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Unfortunately, the train did arrived, her parents collected her, and she grabbed a port key to her home for the next several months

And so once again, time passed, but it crept by slowly.Liz hated every moment spent there. The place was bear and sweltering in the heat of the American South. Once she had a taste of it, Liz began to understand why women were thought to have been prone to fainting spells.

She did make friends, but it was hard to keep them. Her first two friends stayed only another two weeks, then they both had their babies and left for home. She wasn't allowed to ask for personal information so it was impossible to contact them. And as it was, she would be leaving for England so what was the point?

Liz sighed, as she stood up, or rather attempted to stand up, about a month after her arrival. With her being seven almost eight months along now, it didn't work very well.

Her roommate Cookie, a sweet but annoying girl from Detroit, came over and helped Liz to her feet.

"ARRRRGH! I'm supposed to live like this for another two months!" Liz cursed, stretching already soar muscles. Just then, the reason for her standing up made an appearance.

Sister Mary Malter, head of Saint Glenda's Home for Unwed Witch Mothers and known to the residence as 'Hitler in a habit.' She was very big on rules, and even bigger on enforcing them. But her one great passion was ruling the unfortunate souls that resided here with an iron fist.

"Ladies, this is Leanne." The head stated coolly, gesturing to the young woman beside her, who was only just starting to show. Cookie and Liz waved merrily.

"The rules here are very simple Leanne. No last names, addresses or any kind of personal information, no food of any kind in the rooms, and no magic in the halls. Is that clear?" Leanne nodded, "Alright then. This is Elizabeth and... Cookie." Leanne raised as eyebrow, as though about to ask a question, but then glanced at Sister Malter, and opted not to. Liz couldn't resist grinning.

'Hitler in a habit' HATED saying Cookie's name. She thought it was nonsensical and ludicrous.

So of course, they made her say it as often as possible.

As 'Hitler in a habit' departed, Cookie promptly dug through a drawer and brought out, what else, cookies. Chocolate Chip to be exact. She tossed it to the new arrival.

"Here. You won't make it without these." Cookie commented wisely. Leanne nodded and hid them away in her bag.

"So, I'm Cookie, and I'm studying Potions in France. That's Liz, what are you doing again?" Liz's grin widened. It was an unspoken tradition that you greeted the roommates with your cover story.

"Gaining a fuller understanding of Muggle Studies by living with them for a summer." Leanne laughed until she had to sit down.

"I'm learning Transfiguration from a private Instructor who's very famous." Liz and Cookie exchanged looks then burst into hysterics and went rolling on their beds. Leanne looked sheepish.

"Pitiful, isn't it?"

"Quite!"

"What was your first clue?" The ice now broken the girls began chattering merrily, revealing hometowns. Leanne was a Seattleite; she pointed it out on a map. She cooed over Liz's accent, calling it charming, and declaring her most decidedly a Londoner. Finally, at about six, Sister Malter announced the names for physicals. Liz, Leanne and Cookie were on it, along with the other girls in their wing. The three groaned.

"I hate physicals." Leanne stated following the long trail of girls headed in one direction. Liz nodded.

"As if we don't have enough embarrassments to deal with! Someone poking us in a already sensitive area-"

"-Commenting on our weight gain-" Grumbled Cookie.

"-And when we complain we're told, 'remember that the next time you think of committing fornication' " They all recited easily, but hushed when one of the sisters came and began leading them one by one into the exam room. Liz was about third in line when her parents' owl came swooping in. She seized the owl, Mercury by name, and let it rest on her shoulder for a bit.

She had written to her parents weeks ago, begging them not to force her to give up her baby, and to let her come home, or help her find a place of her own. This was their reply.

She unfolded the letter and began to read. Lily was expecting a baby boy within the next few weeks, James was excited, they couldn't wait to see her in September.

Her father wished her well, as did her mother…

And that was it. No mention of her letter. But in a sense, their ignoring it spoke louder then any words…

So, that was how it was. Liz felt, not for the first time, her blood silently begin to boil. But she remained calm, was pleasant with the Nuns, even when they were announcing she'd gained four pounds.

Liz used the time to make plans. She had a little money Lilly had given her, "just in case." Not enough for an apartment or anything but enough to get her out and possibly keep her fed for a bit. She'd have to flee just long enough to have the baby, and become of age. Then she could come back home.

Sighing Liz made her way back to the room, where she commenced in counting her money. She had just enough to make it to Seattle. It was far away, and Leanne had made it sound lovely…


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: we have about two, maybe three chapters left of the flashbacks! Sand3, Vega Sailor and I gathered at Vega's for a bit and discussed this story. They helped me smoothen out a few things, and BIG THANKS TO THEM. Now the next few chapters things are going to get complicated, fast. So be sure to tune in and pay attention! And as always, REVIEW please!