Hi! New chapter posted today, I made it longer for the delay (so sorry for that btw...) So, some of you had questions about the timeline... The Wizarding War is over here, Voldypants is dead, but I moved the timeline to better fit the MCU. In this story Hermione was born in 1994, so she began Hogwarts in 2006. More about where are we in the MCU will be shown in this chapter with all our characters now in New York. There are a few changes to the movies to better fit the story I have in my head, but nothis exceedingly major.

Hope you enjoy this chapter and happy reading!

On My Way

– Alan Walker, Farruko, and Sabrina Carpenter

I'm sorry but

Don't wanna talk, I need a moment 'fore I go

It's nothing personal

I draw the blinds

They don't need to see me cry

'Cause even if they understand

They don't understand

So then when I'm finished

I'm all 'bout my business and ready to save the world

I'm taking my misery

Make it my bitch, can't be everyone's favorite girl

Number 12, Grimmauld Place

Harry organised a small reunion to whish her goodbye. It consisted of the Weasley's, minus Charlie, Bill, and his wife. The absence of Fred was heartfelt as well, but that morning they had all gathered for her. Mrs. Tonks was there as well with Teddy in his hands, the baby changing his hair colour and eyes whenever he felt like it, or saw someone he found funny.

Other friends from Hogwarts had come as well. Hermione spoke to all of them, careful not to say much about her plans, less they try to make her change her mind. Not that they would succeed, but it would be incredibly frustrating.

"I'm planning a travel as well, to Castelobruxo for the magizoology program," Hermione focused her attention back to her friend. The dreamy look hadn't faded after the war, Luna Lovegood continued to be an eccentric witch, although her usually bright locks of hair had lost its shine, and she was still a bit underweight, but she was getting there.

"Castelobruxo?" Hermione asked, curiosity making her forget about things she was more than gladly inclined to forget at the moment.

"The magic school of Latinoamerica" was Luna's simple reply.

"So you're not going back to Hogwarts?" Luna gave her one of those looks that made her feel like her soul was exposed.

"Neither are you," it wasn't accusing, Hermione could tell, the girl was only pointing the obvious, but Hermione felt the slap anyway. Her fear coming back to chip her resolve.

She walked away from the girl with a poor thought excuse, one she knew Luna didn't believe for a second.

Hermione was not a coward. It's only an strategical retreat, that's all, she thought to herself, and repeated the words over an over like a mantra.

"Hermione!" The brunette turned from her way towards the kitchen, Ginny was walking her way, a bright, yet sad smile on her face. "I have something for you, come."

The redhead took her hand and pulled her upstairs to what used to be their room when they stayed there. As they passed, Hermione saw claw marks at the bottom of Harry and Ron's door and the floor, marks left by Sirius when he sensed Harry's nightmares.

But Hermione didn't got the time to reminisce about that, for Ginny pulled her away and into their room, closing the door behind them.

"I thought you might like to open it up alone, it's quite... sentimental" Ginny stuck her hand inside her pocket, pulling out a small box that she enlarged with a swirl of her wand.

A big square box sat on Ginny's hand, it was wrapped in red and gold paper, a sticker of a roaring lion on top. Hermione smiled, taking the box from the other girl's hand. As she carefully peeled away the paper, Ginny fidgeted and shifted her weight from foot to foot nervously.

When she finally opened the lid, she found the crest of Hogwarts in vivid colours, the mascots moved, peering at her curiously and then began chasing themselves across the brown-leather cover. It was a book.

"We all contributed." Ginny began to explain, "A parting gift, so you can have us with you." Her friend said, Hermione glanced quickly up at her, her eyes tearing up, she lifted the cover, it wasn't a mere book, it was a photo album with pictures taken over the years.

Smiling faces greeted her, waving back at her. Happy times at Hogwarts with all her friends and the people she considered family. She saw several pictures of her and the boys as they grew up, pictures of her cheering from the Quidditch stands, of her small study group at the library on those rare times when all she had to worry were her actual grades. Of the prefects in their meeting classroom.

Photos of all the surviving people when the rebuilded Hogwarts.

Her teachers smiling brightly even though the lines of worry were clear, still, they put a brave, happy face for the camera.

Hermione launched her arms over her friend's shoulders and cried, the album clutched tightly in her right hand. "Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

Stark Jet, destination New York City

"Miss Potts is trying to reach you through your phone, Sir." Jarvis, the disembodied voice announced through the jet speakers.

Hermione arched a brow at the man the voice spoke to. Strangely, she wasn't scared of the AI, she had seen many things in her short life, she could do amazing, and frankly terrifying, things with the swirl of a wand. A voice without a body was not nearly as scary as hearing Voldemort whisper in your head to give your brother to die, or as having a locket do the same whispering, murmuring awful things to your mind and soul.

Jarvis was much nicer, polite, even friendly in its own, technological way.

"Tell her I'm there in a few minutes." Mr. Stark —Tony, Hermione told herself— said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders like hearing his girlfriend being upset with him was a common occurrence. Maybe it was, Hermione could see it happening a lot.

"You're not calling her back?" She wondered aloud, giving him an inquisitive look.

"I'll see her in a bit," he typed something on his phone, "with flowers. The room will smell like a green house for a week." Tony gave a deep, obviously fake, pained groan and slid down his chair like a child. The chair flattened itself, no doubt Jarvis' doing, and Hermione chuckled.

She had only known him for a few days, if she really though about it, she would say less than a week, but he had helped her a lot. Hermione wasn't entirely comfortable around him yet, it took time to know someone, and the silences between them were often heavy and tense, although Mr. Sta— Tony, Hermione! It's Tony! —Tony made an effort to make light conversation and jokes. He was just too carefree to mind the tension, she supposed.

"Does that work? Sending flowers?" She asked, curious as if a woman like Pepper would fall for something like that, "doesn't feel like Miss Potts at all."

"Call her Pepper, Miss Potts sounds weird," he made a face and fake-shivered, "it doesn't, but I send them anyway because I know she loves the smell. I will have to work on it over time to make her stop being upset with me."

"Do you make her angry often?"

"More than I would like, but things are the way they are and we are both half okay with it." Half okay was not her way, but it wasn't her relationship, so she kept her mouth shut.

The trip was quick, and Hermione entertained herself with a novel. It helped ignore the awkwardness, to postpone the fact that she had made a life changing decision. Whatever the consequences, she would have to see for herself.

The jet landed on a private hangar, and Hermione marveled at the clinical space filled with cars and another two planes. It struck her once more, after so long living with the Weasley family, who weren't exactly middle class, but not entirely poor, and her parents, who were above middle class with their practice and years just saving all the money they alone couldn't expend, Hermione had known how to be comfortable around such spaces. But this... This screamed wealth and riches.

She wondered if she would ever feel comfortable. Maybe it added to the awkwardness she felt, as well, knowing that with all this money, came scrutiny. Anthony Stark was a celebrity, he was Iron Man, everyone followed his every moves. Maybe it had been a mistake to decide living with someone who was constantly on the media's eyes.

The thought made her blood drain from her face and run cold in her veins. Was it too late to go back?

A hand on her shoulders didn't even pried away from her thoughts, but a shake did.

"Ready? Pepper is waiting at the Residence, and Happy has the car ready to go." His voice was gentle, as if he knew the was starting to have second thoughts. Hermione tried for a smile, but was sure it came as a grimace, so she nodded and followed him to the car.

He opened the door for her, and took a seat by her side.

In order to prevent another bout of self doubt, she pulled her book out of her bag and began reading. But Mr. S-Tony, wasn't one to keep quiet for such long stretches of time, something she was beginning to know, and began asking question after question about her book, her favourite ones, if she would like to eat Italian o Chinese, how she liked the trip so far, and then began on a rant about the Tower he was building, about the design he made based on the archreactor embedded into his chest. It was a prototype of sorts, supposed to provide clean energy to sustain itself.

It took time to reach said Tower, New York was always filled with cars and people running from one place to the other, but Tony filled the silence like he never got the opportunity to speak before in his life. She payed attention to the city outside, her book forgotten, when he pointed at something he thought was interesting, or a pub he went, or any random thought that came to his mind as they passed. He seemed to know the city like the back of his hand.

Hermione, in spite of feeling her stomach gain stones as she saw the city pass by, was equally excited. She had never been to New York, and the sights Mr. Stark was showing her were amazing. Tall buildings, old and new, skyscrapers made of glass, people in suits in fast-walking paces with phones in their hands, trying to reach work on time no doubt.

There were also people less formal, going from all-on gothic to hippies, to teenagers in groups, and lonely people.

It struck her how much the world around her had changed since she entered Hogwarts. Was the world like this now, everywhere? In her trips with her parents she never got to see so much of this, always going to more quiet places, avoiding the big cities as much as possible. She loved the wizarding world, she had fought for it because of that love, but Hermione recognised that her world was stuck in a medieval era, absorbing little to none of the world around it.

This world though... It was breathtaking.

The nervousness was still there, the fear of possibly having made a bad choice by coming. But the lioness inside her was slowly taking over her, and her excitement was gaining terrain over her anxiety.

"Sir, Miss Potts is waiting for you at the house," Javis said through the speakers, cutting Tony in the middle of a sentence.

He sighed, appearing annoyed but a small smile graced his lips for a second, and Hermione thought that, in spite of it, he wasn't pissed about his girlfriend bossing him around.

"We'll meet her there, I want to show Hermione the Tower and where her room will be," he relied to the AI.

"Miss Potts is insisting on your coming, Sir, says it's urgent." Tony sat up straight at that, and was quick to ask what was wrong with her. "She has a guest at the house refusing to leave without speaking to you."

He didn't even think about it, he ordered Mr Hogan to drive them to the house and apologized to Hermione for the change in plans.

Then he pulled out his wrist watch, pressed the tiny screen, and a hovering image of a small mansion raised from it. Hermione startled, the image looked liked a blueprint, with a few tiny people moving inside in yellow.

Amazed, Hermione gasped, "What is that!?" He speared a glance in her direction, then refocused his attention in manipulating the image.

"A holographic image of the house and everything in it." His eyes roamed the bluish image and then pointed to a spot with two small figures in yellow, "that's Pepper and our special guest." He explained, his voice deeper than she had heard it and full of sarcasm.

Hermione eyed him out of the corner of her eye, her brows furrowed in worry.

"Can you see who it is?" She guessed that, since he seemed to know which one of the figures was Miss Potts, then he should know who it was with her.

Tony gave a frustrated growl and began punching the smooth surface of his watch. "I can't!" she looked at him, worried, then back at the holographic blueprint. Her brows furrowed.

"She doesn't seem in danger, she's seated and the other person is standing by the window... That is a window, right?"

"Yeah... Happy? How long till we get there?"

"Not long sir, another ten minutes." Replied Mr Hogan, driving like a crazy person through the streets of New York, making her feel nauseous. Tony growled at that before starting to search the back seat for something.

"Where is it!?" He snapped at Mr. Hogan.

"What are you looking for?" Hermione asked, staring wide eyed at this frantic version of Tony Stark, so far, she had never seen him like this.

Her heart was gaining speed, and panic replaced surprise at the turnings and sounds outside in response to the driving, and seeing him act like this wasn't making it better. It didn't help her nerves. Her breathing quickened, and a cold sweat slid down her back. She noticed, how could she not? Hermione started to count, tried to slow and deepen her breathing, her eyes became vacant as she focused in her heartbeats, but then she stopped breathing, and she focused on that, she had to breathe. Her eyes closed, her right hand formed a fist, while the other scratched the leather seat, probably breaking it, she didn't know, didn't care at that moment, she had to count, to breathe, and to keep calm or she would fall unconscious.

Hermione took a deep breath, and then felt hands grab her shoulders. She flinched, shrinking into herself a bit. Her eyes snapped open and before her was Mr. Stark, looking at her worriedly.

"Kid, you okay?" He asked, his voice resounding loudly inside her skull. Hermione shook her head. "Hey, hey, hey, look at me" she opened her eyes again, when had she closed them? She didn't know, but he was calm now, or appeared to be, his eyes were worried though, so she focused on his nose as he made exaggerated inhales and exhales when he told her to imitate him.

When her heart stopped bruising her ribs and her breathing evened, Hermione hugged herself self-consciously. She turned away, letting her hair create a barrier between them. "Sorry..."

Mr. Stark kept quiet, and shame filled her bones.

"We are there Sir." Happy announced, making Tony get out of his trance, something about the girl felt odd, similar to himself, but different. Her panic attack came so suddenly it left him out of sorts.

Tony shook his head, he could think about his childhood friend's teenaged daughter later.

"Don't worry about it, kid, it's okay" he said to her, trying to shrug the whole thing off but coming awkward. Hermione hung her head and said nothing else.

New York Residence

They arrived just as Happy said and Tony jumped out of the car towards the house, leaving his two companions behind in his hurry. He knew where to find Pepper and this Mystery Man, but he couldn't get there fast enough. He also never found his suit, quitting the search when he noticed Hermione about to pass out.

Jarvis opened each door and elevator for him, and once he made it to the door he stopped, he couldn't hear anything from the other side, but that could mean anything. His watch showed just the two of them inside, Pepper seated in the couch, while the other man stood far from her, his face shadowed.

Tony opened the door and strode in with nonchalance, like nothing was wrong and he hadn't just ran all the way up there.

Pepper gave him a tight smile and stood.

"Tony..." She sounded relieved as she walked towards him, sparing a quick glance at the man on the far wall. "I will kill you Tony, what took you so long? I thought you were working on one of your projects." she murmured at him behind a tight smile.

"Hermione is downstairs with Happy, show her around? Thanks" he replied absently, patting her shoulder and giving her a quick kiss on her cheek. His eyes were trained on the man, one he now recognised.

Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD.

Pepper huffed and walked away, "You will explain this later." She stated before closing the door.

Tony strode towards the bar and opened a bottle, "Drink?"

The Director turned and glared at him with his one eye. Tony eyed the eyepatch with childish curiosity, although he kept his thoughts to himself.

"No. I came here to see how it worked out for you." He said, stoic as ever, walking towards the bar and dropping a file on the long table. Tony eyed it, it had SHIELD's logo on top, and AVENGERS INITIATIVE PREMLIMIARY REPORT in thick letters across it.

"Worked out for me?" Tony asked, taking a sip from his drink, his fingers itching to pick up the file.

"Anything interesting in London?" Tony eyed him over the rim of his glass, diciding that the Director was far too nosey for his own good. Then again, he was the head of a spy agency, he probably knew way too much about pretty much anyone.

"You could say that." He then grabbed the file, his curiosity getting the better of him.

He opened it, picking up a page, but before he could read it Fury took it from him, "I don't think I want you looking at that. I'm not sure it pertains to you anymore." He placed the page back inside the file and handed him another one, "Now this, on the other hand, is Agent Romanoff's assesment of you. Read it."

Tony eyed the page in his hand, then back at Fury, then back at the page before he began to read aloud. "'Personality overview. Mr Stark displays compulsive behaviour.'" he put the file down in mock offence and turned up to look at the Director , "In my own defence, that was last week," he looked back down at the file, "'Prone to self-destructive tendencies.' I was dying! I mean, please, aren't we all?" He complained, Fury kept looking at him with a blank expression on his face. "'Textbook narcissism'?" He paused, "Agreed. Okay, here it is. 'Recruitment assessment for Avenger Initiative. Iron Man? Yes'" he threw the page at the table and looked at the Director, he took a sip of his drink, "I gotta think about it."

Fury nodded at the page, "Read on." He had a look on his eye, Tony's fingers twitched.

"'Tony Stark not... Not recommended'?" He eyed the Director incredulously, "That doesn't make any sense. How can you approve me but not approve me? I got a new ticker," he started to enumerate with his fingers, "I'm trying to do right by Pepper. I'm in a stable-ish relationship. And I just practically adopted a teenager."

Fury lifted a brow at the last statement, pushed away from the table and walked back towards the window, holding his hands at his back.

"Whatever poor teen you think you have the capacity to raise, Stark, it doesn't matter. At this juncture, Romanoff's assesment leads us to believe we'd only like to use you as a consultant."

Tony's glass as it hit the table echoed in the spacious room. He rounded the table to stand beside Fury, looking out the window as well, idly wondering what he was looking at. He decided, right there and then, that the Director had a penchant for old-fashioned dramatcism.

He turned towards the spy, offering his hand. The Director stared at him, studying him like he was an open book, but taking his hand nonetheless in a shake.

"You can't afford me." Tony grinned, it was only a matter of time before he would see the spy again, he was sure. An idea popped into his head though, and was one thing he couldn't let pass. "Then again, I will waive my customary retainer in exchange for a small favour. Rhodey and I are being honoured in Washington and we need a presenter."

Nick Fury eyed him with what Tony thought was amusement, maybe he knew something he didn't, and wasn't that an understatement? "I'll see what I can do."

Fury left, leaving Tony to his thoughts. After everything with Vanko, his relationship with SHIELD was still something he regarded with no little distrust. He couldn't really trust the government, and SHIELD specialized in secrets, spying, working in the gray area of the law.

He had got the distinct feeling that his life was never going to be the same ever since his time at that godforsaken cave, but never on his wildest dreams did he thought it would turn up like this.

"Jarvis?" He called, his eyes not quite looking through the window, but neither staring at his own reflection.

"Yes, Sir?" He could trust Jarvis.

"Where are the girls?" Tony turned to wards the long table to take back his glass. The whiskey burned all the way down his throat.

"Miss Potts is showing our new guest her room, Sir. Miss Granger seems to be settling in well."

While Tony is with Fury

Hermione stared in wonder at her new room. It had cream coloured walls, a whole wall made of glass that opened to a small balcony. An enormous bed tucked to the side, a walk-in closet, a vanity desk... And all of it modern-looking. Led lights under the frame of the bed, white ceramic floors that shone under the bright lights that seemed to come from everywhere.

"Do you like it?" Hermione turned slightly, her eyes fixed on the glass doors leading outside.

"It's huge..." She whispered, now turning in a full circle. Hermione smile at the tall blond woman, "thank you."

"It's nothing, don't worry about it, you're part of the family now." She could tell the other woman was slightly out of it, but Hermione checked it to the fact that it was apparently sudden occurrence to find out she had come along. "If Tony had not wanted to keep it a surprise I would have decorated, but we can do it now, if you want?" Miss Potts wringled her hands before her, and Hermione didn't have the heart to tell her no.

"That would be great, thank you."

They set to work then, Hermione refused to take her things out of her trunk, simply because there were more things inside than what it was physically possible. So Miss Potts took out a tablet and together sat on the bed to purchase forniture and anything else she might like.

Hermione protested the whole time. Unused to expend so much money, besides, she was merely a guest there, but the older woman insisted, and threatened to put Happy on decorating duty and, oh she didn't want that at all.

Blushing like crazy, Hermione spent most of the rest of the day selecting things for her new room, and because the orders came from Stark Industries, everything started to come that same day. Men came and went placing her purchases in the places she wanted.

It was fun, Hermione could admit that to herself, but she was not willingly repeating the experience. She still felt uncomfortable spending so much money that wasn't hers, and directing everything to where she wanted it was tiredsom. She considered telling them to put it anywhere and later move it with magic, but it would look suspicious, and as far as she could tell, Jarvis knew everything at all times, so it was out of the question.

She would have to go to the Wizarding District soon though. According to Kingsley, she would need a wand permit, and report to the embassy. It was all in the letter he sent her with Harry, along with an envelope with the Ministry's seal that she was to give to the officials.

Before neither of them knew it, the skies outside had turned a dark purple and the moon could be seen rising slowly up the sky. Jarvis called, announcing dinner had arrived, Pepper huffed, muttering something about real food never being an option at this house, and Hermione chuckled amusedly.

The room cleared, leaving only the two of them inside, satisfied smiles on their tired faces as they surveyed the now fully decorated room. Pepper lifted her palm, Hermione high-fived it with her own, and like a mirror image they both turned to leave for the kitchen to eat.

"Long day?" A man with chocolate skin asked from the counter, a slice of pizza already in his hand and half eaten.

Hermione slowed down and walked behind Pepper, eyeing the new man with curiosity and suspicion.

"Rhodey!" Pepper exclaimed, surprise colouring her tone as she approached. "Where's Tony?"

"Here!" Hermione turned her head towards the sound, finding him with his arms full of drinks. "Didn't know what you liked, so I bought one of each, there's more in the car." Hermione blushed, remembering the episode in the car earlier, and ducked her head.

The man, Rhodey, turned from Mr. Stark towards her with as much curiosity as she had, "And you are?"

"Oh, right!" Pepper exclaimed, her face blushing at her faux pas, "Sorry, this is Hermione Granger, she's the daughter of a friend of Tony's, she will be staying with us." Then proceeded to pull her by the arm. "Hermione, this is Rhodey."

"Hi" Hermione lifted a hand, the embarrassed blush still covering her cheeks. She could see him better now, noticing that his jacket had medals and insignias from the military, although she couldn't tell which area.

"Hello, Miss, a pleasure to meet you." His eyes darted to Mr Stark, and Hermione could read the message well, 'what in the fuck man?'

Mr– Tony, right, it's Tony, Hermione –Tony ignored it and helped Happy place everything on the table.

They sat, and Hermione kept close to Pepper. The woman gave each their slice, smacking Rhodey on the back of the hand when he tried to grab another slice when he had eaten already.

Conversation flowed, although Hermione kept most to Pepper, she felt more comfortable with her after spending so long over a tablet with an ever growing shopping cart.

Tony kept trying to make her drink each liquid he bought, Hermione humoured him up until he gave her a soda. It tasted like pee in her tongue and after that she refused to drink anything else because now it all tasted funny.

Still, Hermione kept her distance. It was all so new, and a lingering feeling of nostalgia hit her every now and then. She often had to snap herself out of some deep thought about her parents, the war, her friends. The wounds that had never fully healed had opened up again with her parents deaths and she wasn't sure how to close them up.

She looked about the table to the small group of friends laughing and relaxing together, so much like the Burrow, but different. It wasn't a table full of gingers with a lone raven haired boy, it wasn't the odd assortment she saw in Order meetings at Grimmauld when she was younger.

This was a new world she had to learn how to navigate. It wasn't Hogwarts, but she had entered a new world when she was only eleven years old, she could do it again now that she was older.

Her resolve crumbled somewhat, however, when felt the itchiness of the mudblood scar on her forearm. It happened every so often, the raised flesh would itch, turn redder and redder until it bled and looked fresh as the moment it was carved. Her hand flew to her forearm under the table, the movement unnoticed by the others. Slowly, she lifted her hand to see if her sleeve was clean of blood, she could never tell how soon it began to bleed, but she wasn't about to figure it out today, so she excused herself to her room.

It was going to be a long night.

First things first though, she had to take care of the cursed scar that crazy, poor excuse for a woman had carved into her.

Hermione went to her bag, the one she had carried when on the jet, and careful not to stick her whole arm in she summoned a vial of dittany and a jar of paste for scarring. The dittany would only stop the bleeding, the paste would heal it enough so it wouldn't look so raw.

The paste had come to her from a house elf while she healed at Shell Cottage. The elf had the Hogwarts crest in his small apron, and he pulled his big, bat-like ears nervously. He was the personal house elf of the Headmaster of Hogwarts, who at that time had been Professor Snape. The note attached to the jar had set her on edge, it had his elegant, long-lettered script describing the instructions of use, and how to make more in case she ran out of it. It was special for cursed scars.

She never used up until after the Battle, when she heard from Harry how the sour man had sacrificed everything, and as she tended the wounded she thought about him. Not all made sense, but it didn't had to be, she couldn't possibly understand everything that man had gone through to become the man he was, but she recognised now that, even though he wasn't bad, he wasn't good either. But he had fought for them, helped them whenever and however he was able, risking his cover, his own life, for the cause, for their cause.

That night, when she tested the paste to his precise instructions, she cried. It worked, he was the best at potions she had ever had the displeasure to meet, so it wasn't a surprise it helped soothe and aliviate the pain and make the scar look almost old. She cried because he never got a chance. Like many others that had died over the years because of the war. A brilliant mind, lost to the horrors of war and the worst side of humanity.

The paste didn't make the scar disappear, cursed wounds never went away, he had told her so, but over time it would stop bothering her, stop looking like it was made just minutes ago, and it would look like any other scar.

She thanked him then as she cried, and she silently thanked him now as she took both items to the bathroom.

So now Director Fury has made an appearance! The Avengers is to come, this chapter is placed just at the end of Iron Man 2, I changed that last escene where Tony and Fury meet up, a few months have passed since the events with Vanko and that particular escene, but this is fanfiction.

Also, I know sometimes the POV seems odd... I'm trying to work on that, to make it more coherent, but when I'm writing everything sort of writes itself, I don't know how to explain it, but characters' voices are... Complicated, a paragraph comes to my mind but is in Tony's voice when I'm writing from Hermione's pov, and then the next is in Hermione's voice, it's like one is louder than the other and that's the one that takes control of the writing. Does that makes any sense?

In another note. The last few of weeks have been stressful to epic proportions. I'm so, so sorry about the delay, but real life is a mess with all the things I'm trying to do, I'm not 23 yet and I feel like Will Smith in The Pursuit of Happyness ._. things will get better, I know it, don't worry about young-old me jejeje