their love and respect. They had formed this kind of group and it was damn hard to get in. So I didn't. I was friends with B, sure, but we weren't tight. Not at first. But we kinda got to understanding each other, and we were closer then we'd rather say. But that weren't the problem. I was the slayer with Buffy and we had the same amount of power. The problem was, Buffy's friends were all close to B. She was the leader; she was the one they turned to when they had a demony problem. Not me. Everyone was like, why can't Faith be more like Buffy, why can't Faith act like B? But no one, not one said 'why can't B be more like Faith? Or 'we like Faith the way she is'. Not one.
"It was later, years later when B and I were talking that I learnt the truth. See, I wanted to be more like her, have the stable family, and have the close friends. And B wanted to be more like me, carefree, fun, and cool. It was odd, I wanted to be like B, and she wanted to be like me. And that's when I learnt, that I was completely different from Buffy, in a good way. I had things to offer that B didn't, and it was cool with me. Now, you may be talking to the wrong person here, 'cos I know Xand would know how you're feeling, but you got me. See, my guess is that your feeling overshadowed.
"Harry's the hero guy, Herm's the brainy one, and where do you fit in? I'm guessing you want to be more like Harry, be recognized in the street, and have lots of money. But you know what? Harry ain't got any family. Well, he does, but he grew up in a family that hated him. You grew up in a family with people who loved you for who you are. See, I bet Harry would give up loads to have what you have. To have the family, the security. Now I know this probably won't help you straight away, but think about it kid. Harry would give anything to have what you have, and you would do the same for him. And you know what else? You may not be brainy like Hermione, or be the boy-who-lived, but I've heard what you've done. You've gone after Voldemort with your friends, you confronted your fear of spiders, you've done a whole lot, and you don't even have superpowers. You're brave. That's what sets you apart from the others. You have no need to be there, you ain't the boy-with-a-scar, or a smart kid like Herm, but you're brave. And that is commendable and incredibly special. Now what does that tell ya?" Faith stood up, dusting off the seat of her jeans, while Ron sat deep in thought. Casting one more look at the red head, and feeling extremely pleased with herself, Faith headed back to her room.
When Ron had returned to the common room, his hand cleaned from the blood and his feelings set almost at ease, Hermione had seemed distracted as she sat and listened to Ginny and Harry talk, her hands unconsciously fingering her lips. Even though Ron still hated the fact that Malfoy had kissed Hermione, his insecurities about his place in the group were gone, and only one disgusted look at Hermione satisfied him.
Ok, babble time!
For all those who want Harry to be nice and be nice to Buffy, you are going to have to wait. It will come eventually, I promise you this, and I'm actually in the process of writing it. So it's coming. Just wait.
Sam-453: I saw...hm...telepathic thing here, innit? *Grins* And don't be so childish, geez, act your age...you scar me for life, you did! (It's like disappeared now, but oh well)
Blondi gurl: I'm sorry if I was rude...I was in a weird mood that day, so forget everything said, k?
Charmedfanatic3000: GCSE GCSE GCSE GCSE GCSE GCSE GCSE... I could go on forever, but GCSE's!!!
Whew. Now that's over, thanks for everyone else who reviewed, and please review again...please?
