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Sit Vis Tecum-Chapter 1
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Sara O'Hanlon looked out of her bedroom window at the seemingly perfect little neighborhood that surrounded her. The houses were huge, mansions, she guessed. But then again, the house that she now lived in wasn't a whole lot different from the others. Not on the outside, at least. The internal troubles in this house, though, were definitely comparable to the rest of the neighbors'. Sara didn't want to think about that right now, though. It was way too early to be depressed.
She let out a sigh, tucked a loose strand of her shoulder-length auburn hair behind her ear, and tore the gaze of her blue-green eyes away from the window to face her bedroom. The white walls seemed desolate, lacking the posters and pennants that had once plastered the walls in her old bedroom so much that it had been nearly impossible to see the lavender-painted walls. She looked around the room. The stacks of brown packing boxes didn't exactly add to the décor much, and the only piece of furniture that had been unpacked was her bed, sitting, lonely, in the corner, deprived of the miscellaneous stuffed toys that had inhabited it before. Sara sighed again. The stuffed animals, along with her posters and pennants, were inside one of the two dozen boxes lining the walls.
Sara only noticed that she was crying when she felt a tear running down her cheek. Great, she told herself, now she would have to wash her face again before she went downstairs. She looked at her watch. It was nearly eight- thirty, and she would have to leave any minute. She opened the door that led to the bathroom off of her bedroom and went inside. She splashed cold water on her face, and dried it with a towel.
"Sara, honey," she heard a voice call from downstairs. It was Virginia O'Hanlon, her grandmother. "It is almost time to go."
"Alright, grandma, I'll be down in one minute," Sara called back. She did a quick cross-check of her outfit in the mirror: a nice mint green sweater and flared khaki corduroys. She checked her hair, which was down with little sections pulled back in clips. She wore no makeup. What was the purpose anyway? It's not like any boy would be interested in her, anyway. She sighed a third time. She hated the idea of starting at a new school, especially one that she knew would be very tight-knit. She turned away from the mirror and left the bathroom and her bedroom. On the way out of her bedroom, she grabbed a brass birdcage. The small owl inside gave a hoot of disapproval, ruffling her feathers irritably.
"Sorry, Athena," Sara said apologetically to her owl, "but we have to go. Unless you want to stay here all alone while I'm at school." From the look in her owl's unusually blue eyes, she wanted to stay with Sara. Sara carried the cage down the wide, sweeping staircase and into the kitchen, where her grandmother was waiting. She put down Athena's cage and gave her grandmother a kiss. "Good morning, grandma."
"Good morning, dear. Well, we should be off. Do you have everything that you'll need?"
"Yes, it's all in my trunk," Sara replied, glancing around for her trunk. She had put it in the kitchen when she had come down for breakfast earlier, and it seemed to have disappeared.
"Oh, yes," Virginia replied, "William and Martin carried it out to the car already. If your owl is the only thing left that you need, we should be off." William O'Hanlon was Sara's grandfather, and Martin was the family butler. Sara nodded in agreement. She carried Athena's cage out of the kitchen and through the door to the garage where the car was waiting. Her grandfather was already sitting inside, behind the wheel. Her grandmother came out of the garage door behind Sara, and got into the passenger's seat next to her husband. As Sara was loading Athena into the back seat of the white Mercedes, she caught sight of Martin behind her. Martin was tall, thin and balding, but Sara loved him. He was just a fun guy to be around; always telling stories and jokes. It was hard not to get along with him.
"Going off to school now, are we?" Martin asked jauntily.
"Yes. Going to miss me?"
"Nope. I'm throwing a party as soon as you get on that train," he joked. "Of course I'm going to miss you. Coming back for Christmas, at least?"
"You bet." Sara gave him a hug, and hopped into the car, pulling the door closed behind her. She rolled down the window.
"Hey, unfair! I'm supposed to close the doors!" Martin joked. "Have a good term, Sara. Be yourself, and you'll be fine."
"Goodbye Martin," Sara waved as the car backed out of the driveway. When the house disappeared from view, Sara leaned back against the seat and exhaled, gazing out at the passing houses.
The ride to the train station was a little over an hour, but it was all in silence. Well, Virginia and William chattered a bit, but Sara didn't want to join the conversation. She just sat back, and spent the whole ride deep in thought.
The first signs of a peculiar life came when she had been 10 years old. It had been the last day of July, and she was swimming in the pool at her best friend's house when it started. She had been diving for pennies with her best friend, Ariana, when her father had called her back to her house. There had been a sense of urgency in his voice that Sara couldn't ignore. She remembered reluctantly climbing out of the pool (with promises that she'd come back later), grabbing her towel, and running across the street to her house. She had walked into her kitchen and seen both of her parents seated at the kitchen table, with indescribable looks on their faces. Her father held a thick parchment envelope in his hand.
So that fall, at age 10, Sara started her magical education in a school in Oregon, USA called the Beaumore Academy for Young Sorcerers (a/n at this school, they start at age 10). Her magical education continued, and she was quite happy. She loved everything about the magical world. Her parents were fascinated, as well. Sara later learned that she was a muggle- born, as neither her mother nor her father was magical. Life was good, until summer came five years later.
Sara's father, Rodney, and his wife Maria had gone out to a fancy dinner party one night. It was an executive party, for the members of the muggle FBI and their spouses. There was elegant food, fine wine and dancing. Rodney and Maria had been careful not to drink too much, as they would have to drive themselves home. While they were at the party, Sara, now 15, had been eating popcorn and watching old movies on TV with Ariana (who, she found out, also had received a letter from Beaumore that same day as she had). As midnight neared, Rodney and Maria left the party fully sober, and had driven home. On the way onto the freeway, however, a semi with a drunk driver hit their car at 65 miles per hour. Both had been killed on impact.
Sara remembered when the two policemen had knocked on her door in the middle of My Fair Lady. She had gotten up to answer the door, Ariana at her heels. She saw them standing there and her heart had dropped. She had sensed the worst when the men had taken off their hats out of respect. Those officers had stayed with her that night, and eventually Ariana and her parents came over, too. The big question after that had been 'what now?'
After numerous phone calls, a social worker had found that Sara's grandmother and grandfather had been appointed Sara's legal guardians before her mother and father died. That day, a flight had been booked to England for her. She was frightened, as she had never flown before. She packed what she needed in two suitcases: the rest, she had been told, would be shipped over. She flew to England to meet her grandparents (whom she'd never met before in her life) and went to live with them.
Upon her arrival at the O'Hanlon mansion, as Sara called it, an owl had dropped a thick envelope into the mailbox. The letter, it turned out, was from a school of witchcraft called Hogwarts. As it turned out, her grandparents knew nothing about her magical abilities. The letter explained everything: what it meant for Sara to be magical, how to get her school supplies, and how to get her to the train station.
Sara felt the Mercedes stop, and heard the engine stop. She came out from her daydream, and she looked up at her grandparents. All of these events happened just a month ago. Sara wanted to sigh, but she bit her lip. This was too much change way too fast. She looked at the sign that was attached to the huge brick building: KING'S CROSS STATION. She was here.
"I'll go get a trolley for your trunk, Sara." William volunteered. He went off to get the trolley. Virginia leaned over toward Sara.
"I would have made him go get one anyways," she said softly to Sara. She smiled. "Remember, Sara. The man might be the head of the household, but the woman is the neck, and she can get the head to turn any way she wants it to." Both of them burst out laughing.
"Hey, what's so funny?" William asked. He was pushing a trolley and wearing a very confused expression.
"Nothing dear, let's get Sara's trunk out of the car."
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"Okay, so..what platform are you supposed to be at, dear?" Ten minutes later, it was a quarter till ten, and the group was pretty much clueless.
"The ticket says platform nine and three-quarters." William held a map, scratching his head. Though he was old, he wasn't showing any signs of going bald.
"Well, there's no platform nine and three-quarters marked anywhere on this map." Sara had the urge to roll her eyes. Of course it wouldn't be on the map. Not unless they wanted muggles to find it and come wandering in. That would cause mayhem in the magical world.
"Grandma, I am going to use the loo," Sara told her grandmother. She wandered off to find the restroom. Reading the signs, she found her way through the unusually crowded train station. She turned a corner and.
WHACK!
Sara hit something, hard, and she was thrown backward onto the floor. Looking around in confusion, she saw a boy about her age rubbing his head about ten feet away from her. She was also aware that a lot of people were starting. The boy got up and muttered something that sounded very much like "Muggles." He came over to Sara and offered her a hand.
"Sorry about that. Let me help you up," he said, smiling. Sara took his hand and got up off of the ground. Passersby went back to what they were doing, no longer paying attention to Sara and the boy. Sara leaned in toward him and said in a low voice,
"I'd be careful about what you say around here. People would get suspicious." She thoroughly enjoyed the effects of these words. The boy's hazel eyes got very round, and his black hair, which was quite unruly, seemed to stand up more than was natural.
"Sorry about that," he repeated. "We haven't been properly introduced. I'm James Potter," he said, outstretching a hand. Sara took it.
"Sara O'Hanlon, nice to meet you," She said, shaking his hand.
"Do you go to Hogwarts, too?"
"Well, I guess you could say that. I am starting this year." This earned her a puzzled look from the boy.
"Really? You look older than a first year."
"I'm not a first year. I'm starting my fifth year, it's just that I moved to England and had to transfer to Hogwarts." The boy opened his mouth a little, as if he was about to ask why she had moved. Sara sensed this, and she spoke quickly. "I really must be going now." She turned to leave, and started walking back.
"Hey, Sara!" She turned, and saw James making his way towards her. "Do you know how to get onto the platform?" Sara laughed a little.
"Actually, no, I don't," she said, feeling rather foolish now. "Would you mind telling me?"
"If you want, I can come with you and show you." Sara felt relief flood her body.
"That'd be great. Thanks a lot."
"No problem," James said. "Now, where are your folks?" Sara automatically replied
"My grandparents brought me. They are over by platform ten." She wasn't sure that just coming out and saying 'oh, they are dead' wouldn't be the most intelligent thing in the world to do. She lead him to where Virginia and William were standing. They both looked at her, extremely puzzled.
"Grandma, Grandpa, this is James Potter," she told them. They shook hands with James, exchanging 'Pleased to meet you's. "James, these are my grandparents, William and Virginia O'Hanlon. James is going to show us where platform nine and three-quarters is."
"Well, that's a relief," William declared. "It seems like we've been wandering around here for ages!"
"Honestly, William! It's only been a quarter of an hour!" Virginia exclaimed. "So, young man, where is this platform nine and three-quarters, anyway?"
"It's right over here," James told her, leading them all past a swarm of muggles hurrying to catch their trains. William pushed the trolley, which now had Athena's brass cage held securely atop the trunk with a leather strap. They came to a stop right in front of a brick wall. The signs that hung on either side told Sara that this was the barrier between platforms nine and ten.
"Okay," James said. "Now all you have to do is run straight at the barrier. The train to Hogwarts will be waiting on the other side." This statement earned looks of extreme skepticism from both William and Virginia. Their faces showed exactly what Sara was feeling, though she didn't have the heart to look at James like a lunatic, as he had been so kind before. James saw these looks and, though he had the urge to roll his eyes at the sight of them, he chose instead to back up a little ways from the barrier.
"Alright, then. Watch me first, and watch carefully. You can follow behind me." With that, James took a breath and ran forward at full speed towards the barrier. It looked extremely solid to Sara, who was bracing herself for the thud that would tell her that James had cracked his skull open. Nevertheless, she watched as he neared the barrier. He was an inch from it, and suddenly, he wasn't there at all. Sara blinked.
"Well, then. Grandpa, may I have the trolley?"
"Sara, dear, you aren't going to go through with that are you? That is insanity!" William handed her the trolley anyway. Sara gave the barrier a determined look. She straightened the trolley and planted her feet firmly in the ground.
"I'll see you on the other side!" And with that, she lowered her head and pushed the trolley as hard as she could. She was running, nearing the barrier faster. She was beginning to regret doing this, but she couldn't stop now, so she squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself, waiting for the impact. When it didn't come, she opened her eyes, and a wondrous sight met them.
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Aaaaaaa! A cliffie! You will just have to wait for the next chapter to come out now! While you are waiting, you can go ahead and write a REVIEW!!! What a great idea! When you are writing the review, be honest. Praise will be welcomed, and flames will be used to burn my religion book. Stick around for chapter two!
This is my first fic..enjoy! Remember to R/R
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Sit Vis Tecum-Chapter 1
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Sara O'Hanlon looked out of her bedroom window at the seemingly perfect little neighborhood that surrounded her. The houses were huge, mansions, she guessed. But then again, the house that she now lived in wasn't a whole lot different from the others. Not on the outside, at least. The internal troubles in this house, though, were definitely comparable to the rest of the neighbors'. Sara didn't want to think about that right now, though. It was way too early to be depressed.
She let out a sigh, tucked a loose strand of her shoulder-length auburn hair behind her ear, and tore the gaze of her blue-green eyes away from the window to face her bedroom. The white walls seemed desolate, lacking the posters and pennants that had once plastered the walls in her old bedroom so much that it had been nearly impossible to see the lavender-painted walls. She looked around the room. The stacks of brown packing boxes didn't exactly add to the décor much, and the only piece of furniture that had been unpacked was her bed, sitting, lonely, in the corner, deprived of the miscellaneous stuffed toys that had inhabited it before. Sara sighed again. The stuffed animals, along with her posters and pennants, were inside one of the two dozen boxes lining the walls.
Sara only noticed that she was crying when she felt a tear running down her cheek. Great, she told herself, now she would have to wash her face again before she went downstairs. She looked at her watch. It was nearly eight- thirty, and she would have to leave any minute. She opened the door that led to the bathroom off of her bedroom and went inside. She splashed cold water on her face, and dried it with a towel.
"Sara, honey," she heard a voice call from downstairs. It was Virginia O'Hanlon, her grandmother. "It is almost time to go."
"Alright, grandma, I'll be down in one minute," Sara called back. She did a quick cross-check of her outfit in the mirror: a nice mint green sweater and flared khaki corduroys. She checked her hair, which was down with little sections pulled back in clips. She wore no makeup. What was the purpose anyway? It's not like any boy would be interested in her, anyway. She sighed a third time. She hated the idea of starting at a new school, especially one that she knew would be very tight-knit. She turned away from the mirror and left the bathroom and her bedroom. On the way out of her bedroom, she grabbed a brass birdcage. The small owl inside gave a hoot of disapproval, ruffling her feathers irritably.
"Sorry, Athena," Sara said apologetically to her owl, "but we have to go. Unless you want to stay here all alone while I'm at school." From the look in her owl's unusually blue eyes, she wanted to stay with Sara. Sara carried the cage down the wide, sweeping staircase and into the kitchen, where her grandmother was waiting. She put down Athena's cage and gave her grandmother a kiss. "Good morning, grandma."
"Good morning, dear. Well, we should be off. Do you have everything that you'll need?"
"Yes, it's all in my trunk," Sara replied, glancing around for her trunk. She had put it in the kitchen when she had come down for breakfast earlier, and it seemed to have disappeared.
"Oh, yes," Virginia replied, "William and Martin carried it out to the car already. If your owl is the only thing left that you need, we should be off." William O'Hanlon was Sara's grandfather, and Martin was the family butler. Sara nodded in agreement. She carried Athena's cage out of the kitchen and through the door to the garage where the car was waiting. Her grandfather was already sitting inside, behind the wheel. Her grandmother came out of the garage door behind Sara, and got into the passenger's seat next to her husband. As Sara was loading Athena into the back seat of the white Mercedes, she caught sight of Martin behind her. Martin was tall, thin and balding, but Sara loved him. He was just a fun guy to be around; always telling stories and jokes. It was hard not to get along with him.
"Going off to school now, are we?" Martin asked jauntily.
"Yes. Going to miss me?"
"Nope. I'm throwing a party as soon as you get on that train," he joked. "Of course I'm going to miss you. Coming back for Christmas, at least?"
"You bet." Sara gave him a hug, and hopped into the car, pulling the door closed behind her. She rolled down the window.
"Hey, unfair! I'm supposed to close the doors!" Martin joked. "Have a good term, Sara. Be yourself, and you'll be fine."
"Goodbye Martin," Sara waved as the car backed out of the driveway. When the house disappeared from view, Sara leaned back against the seat and exhaled, gazing out at the passing houses.
The ride to the train station was a little over an hour, but it was all in silence. Well, Virginia and William chattered a bit, but Sara didn't want to join the conversation. She just sat back, and spent the whole ride deep in thought.
The first signs of a peculiar life came when she had been 10 years old. It had been the last day of July, and she was swimming in the pool at her best friend's house when it started. She had been diving for pennies with her best friend, Ariana, when her father had called her back to her house. There had been a sense of urgency in his voice that Sara couldn't ignore. She remembered reluctantly climbing out of the pool (with promises that she'd come back later), grabbing her towel, and running across the street to her house. She had walked into her kitchen and seen both of her parents seated at the kitchen table, with indescribable looks on their faces. Her father held a thick parchment envelope in his hand.
So that fall, at age 10, Sara started her magical education in a school in Oregon, USA called the Beaumore Academy for Young Sorcerers (a/n at this school, they start at age 10). Her magical education continued, and she was quite happy. She loved everything about the magical world. Her parents were fascinated, as well. Sara later learned that she was a muggle- born, as neither her mother nor her father was magical. Life was good, until summer came five years later.
Sara's father, Rodney, and his wife Maria had gone out to a fancy dinner party one night. It was an executive party, for the members of the muggle FBI and their spouses. There was elegant food, fine wine and dancing. Rodney and Maria had been careful not to drink too much, as they would have to drive themselves home. While they were at the party, Sara, now 15, had been eating popcorn and watching old movies on TV with Ariana (who, she found out, also had received a letter from Beaumore that same day as she had). As midnight neared, Rodney and Maria left the party fully sober, and had driven home. On the way onto the freeway, however, a semi with a drunk driver hit their car at 65 miles per hour. Both had been killed on impact.
Sara remembered when the two policemen had knocked on her door in the middle of My Fair Lady. She had gotten up to answer the door, Ariana at her heels. She saw them standing there and her heart had dropped. She had sensed the worst when the men had taken off their hats out of respect. Those officers had stayed with her that night, and eventually Ariana and her parents came over, too. The big question after that had been 'what now?'
After numerous phone calls, a social worker had found that Sara's grandmother and grandfather had been appointed Sara's legal guardians before her mother and father died. That day, a flight had been booked to England for her. She was frightened, as she had never flown before. She packed what she needed in two suitcases: the rest, she had been told, would be shipped over. She flew to England to meet her grandparents (whom she'd never met before in her life) and went to live with them.
Upon her arrival at the O'Hanlon mansion, as Sara called it, an owl had dropped a thick envelope into the mailbox. The letter, it turned out, was from a school of witchcraft called Hogwarts. As it turned out, her grandparents knew nothing about her magical abilities. The letter explained everything: what it meant for Sara to be magical, how to get her school supplies, and how to get her to the train station.
Sara felt the Mercedes stop, and heard the engine stop. She came out from her daydream, and she looked up at her grandparents. All of these events happened just a month ago. Sara wanted to sigh, but she bit her lip. This was too much change way too fast. She looked at the sign that was attached to the huge brick building: KING'S CROSS STATION. She was here.
"I'll go get a trolley for your trunk, Sara." William volunteered. He went off to get the trolley. Virginia leaned over toward Sara.
"I would have made him go get one anyways," she said softly to Sara. She smiled. "Remember, Sara. The man might be the head of the household, but the woman is the neck, and she can get the head to turn any way she wants it to." Both of them burst out laughing.
"Hey, what's so funny?" William asked. He was pushing a trolley and wearing a very confused expression.
"Nothing dear, let's get Sara's trunk out of the car."
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"Okay, so..what platform are you supposed to be at, dear?" Ten minutes later, it was a quarter till ten, and the group was pretty much clueless.
"The ticket says platform nine and three-quarters." William held a map, scratching his head. Though he was old, he wasn't showing any signs of going bald.
"Well, there's no platform nine and three-quarters marked anywhere on this map." Sara had the urge to roll her eyes. Of course it wouldn't be on the map. Not unless they wanted muggles to find it and come wandering in. That would cause mayhem in the magical world.
"Grandma, I am going to use the loo," Sara told her grandmother. She wandered off to find the restroom. Reading the signs, she found her way through the unusually crowded train station. She turned a corner and.
WHACK!
Sara hit something, hard, and she was thrown backward onto the floor. Looking around in confusion, she saw a boy about her age rubbing his head about ten feet away from her. She was also aware that a lot of people were starting. The boy got up and muttered something that sounded very much like "Muggles." He came over to Sara and offered her a hand.
"Sorry about that. Let me help you up," he said, smiling. Sara took his hand and got up off of the ground. Passersby went back to what they were doing, no longer paying attention to Sara and the boy. Sara leaned in toward him and said in a low voice,
"I'd be careful about what you say around here. People would get suspicious." She thoroughly enjoyed the effects of these words. The boy's hazel eyes got very round, and his black hair, which was quite unruly, seemed to stand up more than was natural.
"Sorry about that," he repeated. "We haven't been properly introduced. I'm James Potter," he said, outstretching a hand. Sara took it.
"Sara O'Hanlon, nice to meet you," She said, shaking his hand.
"Do you go to Hogwarts, too?"
"Well, I guess you could say that. I am starting this year." This earned her a puzzled look from the boy.
"Really? You look older than a first year."
"I'm not a first year. I'm starting my fifth year, it's just that I moved to England and had to transfer to Hogwarts." The boy opened his mouth a little, as if he was about to ask why she had moved. Sara sensed this, and she spoke quickly. "I really must be going now." She turned to leave, and started walking back.
"Hey, Sara!" She turned, and saw James making his way towards her. "Do you know how to get onto the platform?" Sara laughed a little.
"Actually, no, I don't," she said, feeling rather foolish now. "Would you mind telling me?"
"If you want, I can come with you and show you." Sara felt relief flood her body.
"That'd be great. Thanks a lot."
"No problem," James said. "Now, where are your folks?" Sara automatically replied
"My grandparents brought me. They are over by platform ten." She wasn't sure that just coming out and saying 'oh, they are dead' wouldn't be the most intelligent thing in the world to do. She lead him to where Virginia and William were standing. They both looked at her, extremely puzzled.
"Grandma, Grandpa, this is James Potter," she told them. They shook hands with James, exchanging 'Pleased to meet you's. "James, these are my grandparents, William and Virginia O'Hanlon. James is going to show us where platform nine and three-quarters is."
"Well, that's a relief," William declared. "It seems like we've been wandering around here for ages!"
"Honestly, William! It's only been a quarter of an hour!" Virginia exclaimed. "So, young man, where is this platform nine and three-quarters, anyway?"
"It's right over here," James told her, leading them all past a swarm of muggles hurrying to catch their trains. William pushed the trolley, which now had Athena's brass cage held securely atop the trunk with a leather strap. They came to a stop right in front of a brick wall. The signs that hung on either side told Sara that this was the barrier between platforms nine and ten.
"Okay," James said. "Now all you have to do is run straight at the barrier. The train to Hogwarts will be waiting on the other side." This statement earned looks of extreme skepticism from both William and Virginia. Their faces showed exactly what Sara was feeling, though she didn't have the heart to look at James like a lunatic, as he had been so kind before. James saw these looks and, though he had the urge to roll his eyes at the sight of them, he chose instead to back up a little ways from the barrier.
"Alright, then. Watch me first, and watch carefully. You can follow behind me." With that, James took a breath and ran forward at full speed towards the barrier. It looked extremely solid to Sara, who was bracing herself for the thud that would tell her that James had cracked his skull open. Nevertheless, she watched as he neared the barrier. He was an inch from it, and suddenly, he wasn't there at all. Sara blinked.
"Well, then. Grandpa, may I have the trolley?"
"Sara, dear, you aren't going to go through with that are you? That is insanity!" William handed her the trolley anyway. Sara gave the barrier a determined look. She straightened the trolley and planted her feet firmly in the ground.
"I'll see you on the other side!" And with that, she lowered her head and pushed the trolley as hard as she could. She was running, nearing the barrier faster. She was beginning to regret doing this, but she couldn't stop now, so she squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself, waiting for the impact. When it didn't come, she opened her eyes, and a wondrous sight met them.
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Aaaaaaa! A cliffie! You will just have to wait for the next chapter to come out now! While you are waiting, you can go ahead and write a REVIEW!!! What a great idea! When you are writing the review, be honest. Praise will be welcomed, and flames will be used to burn my religion book. Stick around for chapter two!