A/n: Oh dear! It's the big 3-0:D I never thought that I'd make it this far. And to all of my reviewers who stuck with me and are still here and even if you only reviewed once, I love you all!
Chapter 30Collapsed on my bed after everyone left. Everyone being the people at the party…
Do you know how much work thirteen little children are? Well, I shouldn't say that actually. There was a couple twelve year olds a nine year old… but do you think they helped much? If you thought yes then you're crazy. They sat around playing muggle videos games all night. And I'm their cousin! I used to watch them! You'd think that after all these years they'd repay me be helping me with their little brothers and sisters and cousins and such. But no! After all of the times I've given the little twerps candy! And they repay me how? By playing games of course! Along with the occasional, "Katie, get me some pop! Katie, I'm hungry! Katie, where's the bathroom? Katie, I think you're friends cute!" I do not need endless ranting about how the twins are like God's to my twelve year old cousins!
Anyway, at the moment all of us are randomly laying all over my room. How we all managed that, I may never know. It could have to do with the fact that Fred managed to make room for himself in my closet or that George is crammed under my desk. Who knows?
"Guys," I groan, attempting to lift my head. Yeah, that didn't work. Ouch, actually this just caused me pain.
"Hmm?" I hear seven other voices attempt to answer. If this weren't so pathetic it'd actually be pretty funny.
"I can't move," I say, now trying to move my leg. Nope. Nothing. Gah.
"So?" I hear someone random ask. I don't care who it was, but they answered me…
"And I'm hungry," I complain. I'm good at that. I think I was talking with Madison for too long.
"So go get food."
"I can't move. What part of that don't you understand?" I asked grumpily over my grumbling stomach.
"Call Chico," I hear Fred suggest. Finally, something smart comes out of Fred's mouth. It must be a sign. A sign… that the Weasley's might actually have smart twins in the family. I don't know. I'm exhausted. Don't bother me.
"Chico's busy cleaning the rest of the house," I groan into my pillow.
"Isn't that what your dad said we should do?" Alicia asks, attempting to lift up her head, and failing miserably might I add, to look over at me.
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," I say, trying to smile, but I was too weak.
I know, I know. I know what you're thinking. Pathetic right? Well, yes, yes it is pathetic… but then again thirteen kids and chasing them all around the house? It's quite a workout actually. And it's also very, very scary when they decide to have a screaming contest. Especially when if you lose you have to be given a swirly. They took a while to stop. It's even worse because Wood's worked us to the bone… but we can't handle a few kids…
"Smooth, Bell, real smooth," I hear Lee mutter from somewhere over by my bookshelf.
After a bit we were all asleep.
We were woken by the sound of Emily screaming her pretty little head off about an hour later. I was not pleased.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Lee jump up from next to the bed and I hear a thud, which I'm assuming, was George forgetting that he was under the desk. I looked around the room. All of my friends were looking around tiredly in search of the horrible scream that seemed to wake them up.
"Katie, what the bloody hell was that?" Leanne mumbled, pulling a pillow over her head.
"I think it was Emily," I muttered, rubbing my eyes and looking at the clock. It was one AM. I think I'm going to kill my sister.
"Why's she screaming?" Alicia asks, slowly getting up from her spot by the lamp and turning it on. The light was bright. Enough to burn my eyes out. Well, not that bright, but it seemed that bright considering how tired we all were.
"I don't know," I say, swinging my feet over the side of the bed and apparently onto Lee's chest. "Oops, sorry Lee."
"No problem."
"Should I go check on her?" I ask, looking around the room.
"Yeah," I hear various people say.
So, regretting ever doing this, I get up out of bed and hop around all of my friends. Then, I reach the door and walk down the hall, candle in hand. I know it's old fashion but my dad likes to keep lit candles in the hallway for our late night trips to the bathroom. So I just took one of those and brought it with me because my house at night is quite creepy.
Once I reached Emily's room at the end of the hall, I heard soft noises that sounded like crying. Crap, I'm not good at comforting people. Not to mention I'm horrible at being serious. I really am. It's like… my serious gene got swept out of the gene pool or something.
"Emily?" I whisper, walking into the room with the candle at arms length. But as soon as I get in there I realize the light is on so I blow out the candle.
She sniffed.
"Em, are you alright?" I ask my little sister, as I walked over to her bed and sat next to her.
"Katie, I miss Mum," Emily says as tears stream down her face. I look at my little sister and I actually see a bit of me in her. The big, mischief making eyes, and the long dirty blond hair are a couple. But then there's the emptiness we both now feel and I'm sure Joey feels it too.
"We all do, Em. But we're going to get through it, I promise," I say encouragingly, hugging her. Merlin, I don't remember the last time I hugged my sister. Is that bad? I hope not.
"But Katie, you're going back to Hogwarts in a couple of days. And I can't talk to Dad and Joey wouldn't understand," Emily said as he looked over at a picture of Mum on her dresser.
"You could always owl me, you know," I say, pointing over to her owl, Cups. I have no clue why she named it Cups but she did.
"I know," Emily says.
"Just try to get some sleep and tomorrow will be better. Today was one of the hardest we'll have to deal with so don't worry," I said to her. I have no idea how I managed so say something like that. I smile and stand up. "Well, before I fall asleep right on your floor I'm going to head back to bed."
Emily smiled. "Alright, but Katie?"
"Yeah?"
"Put in a good word about me to Fred, would you?"
"G'night, Em."
Saturday January 29th
We're leaving tomorrow, but everyone wanted to go into the Muggle town. They've forced me to take them… I don't like going in there. The evil muggles give me weird looks. Not that I don't like muggles, I'm half muggle actually. Well my Mum was muggleborn. Anyway, I like muggles. They're brilliant. Except when you're six and you meet a little blond boy named Michael who decides that he's in the mood to throw sand in your ice cream. Well, then you just hit him but that's beside the point. Most muggles are nice anyway.
"Katie, Katie what's that?" Lee asks in awe, pointing over to a fast food place.
I laugh and say, "That would be KFC."
"Kafic?" he asks, tilting his head sideways, looking confused. Ha, poor Lee.
"No, Lee. Kentucky Fried Chicken," I explain. Realization dawned upon his face. He could never survive as a muggle. He'd walk around asking why that thing that the muggles were sitting in was moving and I'll have to teach him that it is a car.
"What's that?" Alicia asks, pointing over to the town Hospital.
"It's a library, can't you tell?" George says, pointing at the one random person who walked out with books in his hand. A closer look tells me that they're pregnancy books. Aw, he's going to be a Daddy! Actually, he doesn't look much older than us. I looked up at his face and it looked vaguely familiar….
"No George, it's a Hospital," Leanne points out, pointing up to the big sign above the "Emergency" sign that says in big red letters "HOSPITAL".
"WILL!" I shout out to the young man who walked out of the hospital.
He looks up, spins around, and tucks the books under his jacket. I give him a small smile and run up to him.
Now, before you get all crazy and implode on me, let me explain who this Will fellow is. Will is my cousin on my Mum's side. When he was sixteen he got sick of his dad (for unknown reasons, but I think it's because Uncle Murray is a drunk who likes to harass his son and occasionally throw his bowling trophies at him) and left the family. Aunt Matilda went quiet for months after he left… even though he had to go to Hogwarts and he left just a week before the semester started. She hasn't talked to her husband to this day, even during the divorce. Yes, my family is crazy. But, all I've heard since then is that Will ran off with his girlfriend after Hogwarts and refused to go into the family business. Which is the wine business. He claims he wants to be an author. I think that's good for him. Will's always had his head on straight… except for that time when he randomly decided to follow Kevin and jump off of that bridge. But that's a whole different story.
"What are you doing here, midget?" he asks, messing up my hair as my friends slowly come up from behind.
"Showing the gang around," I reply with an amused smile. Getting to the point I ask, "So what are you reading now a days?"
He immediately goes red. It's always great putting a family member under pressure.
"Well, you know me and reading," he says, tugging his collar.
I give him a skeptical look. "Yet you want to be… an author, no?"
He was going redder. "You saw the books didn't you?"
"Of course I saw the books!" I say, giving him a knowing look and a smack in the head. "You're going to be a daddy! Who else knows?"
"Well, you, your friends, Sarah, one of her friends, me, and just about everybody on this block who heard you yell that," he says, ticking the names off on his fingers. Whoops. Did I ever mention that I can't control my random outbursts? I didn't? Oh, well now you know.
"Haha, when's it due?" I ask. Hey, I'm going to be an auntie. Well, not really. More of a cousiny. But it will call me auntie.
"March," he says with a smug grin.
"And her parents haven't noticed?" I ask. Well, you think they'd notice sometime. I mean, she must have started showing at this point.
"She hasn't talked to her parents in a year, so no," Will says, looking away.
"What are you guys going to do then? I mean, Uncle Murray and Aunt Matilda don't know and what not, how are you going to support yourselves?" I ask. I like to know these things. "I'd give you money… but I'm only fifteen and I don't have a job… so I kind of can't."
"We'll find a way, Katie. And if worst comes to worst, I'll come live with you and your friends at school," he says with a smile. I think I might kill him. But then the mini cousin baby would grow up without a daddy. And what if it's a boy? Then it'd be girly! Uh-oh. He saw my look of terror and laughed at me. "Well, I'd better be off now. Sarah needs these books and we got this class thing that we need to go to, to tell us how to breathe nonetheless. Bye Katie."
"Alright. Congratulations Will! Bye!" I shout after him seeing as he turned around the corner. I turned back to my friends who were all just kind of staring at me. "Oh, that was my cousin Will," I explain with a smile.
"He's dreamy," Leanne says, taking a step forward and staring off into the distance. I give her a very weird look. Who says that about my cousin! Merlin, I think I may puke. Blach.
"Oh, please don't say that ever again! It's almost as bad as you saying that you like Kevin!" I protest, turning her back around. "We'll just find you a nice little muggle boy. You can trick him or something…"
I think she's lovesick. That's just plain creepy. Ew.
Once we got back to the house, Emily was there in some Muggle summer dress. Why? I do not know. It's the end of January for goodness sake! But that's Emily for you I guess.
"Hello there, Fred," she says seductively. Well, as seductively as an eleven year old could possibly be. Which was quite scary just to let you know.
Fred looks over at me in horror, probably thinking something along the lines of Katie, make your creepy sister stop it! I wouldn't be surprised. She is quite creepy.
"Emily, go away," I say, pointing to the kitchen or whatever's behind that wall on the other side of the front of my house.
"You were supposed to put a good word in for me!" she bellows. Ugh, little sisters. Sometimes I just want to smack them!
"Emily, go aw-" I was saying, but I never finished because Kevin pulled into the driveway.
"Emliy! What are you wearing?" he yells over to her. I couldn't help but laugh. Her dress was pretty short. My sister: the slut. That's always fantastic.
"A-a dress," she stutters, pointing her toes in and giving Kevin the whole 'I'm innocent I didn't know' look. That look has bought me years off of grounding time. She wasn't supposed to pick it up!
"Go change into some real clothes!" he shouts, pointing towards the house.
Sometimes it is good having a very overprotective older brother. Sometimes.
Sunday morning, 6 AM
Yeah, we're finally leaving my house, after a week off a school we have to go back and face the stares the glares and the… I can't think of another word that rhymes with stares so I'm just stopping theres. Ha! Sorry.
But anyway, we're all at Platform 9 and ¾. I just love the sound of that. 9 and ¾. It's the best name for a platform. Anyway, that's where we are. My Dad, Emily, and Joey came to make sure we got on the train alright. Kevin would have come but you know Kevin. Well, actually you don't. He likes to sleep in.
"I'm going to miss you, Katie," Joey says, jumping up and giving me a hug. Aw.
"I'm going to miss you too, Squirt. Don't get into too much trouble without me," I say to him and my dad brings all of our stuff on the train.
"But Katie, I just got some new dung bombs and I wanted to put them in Kevin's cah!" He can't say his R's so car is now cah.
"Hm, I like that idea. Do it, Joey, but do you remember the one rule I actually ever taught you?" I ask with a grin, staring down at my little brother.
"Don't evah get caught!" he said with a toothy grin.
"Good job."
My friends started piling on the train. Well, all of them except for Fred, whom Emily was holding back. Oh joy.
"So owl me sometime and maybe when you come back we can have tea! Or play house or something!" I overhear Emily harass Fred. Poor child. Fred, not Emily.
"Come on, lover boy," I say as I grab Fred by the collar of his shirt and I drag him away from Emily.
"Thank you," he whispers as I throw him on the train.
"That's my point in life. To save people from the wrath of my little sister," I point out. What? It's true!
Wednesday February 2nd
Poke. "Lee." Poke. "Lee!"
"Ugh, what?"
It was Wednesday morning at like five. I wanted to bring Lee to see the sunrise. So, I walked up to his room to wake him up. That seemed like the most reasonable thing to do at the time. I mean, I could have played stripping music and threw a donkey on him but no. I was nice and poked him.
"Come on!" I shout, pulling the covers off of him revealing his plaid blue pajama pants and black Weird Sisters T-shirt. I think that's my T-shirt! Why does he have my shirt? How did he get my shirt is another good question!
"Where are we going?" he asks, attempting to pull the covers back up over himself. Oh no way are you getting away from the wrath of Katie Bell that easily buddy.
"Just come on!" I shout, grabbing his feet and dragging him out of the bed with a loud thunk when he hit the floor. Whoops.
"Bell, I'm not getting out of bed at five in the morning!" he protests, scrambling back up.
"Oh yes you are, Mr.!" I shout, linking my arm with his and forcing him to stand.
"But Katie," he whines, stretching out my name like it's a rubber band. "I'm tired." He sounds like my cousins. Uh-oh.
"Lee Jordan you'd better follow me this instant!" I shout in a strict but not-so-strict voice.
He sighed and walked out the door with me. I love being powerful.
We walked in silence down into the Common Room and out through the portrait hole.
"Katie, where are we going?" he asks, stifling a yawn. He's holding my hand and a blanket too. It's a rather amusing sight. This fifteen, almost sixteen, year old boy? Man? Child? Guy… this fifteen, almost sixteen, year old guy is walking around with his girlfriend and a blanket at five o'clock in the morning.
WAIT! That does not sound good! Crap, Lee what'd you have to bring the blanket for?
"I'll tell you if you tell me why you're wearing my shirt," I say smugly. Hey, I have a right to know. It is my shirt after all.
"This is yours?" he asks innocently. I bet it's because he's tired. Lee Jordan is never ever EVER innocent at all.
"Yes, yes it is," I say with a small smile.
"Oh, well here," he says, reaching for the bottom of the shirt about to take it off. I squeal (yes, squeal, it's an annoying habit I know but I couldn't help it, the guy was about to take his shirt off for Merlin's sake… but I guess it's better then his pants…) and cover my eyes.
"LEE JORDAN!" I shout through the hall. He laughs and I peek through my fingers to make sure he wasn't going to take it off. Not that I haven't seen him shirtless before. Once when I was just a wee little first year he ran, screaming into the Common Room after Fred and George who apparently stole his pants. But he was wearing pants at the time, just no shirt. Which doesn't make much sense, I know but still. They were what? Twelve?
"Yesssss?" he asks seductively. No fair! He's supposed to be tired! Not pervy! It's bloody five AM! I guess I'm never satisfied. Okay, so I'm really never satisfied. But that's okay. Because nothings perfect. Or is it nobody's perfect? Eh, lets just go with both. Because how often do you find something that's perfect? I mean, there's no perfect families, relationships, items, flowers or anything of the sort. Except for friends, because friends are always perfect in your own eyes… Except when you have ginormous fights. Then it's not so perfect but good friends always make up. Or accidentally get locked in closet where they are forced to make up. But that's besides the point.
"So where are we going to anyway?" he asks, once more entwining his fingers in mine. Isn't that an awesome word? Entwining? I think it's awesome.
"You'll see!"
"Tell me!"
"I can't!"
"Why?"
"It will ruin the surprise!"
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Ple-"
I am just so incredibly awesome. The only way to shut the poor boy up is to kiss him. So that's what I did, proving that I'm a genius. Pure genius actually. It's insane how much of a genius I am. … Except in potions. But you don't really need potions anyway. I mean, just rush me to Saint Mungos and I'll be fine!
Sooooo we stood there for a couple of minutes because of my genius tactics and after we both got light headed from lack of air, we decided that we'd better continue our journey.
"You think that just because you snogged me that I forgot that it was five in the bloody morning?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Hey, it could happen," I say, walking down the hill to the lakeside. Now, I know it's only February and that it's only five in the morning but that makes it even better. You know it does.
"Yeah, you're right," Lee says as I cleared off some snow from this one rock so that we could sit. Lee sat down and I sat next to him. "Care to tell me why you dragged me all the way outside to sit on a snowy rock near the lake at five in the morning?"
"I think I shall," I say as he put his arm around me and the blanket around both of us. "I wanted to watch the sunrise."
He smiles and kisses my forehead. "If I didn't like you so much, like if you were one of the twins although I have no idea why the twins would bring me out to watch the sunrise, then I would extremely grumpy. But oddly enough, I'm not."
I give him a look like hey! "I'm trying to decide if that's a compliment of an insult…" I say with a grin as I looked up into his warm brown eyes.
"It was a compliment, love," he says as we looked up over the trees and saw the golds and oranges and pinks rise above our heads. It was perfect.
We sat there watching in silence for a couple of minutes, neither of us wanting to ruin the moment.
"It's gorgeous," I breathed. You know, kind of like a whisper with more air… Maybe not.
"That it is," Lee says, staring up into the sky as two little birds flew over our heads. How ironic.
After the sunrise (which was AMAZING by the way) Lee and I had to sneak back up to the Common Room. It was about seven so I still had half an hour of sleep before I actually needed to get up and sleep sounded pretty good at the moment.
Saturday February 5th
So let's just say that sneaking around for five hours when you're supposed to be at class is not the best idea in the world. I mean, yeah, if you get to miss Potions then go for it but not when you miss double potions, charms, and transfiguration. Especially when each teacher sees you during their class when you're running through the halls, chasing two Weasley twins who are insisting on stripping as they go. Now, I don't know why they were doing this or what possessed them to but they were. Let me explain.
So yesterday before lunch I was talking to Fred and George.
"Katie, what are you doing after lunch?" George asked me with a smile. You know which one I'm talking about. That whole I've-got-a-plan-that-you're-soon-going-to-know-which-will-most-likely-get-us-in-trouble-but-that's-okay smile. Yeah, the really creepy one.
Deary, you've really got to learn not to give into peer pressure
Psh, like you haven't given into peer pressure.
As a matter of fact I haven't.
Ha! You're getting married. That's tons of peer pressure. Enough to make me implode.
You don't know that!
Um, you're in my head. Of course I know that you've been under peer pressure. But that's beside the point.
Not it's not… We were talking about peer pressure.
I don't care. I have a question.
Sigh What?
If you're my conscience, then how are you getting married? And why is my conscience and alien?
I um… well you see… it's like. I don't know, deary.
Some life questions are never going to be answered.
Answer this one. Sludge or slime?
For what?
The drinks! What else would that be fore? A sludge and slide? Aha, I crack myself up.
Sigh Erm, slime. It sounds more… alcoholic? Nah, professional. I can't think of the right word for it!
That's alright. Slime it is! Thanks Katie, dear!
Anyway, back to my story.
"Well George, I'm most likely going to my classes. You know, Potions, Charms, Transfiguration. You might want to consider that too," I said, opening my bag and pulling out a quill.
Draping an arm around my shoulder, Fred says, "Now Katikens, why would we do that?"
"True, true," I said thoughtfully. They always just end up in sucking me into one of their evil plots.
"Care to go to Honeydukes after lunch?" George asked. Why they were asking me, I have no idea. You'd think they'd ask Lee.
I thought about it for a minute. Well, then it seemed like a pretty good plan. I mean, no double Potions, nor Charms, nor Transfiguration. So, like I said, it seemed like a pretty good plan… at the time anyway.
"Alright," I agreed. Then I ran my bag up to my room and ate lunch. Nothing spectacular happened during lunch though. Well, except when Lee sneezed and his face got covered in applesauce. That was pretty amusing. Then he kept sneezing and it kept shooting out and hitting Angelina, who was sitting across from him. It was great.
So, on our way there, the twins decide, HEY! LETS RUN THROUGHOUT THE HALLS! So, sadly, I agreed.
"Guys, should we really run past the dungeons?" I asked as they kicked off their shoes, one nailing me in the jaw. Damn you George.
"Of course we should run past the dungeons! That way Snape can see us!" Fred yelled with a laugh, sprinting by one of the dungeon doors and throwing off his cloak.
I chase after the pair of them, picking up random items they just throw off. Such as shoes, socks, cloaks, and ties. They didn't do anything extreme, but they still threw enough to slow me down just in time for Snape to grab my by the collar of my uniform.
"Well, well, well Miss Bell," he said with that evil sneer. "What have we got here?"
"Um, a couple of ties, a couple pairs of shoes, some cloaks, and a few socks," I said, looking down at the pile in my arms. There were only three socks though because I missed one of George's.
"And these would be?" he asked, picking up a tie and looking at the scarlet and gold colors covering it.
"I'm not willing to say," I said solemnly. I don't know why I said that. Ha, maybe it didn't feel like I was chasing the twins while they were stripping so therefore I wasn't willing to say? Maybe? No? Darn.
"Fifty points from Gryffindor and detention tomorrow night, my office," he said turning on his heal and walking away back into his classroom, where, ironically, I was supposed to be. So, before he noticed that I was supposed to be there, I took off running after the twins. Then I heard, "BELL!" as I turned the corner and I wasn't about to go back there.
Once I rounded the corner, I saw the twins panting for breath in the remains of the clothes they kept on (which thankfully a lot).
"Gee thanks guys," I said to them, dropping the pile of Fred and George stripped clothes onto the floor.
"Any time Katie, any time," Fred said with a bow. I was about ready to kill the pair of them.
"You both just earned me a night of Saturday detention with Snape!" I shouted through the hall. Yes, I was very mad if you couldn't tell. Spending Saturday night with Snape of all people was not on my To Do list.
"Bloody hell, sorry Kates," George said, putting a sock back on. "Hey now! Where's my other sock?"
"It must still be in front of the Potions door. I couldn't pick it up before Snape caught me," I explained to him, crossing my arms. They are not going to be forgiven too easily. I don't want to spend Saturday night with Snape. And the more I keep saying that, the wronger it sounds. Gah.
"Aren't you supposed to be in that class at the moment?" Fred asked, leaning against the wall to tie his shoe. George stomped off to go get his other sock. You'd hear a footstep then kind of a slap of foot hitting rock.
"Yeah, but I sprinted away before he realized it," I explained to him, still laying on the death glare but helping him keep his balance all the same.
After I handed him his cloak we heard footsteps coming from the opposite direction. It wasn't George because George went the other way. Fred and me stared off into the direction of the sound until we saw a haughtily looking Zacharias Smith being dragged off (by the ear nonetheless) by a stern looking Minerva McGonagal. Now, if I didn't absolutely hate the kid I would have felt bad. But ever since two years ago when he was just a wee little first year and he decided that 'hey! Putting rats in Katie Bell's bag is such a great idea' I haven't been too fond of him and his little friends who just happened to think that the situation was oh so hilarious.
I looked at Fred who looked at me and we both backed against the wall, trying not to be seen. But, because it was the middle of the day and the sun was shining directly at us like a spotlight, McGonagal saw right through our 'lets pretend to be a wall' disguise'.
"What are you two doing?" she asked, rolling her eyes. Ha, I know she rolled her eyes. It was fantastic but I decided laughing would not be the best thing to do in situations like that.
"He's putting his shoes on!" I said, pointing to the shoes on Fred's feet. "Well he was putting his shoes on…."
"And why were they off?" she asked shrilly, still holding onto Smith's ear. Ehe.
"Because we were running and sliding across the floor," George said as he ran and attempted to slide across the stone. "As you can see I have not yet mastered the skill."
"Aren't you supposed to be in class?" she asked.
"We were taking Miss Bell to the Hospital Wing. It seems she hit her head a couple of times when we were sliding," Fred lied fabulously.
"Well, you'd better get her up there then," McGonagal said, dragging Zacharias off in the other direction.
"What's with the teachers being so clueless today?" I asked as me and the twins sprinted down the hallway and back up to the Common Room (them not leaving their clothes behind this time).
Once we got up there, the three of us collapsed on the couch.
That was my day yesterday, but now, I'm off to detention. Ugh.
A/n: Oh dear. I know, I'm horrible! I'm a horrible, horrible person! It took me so long to update! I feel awful! Exams are coming up so teachers are cramming us with homework! I know that's not a good excuse but I'm SOOOO Sorry! You can kill me if you want… but then you'll never know what happens! But still, I'm SO SORRY! But please please please review! Even if it is to yell at me! I'm so incredibly sorry. I'm horrible! And this chapter wasn't even that good! I promise the next one will be better, I swear!
-Ashley (AKA Snuffles, its out of habit that I sign my name… stupid email :p)
