And another Dedication for your reading displeasure, Stilted dialog and obsessive attention to random details. (Not that we didn't have that before, but now it's official)

Chapter 10 The OCD, Not OOC, COD or ING, Posted as Chapter 13 (Our Lucky Number)

(No wait, I think I'll save silly superstitions for a future chapter)

Sierra sighed, even with her Mary Sue magic, she had found her hair a little messy this morning, after all who wouldn't be a little stressed out by the last few days.

She looked up at Legolas and smiled "Hey, there."

"Hey" he said.

Neo looked up from the paper he was reading "Hey."

Harry looked over at her "Hey, to you too."

He looked at the ceiling, the crack in the corner was pretty interesting, it seemed deep and ran across the whole corner. Idly he wondered how deep it ran. He wondered if that part of the ceiling would fall in someday and if the crack was deep enough to touch the top of the building. If it was, the next time it rained, there could be a problem here in the library. But he really saw no sign of that, there were no water stains and he felt that they would have taken care of the problem by now if it had been that severe. He wondered if there were a way to test how deep the crack was. He would have to think about it. A new spell, sounds like a good project.

The sound of another voice broke him from his musing.

"Hey there" they all looked up to see a black haired and blue eyed man standing near their table. He was pretty for a man, his eyes were a deep blue and the dark ebony of his hair contrasted nicely with his pale skin. He wore white. (OK, I didn't say repetitive I said stilted, though it is a random detail or so it seems to me, stop that. babbling wasn't part of the program either)

He must be a Herald Sierra thought to herself, she sighed. He might have been a good addition to her group, but she had the feeling that three men were all she could handle now. (Whew, close call for Kris wouldn't you say?)

"Hey" she said back.

"Can I sit here" he asked.

"Yes you can sit here" she said.

Neo grumbled "Why here?"

"This is my table" he said

Sierra nudged Neo "Be good, bad boy, bad bad boy. Be nice the the Herald, he outranks you."

"But I'm the One, no one outranks me" he said.

"You're in Valdemar now" she said.

He shook his head in confusion, he was the one. That had to mean something didn't it?

Harry looked back at the crack, hmmm I really need to work on that spell. Was it just his imagination or was it getting larger, nope he thought, just my imagination. He sighed and daydreamed about the crack and the depth of it. A new thought occurred to him, did it run through the wall, if so how far did it run. Would the wall fall down? He wasn't sure, but with all the students from the collegium that came through this room, he was hoping that someone would have noticed the crack and fixed it before the wall falls down.

"So, what's a guy like you doing in a place like this?" Sierra asked.

"Huh?" he asked, not really knowing what she meant (As none us of do either we will move on)

The Crack really did seem to be getting bigger as he looked at it. Harry took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, I really need to get some sleep he thought to himself, maybe after I figure out the crack spell.

"I haven't seen you here before" Sierra said.

"I was dead" Kris said.

"Oh, sounds like fun" she said

Kris gave her the strangest look, before quickly picking up his books and putting some distance between himself and these strange people. Discretion really is the better part of valor, especially when dealing with Mary Sues.

A spider crawled from the crack, Harry stiffened for a moment, but no this wasn't the chamber of secrets and so, a spider was only a spider. But then how big was the crack anyway, were there colonies of spiders living within the crack? He pondered the question, almost forgetting the crack checking spell. But no he turned back to the project he had given himself. As long as he was here he might as well make himself useful.

Sierra looked over at Legolas "Say Leggy."

He winced, he had never liked that name "Yes, my love? The light of my life."

"Have you ever heard of something called PETE?" she asked.

He thought for a moment, then shook his head "No, I have never heard of them"

She looked upset at this "Then why did you write a check to them?"

"What? I wrote no checks. By the way what's a check?" he said.

"I'm not sure, but this says you wrote a check" she said, handing him a piece of paper.

He looked at it confused "It wasn't me"

And so we have it. An elf imposter, Miss PETEY Rep, perhaps you should have checked to see that the ears weren't glued on. Besides when have you ever heard of an elf from Middle Earth writing checks, shouldn't he have just given you some silver or gold coins, though that would have been hard to hide in ones long golden tresses. Oh and perhaps the IRS would be interested in what I would assume is a non-profit accepting payment for services hahahahaha

Oh, I posting this earlier than I was going to. I'm getting together with my Evil family again for Easter and I want to clear all the currently done stuff in case we have fun again... who knows