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A/N-I'm sorry it took me so long to update.

III

Bring. Bring. Bring. "Hello?" I asked into my cell phone wondering who would call me after hours.

"Blaise, I need for you to come over here right now." Hermione says quickly.

"Why?"

"Oh nothing, I'm just calling my secretary down at teh office to make sure that everything's alright." Hermione say to somebody else with her hand obviously covering her cell phone because it's muffled.

I hear somebody laughing shrilly." That's so like you Hermione. Come on, it's a party, enjoy yourself!"

"I'll be there in a minute Beth!" Hermione calls to Beth.

"We'll be waiting!" Beth yells from what I can hear.

"What's all that about?" I ask as soon as Hermione takes her hand away.

"That is why you need to come down here!" Hermione says frantically.

"And who exactly is Beth?"

"She is making my life stressful; I can't get rid of her. You said that if I had trouble with anything for me to give you a call and you'd fix it, remember? Bridesmaid duties? Ring a bell?" Hermione says quickly and I can tell that she's ebbing away from the party.

"Yes. I opted to get help you with anything that might make you stressful, and thus ruin your wedding."

"She is making everything around here mad! She is slowly, but aptly, driving me mad!" Hermione shouts into the phone.

"And you haven't told her to bugger off?" I ask while I roll my eyes.

"Nothing gets rid of her. Please, you are the only one out of any of us can scare her enough to get rid of her! Please! Think of it as a wedding gift!" Hermione pleads with me.

"And where exactly are you?" I say after I sigh.

"The borrow." Hermione says somewhat happily.

"Bye."

"Bye!" Hermione says as I turn off my phone.

I sigh as I get up and look in the mirror. It's been four months sincee I left. After I'm done fixing myself up, I go to the kitchen to talk to Lucy.

"And where are you going looking like you are heading to a beauty pageant Miss?" Lucy asks me as I enter the kitchen.

"I'm going to see some old friends Lucy." I sigh as sit down.

"Sure. And just who might these friends of yours be? Where is this gatherin' going to be taking place and what'll yall be doing once there? How are you even going to get there?" Lucy says in her southern voice like an over-protective mom and grandmother.

"These are some friends of mine from school. We're celebrating two of the getting engaged and I'll be taking the skyplane." I say quickly. The skyplane is like the night bus except it travels internationally and doesn't do inter-country lifts.

"Okay sugar, you can go. But if there's any trouble, you have to come home right then. I don't want to hear any of this nonsense about you being old enough to care for yourself. You had best come right here." Lucy says before I signal the skyplane.

"I promise I'll come straight back here." I promise as the skyplane arrives.

"Goo' evenin' Miss. What's you's name an' where you's be goin'?" Mark says in his Jersey accent.

"My name is Rebecca Smith and I'm going to London." I smile as I come up with yet another false identity.

"Seven Sickles and we's there in ten minutes. Settle down, we's takin' off."

A/N-Thank you

Hypatia Cade

Hypatia Cade (yes two times because you reviewed two times)

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And thank all of you who have read this story so far.

I will update the next chapter soon, but it probably won't be for about three days because I'm visiting some people and the new book comes out then, and I HAVE to read it. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to update until I read it. That may be a problem however as I ordered it online. Because I have never done that before, I have no clue when it will get in. Extremely sorry.

bye, MK