Love Meadowes: Love is like a Mirror

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, got it yet?

Now, enter public enemy number one. Okay, female public enemy number one. At least, on Lily's list, James and his crew were the top.

Patsy Parkinson. She was a Slytherin, the same year as Lily and Dorcas, and she had a brother who graduated three years ahead of them. Patsy was known as the queen bee of the Slytherins, and queen slut of everyone else in different houses. She was a busty, dark-haired beauty. She was perfection in practically every way, aside from the brains department. Not to say that she was stupid and air-headed, like ditzy Celica, no, she was full of snappy remarks and comebacks, she was sly and nasty as any Slytherin, but she wasted her potential on memorizing make-up tips and hairstyles. Though, it was said that she knew quite a few dangerous curses. No one doubted where she'd learned those from.

Patsy was a kindred spirit with a certain cousin of Sirius Black's. Not to say they were friends. While Bellatrix was wildly popular, Patsy was known for having no friends, and still acting like she was queen of the world. Bellatrix was less well known of her conquests. Sure, many boys would drool after her, but she rarely strayed from her long-time boyfriend, Rudolfus LeStrange, who graduated two years ago. Bellatrix seemed to have a habit of picking on Alice Hanser and Frank Longbottom (who had recently graduated a year ago) for unknown reasons, though she didn't really had a chance to bother Frank, as he had graduated last year.

Meanwhile, Patsy contented herself with Dorcas and Lily.

No one knew why the queen bitches chose them as their targets. Rumors went about saying that they were jealous of their intelligence and reputations. Lily was undoubtedly a virgin. And Dorcas had to say that Alice seemed pretty innocent, too. Dorcas was a virgin, of course, because she was saving herself for 'the one.'

Anyway, Patsy swaggered down the hall towards Dorcas and Lily, who were heading to Charms. Patsy somehow managed to swing her hips while walking fast enough to catch up to Lily and Dorcas. Now, Patsy was a weird sort, but still wasn't on to be taken lightly. Patsy draped her arms on their shoulders, leaning in between them.

She looked at them both, grinning wickedly. "You won't believe what a good shag Slytherins are, you should try them sometime." She said companionably, as if she were confiding in her best friends.

"Thanks, but no thanks." Lily replied icily.

Patsy pursed her lips in a pout. "That's an awfully cold shoulder you've got there. I'm sure James would be more than happy to warm it up for you." She smiled again. "But I forgot, Lily's a little virgin. Oh well. James shouldn't bother with you, virgins are always horrible shagmates."

"That's nice, Patsy, but how about you get to your class?" Dorcas asked, her voice completely neutral.

Patsy was one of those people that ruined it for James, even though she was one of many. She was one of those people that never believed in a real relationship. But then again, Bellatrix seemed to be having a pretty loyal relationship. Of course, whenever the queen bitches were concerned, rumors were abundant.

Patsy smiled sweetly again. "M'kay! See you again, later, 'kay guys? Se-e ya!" She sang, disappearing down a corridor.

Dorcas looked at Lily and raised a brow. An unfortunate Hufflepuff walked by, and Dorcas took the opportunity to 'accidentally' knock into him, and rub her shoulder off on his robes. She always felt slimy after Patsy touched her, and felt the need to wipe it off on someone. Poor Hufflepuff. He didn't know what Dorcas had wiped on him.

Patsy flounced down the hall towards Bellatrix, who was currently bothering Alice, the sensitive blonde was in near tears. Or so it appeared. Dorcas couldn't tell from down the hall whether the red blotches on her face were from anger or tears.

Patsy didn't walk with Bellatrix, simply raised a brow and turned away, as if disgusted by Bellatrix's display.

The Black girl sneered at Patsy in return.

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"Dorcas, you wanna sit by the lake and study for Transfiguration before dinner?" Lily asked.

"Oh, er, sorry, I can't." Dorcas replied uncertainly.

Lily looked a little disappointed, but smiled anyway. "Oh, okay! I'll see you later. Maybe next time?"

"Uh, yeah." Dorcas replied, wondering when she'd have free time again. "I'll try to save you a seat at lunch, okay?' She offered.

Lily brightened a bit. "Alright. I'll see you later, then!"

Dorcas turned away and began to head to the corridor of the 'R.R.' room. She paused at the wall, seeing no door. Obviously the Marauders had not arrived yet, so she was stuck outside, still. Dorcas sighed.

She waited for a full ten minutes before she began pacing back and forth, her mind straying from one thing to another. Finally, she began wondering where the door was. And suddenly, as she turned around again, there was the door.

Dorcas blinked curiously and pulled it out. It was the same door, however, the room was completely different… In fact… Dorcas wasn't sure it really was a room.

The walls were covered in different doors, all different sizes, shapes, and colors; even the ceiling and floor had doors on them. Dorcas stared.

She wandered into the room and screamed as a trapdoor fell out from underneath her. Suddenly, she was falling back into the room, from a door on the ceiling. She landed on the ground and quickly scrambled towards the wall. She glanced at the doors along the walls, and it occurred to her that none of the doors looked like the one she'd come in through. Oh Crap.

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About twenty minutes later, a door opened and the curious faces of the Marauders looked around in the room. Dorcas, meanwhile, sat huddled in a corner, nearly in tears. Her robes were singed and ripped from a few nasty spells hiding behind the doors.

"What did you do?" Peter asked, looking around in awe.

Dorcas swung around and glared at them, rubbing her eyes. "I don't know! The door appeared and I went in and this was what was there! Where were you? You're thirty minutes late! I was wandering around, falling through trap doors and getting mauled by spells while you were gone!" She cried.

James rolled his eyes. "You shouldn't have gone in without us. We told you."

"No you didn't!" Dorcas shrieked.

"We didn't?" Sirius asked, frowning.

"I think she's right." Remus replied, glancing around.

"Well, then, don't go in here without us." Sirius said to Dorcas.

"Gee, thanks." Dorcas replied scathingly.

Peter looked around and glanced at his friends. "Maybe we should skip today?" He inquired.

Sirius and James exchanged a shrug. "Alright." James said.

"Let's go." Sirius began to turn away, but Dorcas cried out again.

"You're going to leave me here again?" She shrieked.

Remus raised his brows at his friends. "She is helping us, you know."

"Fine." James sighed.

The Marauders all went in to get Dorcas. The floor promptly opened up beneath Sirius. A door next to Remus swung open, revealing Sirius, who toppled into Remus. Remus yelped and fell through another door in the floor. Then a ceiling door opened, letting Remus drop onto James. Luckily, however, James's Quidditch reflexes kicked in and he leapt to the side.

Chaos ensued as the Marauders tired to make their way across the room. Next Peter was falling continuously through a door from the floor to the ceiling, like a never-ending cycle.

This continued for who knows how long before someone came by.

Lily noticed a door where she was sure there hadn't been one before. Door was open, so she peered inside.

To her surprise, she found a room of doors. Huddling in the corner was her best friend. Meanwhile, a plump, blond Peter Pettigrew was flung from the ceiling to the floor and over again. Sirius and James were stumbling about, shamelessly falling through doors opening on the ground. Remus, on the other hand was carefully climbing from doorframe to doorframe, towards where Lily was. Sirius's robe caught on fire from a spell, and James attempted to douse them.

They hadn't noticed her presence yet.

Lily coughed and Dorcas whirled around. Lily was standing in the doorway of the door to the outside. Behind her stood a timid, and obviously confused fifth year Prefect from Gryffindor. Dorcas grinned at Lily.

"Lily!" She shrieked. "Save us!"

Lily stared for a moment, then flicked her wand as Peter, we was trapped in his perpetual falling cycle.

"Wingardium Leviosa."

Peter froze in the air, and Lily slowly brought him towards her, and then set him down outside. Next, she did Remus, while the Prefect had caught on and brought Dorcas, rather jerkily, through the air to the outside.

"Lily, love!" James called.

"Would you be a dear and save us?" Sirius called, just as he slipped through a door, and appeared out of one on the west side of the room.

"Not that we need help." James added.

Lily snorted. "Nah." She replied, sneering at them. "We'll see if you can get out yourselves. And if it takes you a while… Well, the school will be a better palce for a while, at least."

Lily slammed the door shut as she turned away. Lily missed their terrified faces, while Dorcas had not.

"Don't you think that was a bit harsh?" Dorcas asked Lily.

Lily snorted. "They'd deserve it."

Dorcas frowned and the Prefect looked nervously at the door. It seemed that she, too, had seen the faces of the two Marauders. Remus seemed a bit concerned, but he was busy helping Peter get his bearings.

Dorcas stared at the door for a while, as Lily began to help Peter to his feet. She could have sworn that she'd heard someone yelling… But no one else seemed noticed.

"Lily, I thought you were doing your homework by the lake?" Dorcas asked, as Lily and Remus began helping, or rather, dragging Peter to the Hospital Wing.

Lily looked at her curiously. "It's ten at night, that was hours ago, I'm on rounds…" Lily replied, looking at Dorcas, as if unsure of her sanity. "How long were you in there?"

Dorcas pressed her lips together and shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. How ha she noticed as the hours ticked by? Remus didn't seem bothered, and Peter was dead on his feet.

"What were you doing in there anyway?" Lily asked.

"I… Er- I'd never seen that door before… And… I took a look inside… And the door shut on me…" Dorcas began.

Lily blinked a couple times before turning to Remus. "Why were you guys in there?"

"We opened the door and saw Dorcas in there and tried to help, though I think our attempt failed." Remus replied, lying with practiced ease.

"Oh, they were helping? That's a first. I suppose I should have helped Potter and Black too, in that case. Oh well." Lily said airily.

"You don't sound all that concerned." Remus remarked dryly, raising a brow.

"I'm not."

"Of course you had to save me, right?"

"Of course. I'd be devastated if something happened to you." Lily replied, her face completely serious, though Dorcas could tell when Lily was joking. She was her best friend, after all.

"I'm touched."

Remus smiled and Lily smiled back, her cheeks slightly flushed. Dorcas assumed at the time, that it was from the strain of carrying chubby little Peter up the steps. He wasn't exactly as light as a feather.

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Lily was lying on her bed in the dorm as the morning light peeked in at the occupants. Dorcas lay in the bed next to her. Their other roommates consisted of Gloria Turner, Yolanda Winters, and Teresa Morningston. Gloria was a muggle-born, she was a rather shy, quiet girl, and seemed to admire Lily, though she appeared to be a loner. Meanwhile Yolanda Winters and Teresa Morningston were practically sisters. They were one of those pairs that were best friends since birth. Born to be best friends with each other.

It was actually rather eerie how they knew everything about each other. Sometimes they would say the exact same things at the exact same time. Like they had a wave link or something, or like twins separated at birth. Aside from that fact, though, they looked nothing alike in physical characteristics.

"How do you get up so early?" Teresa complained, brushing her short, strait blonde hair, as Gloria was already up and packing her bags.

"Well, I don't hit the snooze alarm five times." She commented softly, however, she was ignored.

Yolanda came up behind Teresa. She pulled out her wand and muttered a relaxing charm for her rich brown curls. Her hair was the kind you could only get from wearing hair curlers, with the fat curls like sausages. Yolanda was lucky enough to be born with it, though.

"Try waking-up Lily again, would you?" Yolanda asked Gloria, not taking her gaze away from her reflection.

Gloria glanced at them and gave Lily a tentative poke. When Lily simply swatted at her hand, she retreated like a frightened animal.

"Yeah, she'd be P.O.ed if we let her sleep in." Teresa added unnecessarily.

Yolanda rolled her eyes. Despite their freakish similarities, one of which included their personalities, Yolanda was more accustomed to letting profanities fly about, living with three brothers. Teresa, however, was raised to keep tongue in check, from her strict upbringing.

"Just say pissed off, Terri, God, we're not third year anymore."

Teresa ducked her head and retreated from the vanity mirror. She glanced at Gloria and rolled her eyes, her submissive act over. Evidently, Yolanda was watching in the mirror, and they rolled their eyes simultaneously.

"Dorcas." Teresa commanded. "Wake-up."

Dorcas rolled over and said something into her pillow. Teresa prodded her with her hairbrush. Dorcas groaned and rolled back over, opening her eyes at Teresa.

"What?"

"Time to get up. Lily won't wake–up."

Dorcas muttered as she rolled off her bed and crawled over to Lily's. She stared at Lily before poking her a few times. Nothing happened. Dorcas blinked. Lily must have been really tired, considering they'd gotten back at nearly midnight. Dorcas continued poking her friend harder and harder, as well as faster, until Lily jumped and opened her eyes with a start. She stared at Dorcas, and then relaxed back into her pillows.

"God, why are you waking me up?" She groaned.

"Lily, it's almost seven thirty." Gloria commented, no one else seemed to hear her, but Lily sat up.

"Why didn't you guys wake me up?" Lily demanded as Dorcas went to the bathroom, clutching her robes.

Yolanda sighed and drew away from the mirror. "We just did."

Dorcas stuck her head out the door of the bathroom, her mouth dripped with toothpaste. "I woke her up!"

"That's she meant by 'we' as in the collective." Teresa clarified unhelpfully.

"Besides, we woke you up." Yolanda added, directing the comment at Dorcas, who sniffed disdainfully and retreated back into the bathroom. Technically, Teresa had woken Dorcas, but Yolanda and Teresa were practically the same person, so no one bothered to differentiate.

"Uhhhg." Lily groaned, rushing to get her things together.

Dorcas threw all her books into her bag, as usual, and was ready to go by the time Lily had finished brushing her hair.

"We're going!" Teresa announced.

"Lily, can I go? Or do you want me to wait?" Dorcas called to her friend.

Lily shook her head. "Go ahead!" She called.

Dorcas departed with Yolanda and Teresa, feeling extremely excluded from their conversation. Now Dorcas knew how Peter felt. Or even Gloria. They were such good friends that she could barely follow the conversation, which went as so:

"You wanna study?"

"At the usual place?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

"Don't forget-"

"I won't."

"Remember that one time?"

"Yeah. When you-"

"Yeah, but then you-"

It was then that Dorcas realized Gloria had earlier departed from the room without their notice.

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Dorcas entered the Great Hall and separated herself from the pair. Her gaze drifted about as she tried to find someone she could sit with. Finally, her gaze settled on Alice Hanser.

"Hey, Alice!" Dorcas called cheerfully. She would have sat with the Marauders, however, they were not down yet, and would probably appear late, as usual.

Alice looked surprised to see Dorcas approaching her. Probably because they weren't very close. Alice politely finished her conversation with a sixth year and turned to Dorcas, who sat down beside her.

"Hi, Dorcas, I haven't seen you around much. You're in my classes, aren't you?"

Dorcas smiled faintly, racking her brains for her classes with Alice. "I think I have all my classes with you except Divination and Ancient Runes… Don't I?"

Alice wrinkled her nose. "You take Divination?" She demanded indecorously. She quickly drew back and tried to straiten her face out into a smile again. "Sorry, I guess I've just never believed in that sort of stuff."

Dorcas frowned, a bit offended, but decided to not let it show. Alice was a nice girl, according to the gossip chain of Hogwarts.

"Yeah, well, not all of us are gifted in this area, I guess. I think it's neat to see the future."

"Have you ever predicted something that came true?" Alice asked, apparently trying to make up for her slip. "I mean, you have to be pretty good to get through the O.W.L.s, right?"

Dorcas nodded. "I'm actually pretty good. I've had dreams about things mostly." Dorcas had realized a long time ago that her 'predictions' were mostly about Lily. Perhaps Lily had something big in store for her.

"Oh, really? That sounds neat." Alice replied.

Dorcas decided to relieve her of the subject. "Anyway, why aren't you doing Ancient Runes? I heard you were pretty good."

Alice shook her head. "Oh, no, I hear you're the top of the class. But I quit because I only got an Acceptable and you need an Exceeded Expectations on your O.W.L.s to take the class. Besides, I want to become an Auror, so you don't really need to be able to read old cryptograms, now do you?"

"But it would an interesting thing to put on your résumé, wouldn't it?" Dorcas offered.

Alice wrinkled her nose. "Then they'd trap me inside and force me to decode things for them. I want to go out and help people! Sitting inside all day and betting a numb bottom won't help very much, will it?"

Dorcas raised her brows. Alice was quite the Gryffindor. "You mean- you want to help fight… You-know-who?"

Alice nodded. Then she looked around and leaned forward. "I'm worried about a lot of people here, they're not safe."

Dorcas wrinkled her nose. "Hogwarts is the safest place in England! You have nothing to worry about! They'd never be able to get past the spells in this place! There's a bazillion, and they're practically a million years old."

"Well-" Alice was cut off as a very flushed Lily burst onto the scene. She plopped her books down across from them.

"Why didn't you wait for me?" Lily demanded crossly.

Dorcas raised her brows at Lily and was about to turn back to Alice, but she was already talking with the sixth year again.

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As it was, that evening, Dorcas found herself proven wrong.

Dorcas sat with Lily, eating her dinner as usual. She cast a wary glance down towards the Marauders, who were joking and laughing as usual. Peter caught her glare and told his friends to settled down. Lily, was glaring strait ahead, though Dorcas knew it was directed at the Marauders.

The foursome were laughing and jostling about a few frightened third years, which happened to have the misfortune to be sitting beside the rambunctious bunch. Peter alerted his friends to Lily's disapproval, but alas, no avail to settle them.

Dorcas decided to glare at them for Lily, as Lily seemed to be trying to burn holes in the wall opposite her. However, Lily soon turned her gaze towards them as one of the third years yelped.

Dorcas turned away from them; Lily's glare would get the problem solved. If it didn't, Lily would go over there and scold them. She sighed and ran over her list of homework… Crap! Dorcas suddenly dove towards her bag ands started digging through it. She'd forgotten to get her outline back from Professor Werllis. She needed it to finish her essay on bewitchment curses.

She glanced anxiously towards the teacher's table. Her gaze scanned the row, and she realized that Professor Werllis's chair was empty.

Dorcas was busy contemplating this, when suddenly, the everlasting candles flickered out. Some people screamed, out of shock, as many people would scream from thunder or lightning. Dorcas was looking around curiously, blind as a bat in the perpetual darkness.

"Lumos." Came from up front, and Dumbledore held her wand near his face, peering into the darkness. It seemed to light almost everyone up in the dark hall. Suddenly, a Ravenclaw screamed again.

"The ceiling!" She shrieked, jabbing her finger into the air and leaping to her feet.

Almost everyone looked up. It was indeed a frightening sight. The ceiling was bare of the mystical sky spell, and was instead of high domed cathedral ceiling. Obviously the house elves didn't bother to clean up there, considering the massive amounts of spider webs coating the ceiling.

Dorcas glanced towards the teacher's table as McGonagal was conferring with Dumbledore, both seemed worried. Dumbledore began to step down from the table, when the door to the Great Hall burst open. Someone screamed again, but the person held a lit wand.

Dorcas gasped as she recognized Professor Werllis. His eyes were wide and he was gasping. The hand that held his wand was trembling, and he was some sort of shiny liquid dripping on the floor. Suddenly, a Hufflepuff screeched.

"He's bleeding!"

Dumbledore moved swiftly down the aisles, surprisingly quick for his age. He was soon standing beside Werllis, helping support him. He looked around and waved to the teacher's table as more began to hurry over. They crowded around, looking worried and whispering.

"Poppy!" Dumbledore called, and the other Professors moved aside for the Healer.

Madam Pomfrey pulled out her wand and muttered something. Professor Werllis coughed up some more blood before looking around warily. He gaze lit on Dumbledore.

"They've come!" He gasped. "I stopped them at the moats, but more are coming!" He groaned, and coughed again. "The protection spells… All spells are down."

"But Albus, you could light your wand." McGonagal began, but Dumbledore cut her off.

"No, I've heard of this spell before. It requires a great deal of time and materials, but it can be done. It cancels all spells placed before a set time…" Dumbledore's gaze traveled around the area.

"You mean the Terminalis spell?" Professor Flitwick hissed.

Dumbledore nodded.

"But that requires at least one hundred wizards!" McGonagal exclaimed.

"And you need all the ingredients used to make wands for that spell!" Cried the potion's master, Professor Pulpus. "Where on earth did they get Phoenix feathers, or even Unicorn hair?"

Dumbeldore shook his head. "It doesn't matter, right now. What matters is that they're in the castle."

The teachers nodded.

"Students! We are under attack of Voldemort and his Death Eaters." Dumbledore announced, and someone nearby Dorcas flinched as the sound of the Dark Lord's name. Among others, whispering broke out. "But do not panic." Dumbledore continued. "We shall take care of it. Quickly! All to your dorms! The Heads are in charge until further notice! Stay in groups, do not stray off alone. Remember, there is strength in numbers! Prefects, please gather your houses and lead them to their dorms."

The Prefects quickly lit their wands. The children stood and began to pour out the halls, opposite the direction that Professors began to head in. Meanwhile, Madam Pomfrey had dragged Professor Werllis off to the side and was feeding him something. However, he continued to cough and groan.

Dorcas picked up her own wand and looked to Lily who still.

"Lily?"

No reply.

"Lily?"

"Yes?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yes…"

"Are you scared?" Asked James, who'd approached once the others had left Dorcas and Lily. He raised his wand to his face, so the light was glinting off his glasses.

"Of course not." Lily snapped, standing up. "Let's go, Potter." She instructed. "Dorcas, go with Potter's friends."

Dorcas frowned at Lily, who was lighting her wand. "But we're supposed to stay in groups…"

"And you'll be in one." Lily replied briskly.

"Besides, I'll protect Lily." James interrupted, grinning.

Lily glared at him before setting off towards the crowd. "Get to your dorms!" She called at them.

"Don't be a prat, James." Dorcas instructed him. "And get over there or she'll get mad. Remember, love is like a mirror, anything you say will come back to haunt you, and everything looks backwards, in her view. Remember!"

James grinned at Dorcas before following Lily. Dorcas found herself surrounded by the remained Marauders, who were herding her towards the blob of students, their houses indistinguishable.

They were pushed and shoved along the halls, as some panicky students hurried ahead. Most of them had already lit their wands, but some terrified first years as resorted to attaching themselves to various upper years.

"Did you tell Prongs what to do?" Sirius asked.

Dorcas shrugged. "I told him to not be a prat."

"Some good that advice will do." Peter snorted.

Remus sighed. "Peter's right, James'll blow it. He can't tell prat from gentleman."

Suddenly, Sirius grabbed her arm and they herded down a separate hall from the cluster of students. Dorcas frowned and tugged her arm from his grasp.

"Why are we going with way? Everyone else is going that way." Dorcas said, glancing over her shoulder at the group.

"We're taking a short-cut." Sirius replied.

"I don't know-" Remus began, but was cut off.

"Are we taking the staircase behind the tapestry?" Peter inquired.

Sirius nodded. Dorcas sighed and followed the troupe towards their destination. They traveled in a slightly tense silence for a few minutes before Sirius froze. Dorcas bumped into him and 'Umph'ed in annoyance. The others froze, too, staring at something ahead of them. Dorcas huffed angrily, trying to see over their shoulders.

"What's the matter with you gu-" Dorcas trailed off, staring and tight fear as the light from her wand struck something, lighting up the black cloak and white hooded Death Eater.


AN: There were a lot of characters introduced in this chapter. Try to remember them for future references. I suppose this is an all right chapter as far as chapters go.

……: Well '……' I am, frankly, rather annoyed with you. Considering you reviewed on my first chapter (which I know some people do), but I take it as a sign that you have not read my story at all. You simply saw Dorcas's name in the summary and decided to accuse me of plagiarism. I can say very nicely that you need to read my story. As I said in an earlier Author's Note, I told the origin or Dorcas's name. I have no idea who this 'Quizzila author' is, but I can say I've never heard of them, and I am certainly not plagiarizing off them. I am very offended that you would think that I'd sink so low as to do as such! I will say again, for your sake alone that Dorcas's name comes from the one and only J.K.R. Again, I say, yet again, that it comes from book five, and when Mad-Eye Moody is showing Harry a photo of the Order. Dorcas was a member of the Order, and she was mentioned. So far, that has been her only role. I deiced to expand upon her, since she seemed like an interesting character. So in short, I have not heard of 'rohanelf.' And I will raise an eyebrow in return. At least do the courtesy to read the story, and poke around on the web, if you had, you would have quickly learned this information. Though I doubt you'll even read this. Before you even mention any other characters, yes, Hestia Jones and Marlene McKinnon are from the book, too. I suppose the only reason you didn't question their names is because you did not read my story.

Mrs.KristinePotter: Sorry for replying to someone before you, but I was very annoyed. Anyway, thank you very much for another wonderful review! Yes, we will be seeing more of Hestia! She's going to become quite involved! I'm glad you find yourself making connects with my characters; it reassures me that they're realistic!

Queenofdakittys: Oh my! It could possibly be! Hmm… Plot development, yes?

LadyJade: Oh, thank you! I love hearing that my story is well written! Yes, I did think it'd be interesting to see through the eyes of someone else for a change. I did try to make Dorcas as interesting as possible, without making her have too much of a distracting life.

Waterfaerie15: I was wondering when someone would notice the chapter names! I thought they were neat, when I was writing it! Anyway, I hope you keep reading!

Aladailey: You really think so? I've tried to make them as close as I can to what I think they are, without making them too freakish. I glad they're perfect, now!