Don't own it! Do I? NO!

Muhahahaha. I get so inspired on Saturdays, I wrote chapters nine and ten in one sitting. Not that that's such a feat; they're both awfully short. Sorry. Anyways... When I had updated the last chapter, I thought of something to say, but I forgot waht it was. Darn.

I have utterly and completely humiliated myself on my best friends parents' answering machine. I'm still slightly in shock.

"You did smudge out the initials, didn't you?" A boy's voice came from a small, square, radio type thing in the palm of a raven-haired, and extremely familiar (A/N: to you guys at least) girl.

"Oh, for the love of - !"

"Did you?"

"For the eleventy millionth time, YES!"

"I'm serious -"

"Like fun you are."

"I am your superior, remember?"

"You wouldn't fire me anyway." The slim, Japanese girl whispered hotly.

"I can't fire you, but I can punish you. I don't care who you're connected to, or what spying position you have."

"Yeah. Whatever. About that, anyhow, am I supposed to just sit by and watch while the they remember stuff? I mean, it's dangerous, isn't it?"

"It's a test! A test! Now start spying on that bald customer!"

"Ok, ok, already. Geesh. Have some more root beer, would ya?" She hung up on her very strict superior.

She peeked out from behind the refridgerated section, watching Nigel Uno closely as he eyed the ice cream pack she had purposely placed there. He looked distrusting at first. Good, she thought, he's supposed to distrust of this kind of stuff. She remembered the time in the cafeteria yesterday, and his reaction to the photo. He had to distrust all this. Or else the test would be way too easy, not to mention incomplete.

Nigel squinted his eyes at the amazing familiarity, and neared his face to an ice cream pack. The label was spelled wrong, and he was sure it hadn't been there a minute ago. The logo was black and yellow, with certain silhouettes in it. It was exciting, in a strange way. He took a deep breath, and felt brave, strong, and carefree. Something about it made him happy. Happier than he had been in a long time.

Those intercom people had clearly underestimated their victim. He caught a glimpse of a few silky black hairs and a pair af large, dark eyes as someone flew behind the ice cream section. He strode to the corner and turned it just in time to see a some strangely-dressed girl rushing out of the shop. He didn't get up, though, and followed her. He finally cornered her in a dead end street.

"Who are you?" asked Nigel, practically standing on top of her. She whimpered, faking submission, but only for a moment. He glimpsed her pulling something out of her sleeve, and soon enough she wasn't there anymore, but was replaced by a large robot that smelled distinctly of punch-bag insides.

AAAAHHH! SHE PULLED OUT A WAND AND WHOEVER IT IS IS ACTUALLY A WITCH FROM HOGWARTS! IT'S AN HP/KND CROSSOVER!

Kidding.

I even scare me sometimes. Seriously. Especially this afternoon, when I said into that answering machine, "Hello? this is elodrie, and I really need to talk to - - - - - - - about - - - - - - - -. Could she call me back?

"No, wait, nevermind. Don't call me. Uhhhh... bye, and thanks anyway!"

MORTIFYING. They'll never let her visit me in the summer; insane asylums are so unhygienic. No, I am not making fun of anybody. To prove my point: I named one carachter that doesn't really have a first name after mah best friend's mom. Anyway, have pity on this horrid glob of embarrassment: review.

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... why do I always spell character wrong?