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Wolf's Bane II: Return to Hogwarts
Chapter 14
Within You
"Don't you have something to go blow up, Snape?" Sable asked coldly, giving the Potion's master little more than and cold glare as she walked passed him and into the school. "Maybe someone to go spy on?"
"Fortunately for you, I am unoccupied at the current time." he said coldly.
"Fortunate like a snake's arse." she hissed, giving him a cold glare over her shoulder. "What do you want, Severus?"
"To speak with you."
"About what?"
"Some information that was procured while you were out with that ridiculous beast Lupin."
"And what, pray tell, is so important, that you felt the need to stay up and wait on me to return?" she demanded, knowing good and well that he easily could have just relayed the message to her in the morning. Of course, she realized that Severus was more of a bastard now that ever before, and would relish the opportunity to lord over the fact that he had information she didn't.
"I am not so sure you need to know it now." he said coldly, an arrogant smirk on his face as he looked down at her. "Your attitude is atrocious, Dr. Lee."
"Well aren't you the pot calling the kettle black." Sable hissed. "Unless you've got something informative to say, Severus, I bid you goodnight."
"Your patience has waned over the years, Robbins." Snape commented coldly, forcing her to turn around and face him.
"My patience with you was hardly ever existent, Snape. And as you can well attest to, yours was no better I was concerned." she pointed out. "Now what is it you wanted to tell me?"
"Dumbledore has chosen the ones who will infiltrate 12 Grimmauld Place to retrieve the necessary items discussed in the last meeting." the Potion's master intoned. "You however, are to remain at the school. Tonks, Kingsley and Lovell have been given the assignment."
"Fine." she said shortly, wondering why exactly he had felt the need to wait up to tell her that. She had already known she wasn't going to the ex-headquarters since she was needed at the school. "Is that all?"
"At the moment."
"Then I bid you good evening, Severus." she said shortly, turning her back on him and heading down the hallway that would take her to the entrance of her lab and rooms. She could feel his dark eyes burning into her back as she walked off, but dared not turn back to return the glare. She had realized long ago that dealing with Snape was like handling a volatile potion. Just one wrong move, and the results were disastrous or even lethal. But when handled with care, Snape was relatively stable, even if he wasn't the most pleasant person to be around.
Sable just frowned and whispered the password that had the guardian suite of armor sliding out of the way, revealing the passage that led into her quarters. She'd deal with the itinerant jerk later, right now she needed to sleep more than she needed to worry about the personality traits of the one man who annoyed her to no end.
That could keep her up for the rest of the night and even longer, and she still wouldn't be any closer to figuring the git out that she had when she began.
It was two days later, right after she had dismissed her final class of the day, the sixth year Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw Defense students that she finally managed to get all three of her children into her classroom at the same time. The three pseudo-adults waited until all the teenagers had left the classroom before entering in, finding Sable shifting a stack of papers before putting them in her desk drawer.
"You wanted to talk to us, mom?" Sabine asked, waiting until Gabe had closed the door and placed a silencing charm on the room.
"I've got some news." Sable said, standing from behind her desk and coming to set on the corner of it. Her three age enhanced children each pulled up a chair and waited patiently for her to begin. "Dumbledore received word from Hagrid this morning that he, Olympe, and Grawp were making some headway with a few of the giants to the north. Apparently they've been able to convince a large portion of them to join our side."
"And the others?" Ailric asked.
"Most of them are remaining neutral, actually." Sable said, relief obvious in her voice. "But there is a small group that have already aligned themselves with Voldemort. Hagrid and the others are working on trying to recruit more as we speak. So you're going to be staying on as Care of Magical Creatures professor until we hear otherwise, Gabe."
"Fine with me." the boy said simply.
"Any news on Remus yet, mom?" Sabine asked cautiously.
"He arrived along the northern coast earlier this morning, and made contact with the head person leading the pack of werewolves." Sable answered. "We won't be able to find out anything else since he can't contact us regularly…too obvious. But he did mention that there was some dissention in the ranks because of some rumors running rampant through the countryside of a brace of Death Eaters killing a woman who was a werewolf."
"Voldemort's promises aren't going to hold up if his lackey's are killing off potential allies." Ailric said, shaking his head. "Is Dumbledore still planning on trying to bribe his way in with Wolfsbane potion?"
"I'm not sure. But I'm working on a couple large batches just incase." Sable said.
"You've already got over a hundred doses in storage. How much more does he want?" Gabe asked.
"Remus' initial estimates were close to two hundred affected people, but he seems to think that there will be more meeting up with the group the farther north they travel." she said. "I'd rather have too much than not enough."
"Are you planning on heading up that way to join him?" Ailric asked.
"Not for a while. I'm sending the potion via owls, but that's all." she said. "I can't leave the school right now. Besides, Tonks, Kingsley and Danae are going into the old Order headquarters this evening and are supposed to bring back some books that Dumbledore wants me to take a look at."
"Potions books?" Gabe asked, his interest obviously piqued with the possibility.
"Possibly. We're not sure yet." she answered honestly. "It will probably wind up being the ramblings of an old man, but…."
"It's worth taking a look at." Sabine said, shrugging. "We need whatever we can get at this point."
"That's the truth if I ever heard it. How did Dumbledore…." Ailric began, only to be cut off when there was a succession of sharp knocks on the door. Sable frowned and walked over, opening the door to reveal Hermione Granger. The girl was carrying three rather large, leather bound books that looked like their combined weight would easily cause her to topple over with the slightest nudge.
"Something I can help you with, Ms. Granger?" Sable asked.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to go over some possible topics for the essay you set." she said, quickly taking notice of the occupants of the room. "If you have the time that is, Professor."
"Of course, Ms. Granger. Just give me a few more minutes to wrap up a discussion with my colleagues."
"I'll wait out here." the teenager said, readjusting the books in her arms and stepping back away from the door. Sable shut the door lightly and turned back to her children.
"Was that all you wanted to tell us?" Sabine asked, quickly reverting back to their act of being teachers.
"For now. I'll keep you posted on any further developments as they occur." Sable said calmly. Her children nodded and got up to leave. Gabe and Ailric were out the door quickly enough, but Sable caught her now red headed daughter before she could get out of the room.
"Something wrong, mom?" Sabine asked quietly.
"The leads we have so far arebare, Sabine, but Remus and I seem to think that maybe the Zabini's might have some useful information stored somewhere about some things concerning a man named Draven Black, who was a descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw. I want you to see if you can find out any more information from the Zabini boy Blaise. Be discrete, of course, but see what you can find if there is any connection."
"When?" Sabine asked. Sable thought quickly, calculating how long it would be before Sabine would have to let her system clear of the age enhancing potion. Luckily, if her quick figuring was accurate, the first Hogsmeade weekend fell right about the same time Sabine would have to resume her teenage form.
"The first Hogsmeade weekend is coming up in a few weeks. We'll shoot for then." Sable said.
"I'll see what I can do." Sabine said vaguely.
"And the other two are not to know. But if you do need some help, get Gabe. He's less likely to blow a fuse than Ailric is." Sable said seriously, gesturing to where Ailric and Gabe had vacated the room. "I have some work for them to start researching on that will keep them occupied." Sabine nodded, but said nothing more as both women caught sight of bushy brown hair right outside the cracked door. Sable cleared her throat and stood straight. "I'll expect your report within a few days, Ms. Meadows. If you need anything else, please come and tell me."
"I'll do just that, Dr. Lee. Thank you." Sabine answered politely, pulling the door open and giving Hermione a quick smile as she walked away. Sable waved the girl in, quickly taking a seat behind her desk and motioning for Hermione to pull a seat up as well.
"What did you want to discuss, Hermione? I haven't even set the essay yet, and you're already going over topics?"
"I just want to get a head start." the girl said, coloring slightly. "I might as well get mine completed before I have to help Harry and Ron with theirs."
"An astute observation and management of time, Ms. Granger." Sable said. "Now, did you have any idea of where you would like to begin?" The teenager nodded and reached for the largest tome she had been carrying, quickly flipping open to a pre-marked page. "The Founders of Hogwarts? Well, you would definitely have enough material to work with."
"But there is so little information on them." Hermione said, shaking her head. Sable looked at the book and frowned. If all three of those books were dedicated to the four founders of Hogwarts, it seemed there would be more than enough information for Hermione to make out her essay. "I can't find what I'm looking for."
"What, specifically, are you trying to research?" Sable asked.
"A few things, actually. But mostly on how the school was built. What sort of magic was infused into the building when it was constructed. Was the school always a huge stone castle? Or has the innate magic changed it over time? What about the changing floor plans, or how certain rooms just appear and disappear? Why were they hidden to begin with? Things like that."
"Well, the changing floor plans were always credited to Ravenclaw. As for the some of the other topics, I am not very sure. Have you looked in the Restricted Section of the library yet, Hermione?"
"No, not yet." she answered. Sable nodded and reached for a slip of parchment, quickly scribbling a note to Madam Pince to let Hermione have access to the usually off-limits part of the library.
"Here, take this to the librarian and she will let you in for a few hours. I don't know if Prefects are automatically exempt from needing a permission slip, but one never hurt." Sable said, handing the parchment over to Hermione, who quickly placed it in her bag. "How were you planning on setting the essay up? Were you going to focus on one Founder, or give a little on all four?"
"I was planning on researching each one's contributions to the school, then giving a bit of the reason why they did what they did." she said, quickly flipping to another spot in the book. "Like here. This book says that each of the founders had a particular place in the castle where they lived and worked when they weren't teaching. But it doesn't say where, or even give a hint to the locations. Not even Hogwarts: A History has the information I want."
"Any theories?"
"A few. I think the headmaster's office is where Gryffindor stayed most of the time since he was eventually the headmaster of the school."
"What about the other three?"
"Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw I'm not so sure about. But I think I know where Slytherin might have been." she said. Sable nodded, remembering the mess with the Chamber of Secrets the few years before. It was quite likely that the place that had housed the basilisk had also at one time been Slytherin's private chambers, but no one knew for certain. So much of the knowledge of the founders had been lost since the school's inception that Sable wasn't sure there was any written documentation of anything left that could be used to answer Hermione's questions.
"See what you can find in the library, and I will search out my own the next time I have to head home for something. I have a few older books that might help out your research further down the line. Tonks should be by the house tomorrow or the next day. I'll send word for her to send them to me so you can borrow them, if you'd like."
"Oh, could I?" Hermione asked. "I would really appreciate it, Dr. Lee."
"Of course, Hermione." Sable said, picking a chiming sound that signified it was dinner time in the Great Hall. "We can continue this after dinner if you would like?"
"Oh, that's okay, Professor. I just wanted to run my ideas by you first to see if they were worth trying to research." Hermione said, gathering her books up and stuffing them in her bag.
"It's worth a try." Sable said, shrugging. "I'll help you out where I can, but if even Hogwarts: A History is not that much help, I'm not sure there is much more to do. That book is the most comprehensive collection of information on Hogwarts."
"I'll see what I can find." Hermione said, following her out the room and towards the Great Hall. The two women continued to chat until they reached the double doors leading into the hall, then separated to their own ways. Sable took her place at the head table, nodding to Ailric and Sabine as she passed by. She took a seat next to Gabe and waited for the food to be served.
"You got a letter." the boy said, handing the envelope to her as the food appeared on their plates.
"Who's it from?" Sable asked, flipping over the envelope to read the name.
"Kareema and Niles." Gabe said simply. "Seems like Narcissa Malfoy got in touch with them not long after we ran into them at Diagon Alley."
"The witch is groping around for information." Sable said with a frown. "I wondered how long it would take for her to contact Kareema."
"She didn't waste much time. Think trouble is going to start brewing?"
"When the Malfoys are present, there's always trouble brewing." Sable said, scanning over the letter quickly before returning it to the envelope and placing it in her robes. "I'll get in touch with your godmother after dinner." That seemed to pacify her youngest son, and they quickly tucked in to dinner.
By the time Sable returned to her rooms that evening, along with Gabe and Sabine on her heels, there was a note waiting for her on the table, requesting her presence in the Headmaster's office. She quickly made her way through the castle and into Dumbledore's office, quite surprised to find Kingsley Shacklebolt and Danae Lovell standing there.
"I take it the search of Grimmauld Place went well?" she asked, looking at the three piles of old books and other miscellaneous items that littered Dumbledore's already crammed desk.
"We found Draven Black's journals, along with a few other things you might find helpful." Kingsley said.
"We also found a copy of something else." Danae said, pulling a rolled up scroll out of her robes and handing it over to Dumbledore. "An original copy of Sirius' last will and testament." The wizened old man broke the seal and opened the parchment, reading over it quickly before placing it in his desk. "You were right when you said Sirius had left everything to Harry. At least with that, we've got a fighting chance that will stand up in the wizarding court."
"I will see to it immediately. There are still many things in that house that we can put to valuable use." Dumbledore said. Sable nodded and quickly pulled a book from the closest pile, flipping open to a random page and looking at the chicken-scratch medley of words.
"It's all just rumbling and babbling." Sable said, flipping to another page in the book. "And what's not babble is wrote out in rhymes and riddles."
"Well, he was admitted to the psyche ward at St. Mungo's before he died." Danae said, pushing her hair behind her ears. "But besides that, I've got news."
"About what?" Dumbledore asked.
"Rumor has it that things have been acting up in the Department of Mysteries." she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "We pulled three people from the interior of the building earlier today and everyone of them were mumbling incoherently about dark places and cold feelings."
"Do you know what caused it?" Dumbledore asked.
"We don't know yet." Danae said. "But I just heard from Amelia Bones, and she's got the Unspeakables on double duty for the next few days."
"Keep us informed when you can, Ms. Lovell. I'd appreciate anything you can find."
"You don't think this has something to do with Flint popping up at the Ministry yesterday, do you, Dumbledore?" Kingsley asked.
"I don't see how." he answered.
"What did Flint want? I figured he'd have enough since to stay away from the Ministry building at a time like this." Sable pointed out.
"I don't know. But I did see him talking to Minister Bones." the dark man said. "And after he left, she sent Tonks and Moody to Azkaban to check on and tighten up security."
"You don't think they're still planning on breaking the Death Eaters out of Azkaban do you?" Sable asked, her attention momentarily taken away from the book in her hands.
"It is a possibility. With fewer dementors guarding the prison, it would highly likely that they are still attempting to put together a plan. It is something we should keep close watch on." Dumbledore said calmly.
"The recon work Remus and I did a few months proved a break out was in the planning, but no date had been set then." Sable reminded him.
"I've received word from another source that the remaining Death Eaters are going to attempt to use the werewolves they have recruited to assist with the overthrow of the prison. Should it happen in the near future, we should have sufficient notice." Dumbledore said.
"Does Remus know?" Sable asked quickly.
"Yes. And he is taking precautions to remain undetected." Dumbledore said reassuringly.
"Werewolves? They would have to be planning on attacking on a full moon if that's the case." Kingsley said, shaking his head. "But that doesn't make any sense. You can't control a werewolf after they've transformed, unless they've taken the Wolfsbane potion. And what good is it going to do to let a few dozen rabid wolves loose on the prison if they're going to attack the very people the Death Eaters are trying to break out?"
"There is a possibility that Voldemort already has someone making the potion, seeing as it was cleared through the Ministry some years ago." Dumbledore said.
"Wouldn't Snape be the first choice for that job?" Kingsley asked.
"I've already spoken to Severus, and he knows nothing of any potion being brewed for the recruits." the headmaster said calmly.
"Of course he doesn't." Sable muttered darkly, causing Dumbledore to give her a warning look.
"Now, Kingsley, Danae, I know you both need to return to the Ministry before anyone notices your absences." Dumbledore said, nodding at the two Aurors. "I suggest keeping your eyes and ears open for anything that might be of help."
"We'll do that, sir." Danae said, walking over to toss some floo powder into the fire, then calling out her destination before stepping in. Kingsley done the same, and soon it was only Dumbledore and Sable left in the office.
"What do you make of the contents, my dear?" Dumbledore asked, taking his seat behind his desk.
"It's all babbling, rhymes and half concocted potions recipes." she answered, shaking her head. "None of it makes any sense." She glanced at a potions recipe that looked familiar to the Draught of the Living Dead, but noticed that the quantities of ingredients were ridiculously out of proportion, and the instructions were so far off that whoever tried to brew it would wind up with the cauldron exploding on them by the third step. "How old are these journals, Albus?"
"Draven Black was the great-great-great-great-great grandfather of Sirius' father Orion."
"So five or six generations ago?" she asked. Dumbledore nodded. "What exactly am I suppose to be looking for in here, Albus?"
"There is talk of a possible counter curse to the Unforgivable in one of these tomes. Sirius brought it up a few weeks before he disappeared behind the veil, and we were just looking into it when the fiasco at the Department of Mysteries occurred." Dumbledore said, gesturing to the books. "Although I seriously doubt such a thing exists, it would be prudent to check all possibilities thoroughly."
"This guy was just an amateur researcher, is it really possible he came up with a such a powerful counter curse? I mean, really, Albus." Sable asked.
"Yes. But you were nothing more than a teenager, yet look at what you accomplished before you left us." he reminded her gently. Sable said nothing, just shut the book and placed it back in the pile she had gotten it from.
"I suppose you're right." she conceded, shrinking the books down to the size of coins and slipping them in the pockets of her robes. "I'll get on this immediately."
"Thank you, Sable." Dumbledore said. "I would do it myself, but I am afraid the majority of my spare time is being used to convince a large part of the wizarding court that trouble is about to show its face."
"Still those that refuse to believe he's back, huh?" Sable asked, getting up from her seat.
"Unfortunately so."
"We will do what we can, Albus." she said simply. "Eventually others will see the truth."
"But how many more deaths will it take, for them to realize? Sirius will not be the only victim of this uprising, he already is not."
"As our information grows, we will put together something, Albus." Sable said reassuringly.
"I have learned as time goes on, that it is when things get the hardest, that something will come up unexpectedly and show a way out." he mused.
"Well then keep your eyes open for that something, because we need it right now." she said, grinning at him. Dumbledore just shook his head as she showed herself out of his office, heading down towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts hallway. She knew that if Gabe and Sabine were still there, they could help her look through the dozens of books she now had in her possession.
She was in for a long night, that much was assured. Between trying to get the material ready for the next days classes, pouring over the books, watching the latest batch of Wolfsbane Potion and figuring out where to slip Potter's Occulemency lessons in between it all, she already knew she would be strung tighter than a wire before the week was over with.
'But it's worth it.' she muttered to herself as she traversed the halls. 'It will all be worth it in the end.'
"You must keep your defenses in a constant state of readiness." Sable said to her sixth year Slytherin and Gryffindor students. "When dueling, you are never sure when your opponent will try to hit you with a curse that could very well take you out for good. Shielding spells are the most helpful, but require immense amounts of concentration. is a powerful spell that will repel most curses and jinxes. Let's try that now, shall we? I want you to pair up with someone and get into a ready position. On my mark, I want one to say the shielding spell while the other tries to jinx their partner."
The students in her class quickly paired up with each other, one half separating to one side of the room while the other went the other way.
"Now remember, you must concentrate on your words or the spell will not work." Sable said, backing up a safe distance from the teenagers. "On my mark. Three, two, one, go."
A flurry of sparks filled the room, and she managed to see a few of the students actually conjure up the small blue shield that was signature of the Aegisid spell. Potter, Granger, Malfoy, Finnigan, Parkinson, Zabini and surprisingly enough Longbottom and Goyle managed to remain unscathed during the little exercise…while the rest of the class was not as fortunate. Bouts of laughter erupted from her students when the results of the myriad of jinxes were shown. Dean Thomas was sprouting set of tentacles from his forehead, while Ron and Daphne Greengrass seemed to be on the receiving end of a Bat-Boogey hex. Various other afflictions were seen, and Sable had to admit that some of the effects of the jinxes were quite unique.
"All right, all right, calm down everyone." she said, shushing the laughter down to a dull roar and quickly turning the jinxed students back to normal. "Now everyone that managed to produce the blue shield, congratulations. All the rest of you, pair up again and repeat the exercise until the bell rings to release you from class. And I want a half-roll of parchment on the uses of shielding charms and any possible variations by next class. Those of you that managed to get the spell right the first time, please feel free to assist your classmates or begin the assigned homework at your desk. Potter, I need to speak with you, if you please."
The students quickly fell into their assigned tasks, and Sable waited at the door for Harry to step outside into the hallway, away from the prying ears of his classmates.
"You wanted to talk to me, Professor?" he asked as she shut the door.
"Yes, Harry. Have you managed to gather all your D.A. members and inform them of a meeting time?" she asked.
"It is set for tonight, in this classroom at seven." he said, nodding. "Will that be long enough for you?"
"Perfectly fine, yes. I just want to take note of what you've taught them and how well they can execute the spells. Although I have been thinking. You set up the D.A. because Umbridge would not allow you to practice the spells you were reading about. Do you still plan on continuing now that she is gone?"
"I asked Hermione about it, and she said I should talk to you first." the teenager said, shrugging.
"We can talk more about it later, if you wish. But I do have one more questions. Have you been practicing your Occlumency lessons?"
"Most nights, yes."
"Any weird dreams or things like that?"
"No."
"Good. Then I think we can bump your lessons down to every other week if that's okay with you." she said. "How does every other Wednesday, starting next week, sound?"
"Fine with me." Harry said. "Quidditch practice doesn't start for a few more weeks. And practices are usually on Tuesdays and Thursdays."
"Good. Then I'll be expecting you next Wednesday in this classroom after dinner." she said, opening the door to let him back in.
"Uh, Professor?" Harry said quickly, causing her to pull the door shut and look at him.
"Yes, Harry?"
"Remus told me he had to go north for some Order business. Has anyone heard from him yet?" Harry asked.
"He sent Dumbledore a letter when he arrived, but we haven't heard anything from him in a few days." Sable said. It was obvious the boy was concerned about his old Professor, and he wasn't the only one. Sable was just as worried about her dear friend, especially since there were supposed to be Death Eaters running around up there trying to recruit the werewolves to Voldemort's side. "If I hear anything, though, I'll be sure to tell you."
"Thanks, Professor."
"Anytime, Harry." she said with a smile, patting him lightly on the shoulder before they entered back into the classroom. It was a few minutes later before the bell sounded and Sable had to de-tentacle and de-inflate the few remaining students who had not mastered the shielding spell yet as they filed out of the classroom and into the hallway, headed to their next class. "Remember, a half role of parchment on shielding charms and their variations by next class." she called out as they left. There was an assortment of grumblings as the last one finally filed out, and Sable just shook her head before returning to her desk and pulling out one of the books that had been taken from 12 Grimmauld place.
She had given Sabine, Ailric, and Gabe each a book to take a look at, hoping that maybe they would be able to discern something useful in the babbling rubbish that filled the pages. But that was two days ago, and still nothing was making any sense. The book she had in front of her was filled with page after page of riddles and what looked like poetry verses. Some of them mentioned potion's ingredients while some brought up witches and wizards who lived during the medieval period of Britain.
'The darkened wings of le fey will guide you through
A place in the wilds where the truth doth brew.
A glen you will find, where certainty lay,
To keep a threat of darkness forever at bay.
The Lady and Queen of times so past,
Will teach you that which they have cast
Magics of old, magics of the land,
Magics of truth that withhold a firm hand.
Around Maeve's successor you will surely find
Those that have done the greatest with their time
But search though you will, for the answers to these
Unless you are worthy, you will surely fall at ill ease.'
Honestly, what was all that supposed to mean? Sure, the riddles were somewhat specific, but what was she supposed to do with it when she didn't have a leg to stand on? Lady? Queen? Magics of truth? Sable honestly didn't know where to start, but figured it would be prudent to begin somewhere. She scanned over the riddle again, taking in the parts that she could somehow piece together from each line.
She pulled a quill and some bound parchment from her desk and began adding to the already scribbled notes that made up nearly eight pages. Maybe after going through all the information in the book, something would pop out at her and make some sense.
She definitely hoped so, anyway. Riddles and poetry were most definitely not her most favorite things to deal with, even on her best day. And she desperately wished that Remus was there to help her out. He was the one who always had his head stuck in some book while they were in school. Surely he would recognize some of the vaguer references in the riddle that were over her head.
Sable just grumbled and tried to focus her thinking. Remus wasn't there, and wouldn't be for some time. So she was stuck trying to decode the messages…if there really were any messages…in the lines set before her. She took another quick look at the riddle and shook her head.
"I'd rather have a potions recipe any day of the week." she muttered glumly, quickly getting to work. Maybe if she was lucky, she could try to figure out at least part of the damned mess before dinner rolled around.
A/N - I hope the few of you that actually managed to wait this long for an update will be pleased to know that I am going to be updating this story a bit more often now that I have a roof over my head. Or at least until another hurricane decides to come by the coast and wipe us out again.
Special props to Camilinha and Princess Danae for keeping me on my toes and bugging me about this story. From this point on, this story is dedicated to both you wonderful women. What would I do without you?
