A/N: Hey everybody! How long has it been since I was in this situation, writing my before story Author's Note? A while, no? Well, I'm back in action. I wrote this story a while ago, but I haven't had the time nor the wanting of putting it up, until, like, a few hours ago. I'm so spur-of-the-moment...on occasion. My friend Kali and I were talking about the Backstreet Boys since we are both totally in like of them now. You know that thing: Love it, then hate it and it goes away and then comes back and you are totally like "I LOVE YOU!" Yeah, that's what happened. We spend so long talking about Howie D. What's with the "d"? It's not Kevin R. or Brian L. but it IS Howie D. Does this make sense to anyone? There was no one else in pop then (or in his band, no less) that had the name Howie. I don't get what is up with the D...Oh well. We have decided that just because of that he is our new favorite. Anyways, yeah. That's the weirdness that comes about me and my friends. According to DDR, my sister is the "King of Dance". And here I always thought my sister was a girl... jk. She is. Really. Okay I will explain this here and now. My sister's name is Nicole, but I didn't get my main character's name from her name. I could only really find that name that meant victory. There is a long and complicated system for how the names work, but I don't want to explain it now. so i won't. I'll do it in the next chapter. Love you all and thanks for reading this! ENJOY!
Disclaimer: I don't and never own anything but a copy of the Harry Potter books. Thanksness!
Victory's Letter
Fate Letter:
Nikole and her twin brother, Viktor stared at the identical letters they had just received. Both looked up and were speechless as they looked at each other. The only thing different about them was the first initial on the address.
N. Tancs
13 Flag Street
Windsor
Berkshire
Both opened the letters and pulled out a piece of parchment. Unknowing they were also opening up a new chapter in there lives. Nikole moved closer to her brother and realized that the letters were also identical.
HOGWARTS
SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS
DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf.
Warlock, Supreme
Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear
Mister Tancs,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been
accepted at Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please
find an enclosed list of
necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.
Your
sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"Oh my god, Vik. Is this some kind of joke by one of your stupid friends?" Nikole asked, completely outraged. Nikole's hazel eyes immediately bore into her brother's face when she asked him this question. His made her dirty blonde mid-back length hair get into her face, forcing her to push it behind her ears.
"No. My friends would not do something like this. Although that would be a good idea…" Viktor stated, beginning to read the parchment in the envelope out loud. His identical hazel eyes stared back at his sister which caused a staring contest of sorts until Nikole pulled on Viktor's dirty blonde short hairs.
First
Year Students will require:
3 sets of plain work robes (black)
1
plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
1 pair protective gloves
(dragon hide or similar)
1 winter cloak (black with silver
fastenings)
Course Books:
The
Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of
Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A
Beginners Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand
Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and
Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by
Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment:
1
Wand
1 Cauldron
1 Telescope
1 Set glass or crystal phials
1
Set brass scales
You may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
"Dear. God. I have no idea what this is? Is it for real?"
"I've no clue. If it is real then I don't know what to do…" Viktor stated, looking up from his letter at his twin.
Both Tancs children looked at their parents who were standing nervously in the doorframe of the living room. Mr. and Mrs. Tancs were exchanging glances in between looking at their offspring in an uncertain way. The twins looked at each other and then at their parents. The room was quieter than a morgue at night.
"Kids, Nikole, Viktor, we should probably explain this to you. We weren't sure if you were going to be wizards and witches so we didn't tell you. I'm a wizard. Your mom is what we call a muggle. It just means that she is non-magical," Winston Tancs explain to his children. "We're so sorry. We should have told you. It would have made life easier," he smiled, "I could have used magic all the time instead of just when you were sleeping or away."
Their mother took a step towards them and began to speak, but her husband placed a hand upon her shoulder, "Let it sink in Chessa. We should leave them to talk for a while."
Once their parents had left the room Nikole plopped onto the couch, Viktor not far behind. "This is so cool. Our dad is a wizard and so are we! Wizards that is," Viktor speculated.
"I'm not a wizard you freak."
"Yes, you are."
"No, actually, I'm not."
"Ye-," he was cut off by a pillow to the face.
"I'm a witch, thanks very much," Nikole said as she nodded.
"I'll agree to that much," Viktor mumbled under his breath, only to receive another pillow the face. "Now my point is proven."
Mr. Tancs cradled a small box as he brought it down the stairs. Inside, he explained to Nikole and Viktor, who were busy banking a fire at their father's request, was something called Floo Powder. He opened the box with care and gathered a good handful of the powder.
"Stand back kids, this may shock you," Mr. Tancs warned as he stepped towards the fire. Once his children were backed away he threw the powder into the fire. The flame instantly flared emerald green. Gasps escaped the lips of the two very shocked children standing behind their father. "What you need to do is step into the fire a-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, WHOA. What do you mean, 'into the fire'? Do you honestly expect us to go into that fire? It's green for god's sake," Nikole said, dryly. Her father frowned but said nothing concerning her choice of words.
"I know that it may seem…odd but I promise it won't hurt you. See?" He stepped into the fire and nothing happened. He stepped back out. "To get back to what I was saying you step into the fire, yes into it stop giving me that look Nikole, darling, and say the name of your destination very clearly. We are going to Diagon Alley."
"Diagon Alley?" Viktor asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"Yes, Diagon Alley," his father replied, eyeing his son. He started to chuckle as his son burst into hysterical laughter.
"Diagon Alley, like DIAGONALLY! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." Viktor shouted between fits of laughter.
Nikole rolled her eyes and sighed. "Boys. Oh, my god, you are so immature sometimes. I can't believe I am related to you." Shaking her head she stepped into the fire and shouted out "Diagon Alley" very clearly before her father could stop her.
"Oh,
wow, well I hope she got there alright," Winston Tancs said
nervously, "Now, it's your turn
Viktor." He threw another
good handful of Floo Powder into the fire and pushed his son in as
well. "Now remember son, this is serious, don't say diagonally. I
know it is tempting but you won't end up where you want to be,
okay?"
"Yes Dad."
"Okay, go Vik."
"DIAGON ALLEY!" Mr. Tancs watched his son disappear and followed his children.
Nikole shot out of the fireplace in a strange place that was very unfamiliar to her. She stood by the fireplace waiting for her family members to follow and became scared after taking a look at the people in this foreign place.
"First time in the Leaky Cauldron?" a mysterious person said behind her. Nikole spun around quickly and was facing a very handsome boy. He had dark honey colored eyes. His hair appeared freshly cut and slightly curly. His face was sprinkled with a few freckles that hardly showed. Nikole realized she was staring and instantly shook herself. Looking concerned as she snapped out of it, the boy looked hard at her and put his hand on her shoulder and shook her. "Hey, are you okay? You look a little out of it…So is this your first time coming to the Leaky Cauldron?" Nikole nodded.
"Yes, it is. I just found out a couple days ago that my dad has been a wizard all this time and my brother and I didn't know. This is all a little overwhelming," she told the boy some of the truth to cover up the fact that she had been staring at him. He must be really clueless if he doesn't realize I was staring at him… she thought, but shrugged it off.
"Oh, bummer, I would hate that. Anyways, my name is Tad; it's nice to meet you. What is your name?" Tad asked her. Nikole realized that he had paused almost unnoticeably before saying his name.
"My name's Nikole. It's nice to meet you too," she said. She decided just to ask him the question that came into her mind next. "Is Tad short for something else?"
Tad grimaced. "I was hoping you wouldn't ask that. I hate my real name. Most people don't realize Tad isn't the real thing." He paused the finally after another pained expression he said, "My real name is Thaddeus." Nikole tried not to say or do anything rude, but it was really hard not to laugh.
"It's a … nice name. Very…Greek?" she alleged, hearing the question in her voice.
"Yes, yes, I know it's awful. You can laugh all you want. I won't stop you," he told her. She burst into laughter and Tad chuckled too, not being able to resist.
"I'm sorry that was mean. My mother raised me better than that," said Nikole, still giggling a little.
Tad replied, "I don't mind really because I know it's an awful name." He stopped and eyed her slightly. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a nice laugh?"
Nikole blushed, "Umm… Thanks. I don't think anyone has ever told me that before…" She smiled at him to try and avoid blushing further.
He chuckled, shaking his head, "So why are you here all by yourself if you just learned about magic?"
"Oh well my brother and dad were right behind me, I thought…" Right as said she this, her brother shot out of the fire place like she had minutes before and almost tripped her. "Hey! Watch it."
"Sorry, Sis, didn't mean to hit you if I did," he stopped and looked at Tad, "who are you?"
Nikole hit Viktor, "Vik, be nice! That was really rude!" Turning to Tad she said, "I'm sorry this is my brother Viktor, he's normally not rude like that..."
Tad smiled. "It's okay. Nice to meet you Viktor, I'm Tad."
Still eyeing him Viktor questioned, "Tad short for something?"
"I swear something is wrong with your whole perceptive family… It's short for Thaddeus." Tad shook his head.
"Bummer name buddy."
"Ain't it?"
Viktor nodded vigorously as Mr. Tancs gracefully slide out of the fireplace. He stepped up the group of kids and smiled at Tad in a warm way, "How might you be?"
"My name's Thaddeus Ashmore, Sir," Tad replied politely. He shook Mr. Tancs extended hand.
"Nice meeting you, but we really must be going to get their school supplies. What year are you in, if I may ask?" Winston Tancs asked.
"Second year Gryffindor, Sir," Tad said, smiling proudly.
"Excellent! Would you mind looking after my children while they are at Hogwarts for at least the first year?" Mr. Tancs requested, seeing much potential in this boy. He hoped he would see more of this boy. He could tell Thaddeus was pure and trustworthy. Having grown up with Mr. and Mrs. Ashmore at Hogwarts he knew that both would only raise the best of sons. This boy had the likelihood to be just what Winston wanted to look after his family. Not that any of the three children in front of him knew that they had many hopes and wishes behind their years in Hogwarts.
Thaddeus was nodding when Nikole burst out, "I can take care of myself Dad!" Viktor started to laugh at his sister causing, Mr. Tancs to chuckle, and Tad to smirk. Nikole hit Viktor and then pointed at Tad. "Don't smirk at me like that, Mister!" Tad pushed her finger out of his face.
"Be careful with that, you could hurt someone," Tad was still smirking at her when he bent her finger at the second digit and then dropped it. Nikole noticed how his eyes twinkled when he smirked and blushed, realizing she liked it when he smirked at her. The Tancs' waved good-bye to Tad. As soon as Tad was out of site Viktor wrapped his arm around Nikole's shoulders and started to laugh as he began talking.
"'Don't be rude Viktor, I can take care of my self Daddy, Don't smirk at me Mister'" He laughed, having imitated her. "Then you blushed like cah-RAZY. No need to, Tad's a nice guy." He smirked at her and she elbowed him the ribs causing his arm to fall from her shoulders as he clutched his ribs.
"Be nice Nikole. I have to agree though, he's a nice young man. I knew his parents when we went to Hogwarts. Tad is the kind of friend I want you kids to have," Mr. Tancs told Nikole and Viktor, steering them into a shop that was filled with books.
"I swear Dad I refuse to be around that boy and will not enjoy your little arrangement for him to take of me, which is totally stupid because I can take care of myself just fine! I'm not a baby anymore," Nikole stomped her way into the kitchen where her mother was preparing dinner.
"Honey, what's wrong? And would you please stop stomping and making so much noise?" Mrs. Tancs stirred her soup then pulled out a spoon and tested it, adding pepper afterwards.
Nikole decided to rant at her mother instead, but quieter, "Sorry Mom, but do you know what happened while we were there?" Chessa Tancs shook her head. "Well, I'll tell you! We got there and then this boy, who was really cute but that's not the point, came along and started talking to us. He smirked at me, which was really nice looking but again, not the point, and then we ran into him and again and guess, just GUESS, what he did!"
"What did he do, honey?"
"Dad tell her what he did!" Mr. Tancs started but Nikole cut him off, "He invited Viktor to hang out with him and his friends! So, Viktor is still prancing around with that irritating boy having an absolutely GREAT time!"
"Honey, it not only sounds as if you like this boy, it almost seems like you're jealous of Viktor for having already found friends," Mrs. Tancs faced her child and stared at her pointedly.
Nikole stood up, "I'm not jealous! I never want to see that stupid boy ever again! He's so aggravating and I DO NOT like him!" She slumped back down into her chair and sighed heavily. "He was good looking though." Mr. and Mrs. Tancs exchanged looks as their daughter left the room to read a book in her room before dinner.
Mr. Tancs began slicing freshly made bread for dinner, "He was Dysis and Phillip's son. Nice boy that one. I really don't think Nikole has a problem with him. From what I heard from Viktor she was defending and being really nice to the boy before I suggested he look after them for at least the first year. That girl really needs to learn when things are best for her. Oh well, I'm sure she will learn over time… that's all she needs is time to realize the things that are right in front of her…"
Viktor walked through the door frame into the kitchen where his father had just placed the freshly cut bread on the table and his mother was adding more cayenne to the soup. He stood with the swinging door slightly ajar behind him until his parents acknowledged him.
"Hey son, how was "hanging out"?" Mrs. Tancs asked.
"It was fun. I have a question though."
Winston looked up from setting the table, "What is it son. Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing is wrong. I was just wondering if Tad could come over to spend the night before we go to school. Could he come?" Viktor asked.
"Sure, but don't tell your sister or she will shoot us. When would you want him to come over?" Mr. Tancs replied.
"When could I have him over?"
"Anytime, he's a nice boy."
"Is tonight okay?" Viktor smiled innocently.
Winston sighed, "I knew that's what you were getting at. Yes, he can come in from the living room now."
Viktor grinned, "I hate it when you're perceptive, but thanks Dad!" Viktor ran out of the kitchen and Mr. Tancs set another plate on the table. Nikole walked back into the room.
"Why are there five places? Is Grandma coming over? Oh no, I have to go get ready if she is, she hates it when I wear pants," Nikole began to panic, looking at what she was wearing.
"Nikole calm down. Your brother has a friend over."
"Oh, really? Cool, who is it?" Her head turned as the door connecting the living room and kitchen opened, revealing Viktor and Thaddeus Ashmore.
"Oh, my god. What the heck is he doing here?" Nikole demanded.
"Nikole, be nice. Tad is a perfectly nice young man and you have no reason to be cruel," Mrs. Tancs reprimanded. Nikole crossed her arms over her chest and stared hard at Tad. God, why does he have to be so good looking? It just isn't fair! Nikole thought angrily before turning on her heel and yelling that she was going to wash her hands.
In the bathroom Nikole splashed water over her face, which had turned very warm at the sight of Tad in the doorway of her kitchen. She didn't entirely understand how they could have met this boy and he was already spending the night at their house. Having Tad in their house was bad, very bad. Who knows what could happen with Tad and her under the same roof. Nikole might even get mad enough with him there that there would no longer be a roof. Someone pushed open the door and Nikole looked into the mirror. Tad's reflection stood behind her.
"God, everywhere I go you follow me! What is your problem?" Nikole glared at him in the mirror, wiping her hands on a towel by the sink. He smirked at her.
"What? Not happy to see me?"
"No. Why are you even here? I don't see why my parents think you are so nice, you're… NOT… you're irritating and stupid," She threw the towel down on the counter.
"Well Vik told me to wash my hands in here while he got something from his room, parents always like me, and I really don't care if you think I'm irritating or stupid, just FYI. You can call me whatever you want and it still won't matter to me," he put his face right in front of hers, "because you're being just a little bit immature about this whole thing."
"Oh, like you're so much more mature. You are only a year older than me!" Nikole shoved past him and slammed the kitchen door open. This was going to be to the dinner from Hell.
Nikole woke up the next morning and bounded down the stairs, having completely forgot that Tad was in her house. Whistling, she pushed the door to her kitchen open. What ever her mother was cooking smelled great! When Nikole walked into the kitchen she saw none other than Tad standing in front of the stove cooking French toast. Her father was reading a paper in the dining room while her mother was completing a crossword puzzle. Viktor was setting the table around his parents and talking to Tad about something. They looked like a happy little family. It was revolting. Who told that jerk he could come in and steal her family's hearts! Is that really was what he's doing? Or is he just trying to be nice and make a good impression? Her mind said and she argued back, Well…. Hey oh never mind I'll just be quiet and let him cook. It means I don't have to. Nikole took her place at the table and poured herself a glass of orange juice. Tad came to the table with a plate of full of steaming French toast and placed it down. He sat down and people started serving themselves some of the toast. Mr. Tancs placed a piece on Nikole's plate and everyone started eating.
"It was so sweet of you to volunteer to cook breakfast when you are the guest, Tad," Mrs. Tancs told him. "This is delicious." Tad smiled at her and continued eating as Mr. Tancs and Viktor agreed. Three faces turned towards Nikole.
"What do you think of it Nikole, isn't it good?" Mr. Tancs asked, giving Nikole a pointed look. Nikole shrugged noncommittally. "Nikole be polite. Tad made us breakfast, wasn't that nice of him?"
Nikole looked her father straight in the eye, "Sure, if you're into arrogant-jerky-family stealers, he's perfect." Nikole stood up and ran out of the room, tears in her eyes. They can go and like him better if they want to. That's their problem, not mine. Viktor tapped on Nikole's bedroom door a few minutes later.
"Nix, can I come in?"
"Not if your friend is with you."
"He's not, he's still eating."
"Okay." The door opened Viktor came in, closing the door behind him. He sat next to her on the bed. Silence took over for several minutes.
"That wasn't very nice of you Nix, what's wrong? You can tell me you know. The whole twin thing, it's kind of important…" Viktor looked hard at his sister, noticing the guilt on her face.
"It's just that we don't even really know this guy and he's suddenly spending the night and cooking us breakfast. Mom and Dad love him already and it's really complicated because he's really cute and really arrogant and I don't want to be confused like this. I'm only ELEVEN Vik. He seemed really nice at first, but then he wasn't and he was all arrogant and stuff and ugh…" Nikole looked helplessly at Viktor. He hugged her.
"Just be as polite as you can and avoid him as much as possible. I mean it though, Sis, be polite when you are around him. I'll talk to him, okay?" Viktor let go of his sister. "We love you Nix, don't forget that."
"Okay but don't tell him I think he's cute, that would be bad, okay?" Viktor nodded and walked down the stairs. He told Nikole to apologize and she walked into the dining room.
Mr. and Mrs. Tancs were washing dishes with music on in the kitchen and Tad was looking at the comics in the newspaper. Nikole walked up to Tad. She stood next to him until he looked up. "Yeah?"
"I'm sorry I acted that way," Nikole blushed deep red and bolted out the door. She ran past Viktor and up to her room where she closed the door and looked at her face in the mirror. Nikole was as red as she felt. "That wasn't so bad…" she said to herself, rubbing her hands over her face. "Not so bad at all…" Not believing the words coming out of her own mouth Nikole got comfy on her bed with a book.
On September 1st the Tancs clan arrived at Kings Cross Station around 8:45 so that the family had enough time to get into Platform 9 ¾ and then still have time to put away luggage and say good-byes. Nikole talked with her parents and twin brother as they walked through the parking lot. The family laughed as they stepped into the cool atmosphere of Kings Cross Station. People were bustling everywhere trying to get to their trains before they left. Mr. Tancs had explained the miracle of Platform 9 ¾ before coming to the station.
The Tancs' walked through the crowd to where they needed to enter the platform and were greeted almost immediately by Thaddeus Ashmore. He had obviously been waiting for their arrival. Nikole looked at the ground and kept walking as Tad joined the family. Having already stored his bag, he shouldered Vik's carry on.
"It's too bad we won't be sleeping in the same dorm room. That would have been great, but sadly, we are in different years. I didn't think about this until now, but we won't be in any classes together either. Oh well," Nikole rolled her eyes and tuned out Tad ramblings after this point because she didn't care what he had to say. Individually the five people passed through the barrier to platform 9 ¾ and Tad continued talking. "I saved a compartment for the group, Viktor so you can sit with us. I found a place for Nikole if she wants to sit there, but she doesn't have to…" Everyone looked at Nikole, who was busy not paying attention to conversation.
"Nikole, pay attention," Mrs. Tancs scolded. Nikole snapped back.
"What?"
"Thaddeus found a place for you to sit."
"Oh…okay…" Nikole replied, unsure about sitting with someone of Tad's finding.
"You can sit with my little sister, she isn't really like me in personality, so you two should get along," Tad said, smirking at her. The family said good-bye and promised to write. This process was a lot less difficult than Nikole would have imagined. The three students boarded the train. Tad led Nikole to her compartment and opened the door. Four girls were sitting in the compartment talking. The first one that looked kind of like Tad, but with longer hair and yellowish eyes was obviously the loudest. The girl sitting next to her was very pretty with long brown hair falling just past her shoulders and it was tinted with barely visible red lowlights. Her eyes were blue, but one was greener than the other, she was very quiet. The girl sitting across from the quieter was one was blonde with baby blue eyes. She had very light freckles scattered attractively sprinkled over her face. The fourth girl had light brown hair that was cut to her chin and her eyes were brown. All of the girls looked friendly.
"Hi Tad, is this the girl?" The loudest girl asked.
"Yeah, guys this is Nikole, why don't you introduce yourselves?" Tad asked them.
"Okay," said the quieter girl, "I'm Aderys. It's nice to meet you." She smiled and Nikole smiled back.
The third girl smiled too, "I'm Adelaide."
"Nice to meet you! I'm Emlynn," the last girl said. She was obviously the hyper one.
The first girl spoke again, "I'm Randilyn, Tad's sister." She turned to Tad. "Go away now; we wanna talk to Nikole without you here." Tad closed the door behind Nikole and the girls made room for her. She was now sitting between Randilyn and Aderys. Randilyn leaned in closer to her.
"So how did you manage to get yourself in the unfortunate place of knowing my brother?" Randilyn asked.
"Well I met him when I went to go get my books. I just learned a few weeks ago that I was a witch, even though my dad is a wizard. It was very confused and that was the first time I had used the Floo Network ever. You're brother was nice at first, but then I realized he was really arrogant… no offence," Nikole quickly, apologized.
"No, it's okay. He is arrogant and he enjoys it. He'll do anything to make people nervous or uncomfortable because he thinks it's fun," she shook her head then gestured around the compartment. "Now I'll introduce everyone by what we call each other. You are welcome to hang out with us anytime because I know that I like your personality and I think people agree with me. You aren't afraid to say what you think, that's important!" She smiled and everyone nodded agreement with her.
"Yup! I think you're funny! Most people wouldn't dare say that Tad was arrogant because he might not like them after that. Even the older girls are already looking at Tad even though he is only twelve," Emlynn said, shaking her head. "Loser groupies. Not that he is hideously deformed, at least not on the outside." All the girls laughed, even Nikole, and especially Randilyn.
"I think you're crazy, he is hideously deformed in all senses of the word-" Randilyn was about to continue before Nikole, already feeling like she belonged interrupted her.
"You aren't supposed to think your brother is cute because it's kind of illegal to…" Nikole explained, and everyone burst into laughter.
"You so fit in! Anyways, the girls call me Rand, or Randi. Emlynn is Em. Adelaide is Addy and Aderys, yes sadly we have two people who's name start with "A", we call her Rys. Sucks to be you Rysen One," explained through more laughter.
"I don't mind. Except when you call me Rysen One because that is just…Oh well…" Rys sighed and proceeded to block out her friends laughing at her expense. "Yes thank you. I love you all, too."
"You know you do Rys," Randi said, smiling innocently. Rys just shook her head in a disappointed way.
"I have a question," Nikole said.
"Yeah? What is it?" Em replied.
"How old are all of you?"
"We are all going into First Year. Exciting isn't it? I can't wait!" Addy answered her, excitedly. The compartment erupted into people talking excitedly about the coming year. Nikole and the four other girls acted like they had been friends for life, which the other four had been. Nikole would later find out that all four had grown up in the same magical neighborhood. Nikole would also discover that the five of them were born in perfect intervals of each other, now that Nikole joined. The numbers had worked out but now they were perfect. Aderys was the oldest, followed by Emlynn, then Adelaide, Nikole fit in next, making the match perfectly, and Randilyn was the youngest. She liked not being the one to dangle on the end, the one that had skipped and interval. Nikole was the perfect fit to the group and they were bonded for life in a matter of hours.
A/N: Well...yes...that was interesting! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! review. I really wanna know what people think about this story! I know it's not that great, but I still wanna know! Okay lotsa love from me to you!
