Well, my second Secret Country fic and this one's Laura Fence. I think it's really cute. I own no one, though Fence would be a nice addition to the collection. smirks at huge hoard of kidnapped male characters but either way, have fun. :D

"Then?" Laura asked Fence, eager to learn.

Fence, despite his tiredness, had to chuckle. She reminded him of himself as a child, he used to drive his teachers crazy with questions, and knew how disappointing it felt to be turned down, so was determined not to do that to the sweet child who had thrown herself upon him the first time she had seen him, because he used to be her favourite character. But those rules no longer applied. She was not a child and he, a character.

"Well, you play the flute." He said. She made a face, and took out her silver flute. Cedric's, Fence remembered. He listened to her playing and remembered the time when she had first received the flute from Cedric. She had been so young then, sweet, innocent. She had had a small face and wide brown eyes peering up at him curiously, full of respect and love. Now, she was different…

She had grown taller, the same as him. She had developed beautifully, her body curving gently in exactly the right places, her face elongating slightly, her eyes, oh her eyes hand become beautifully hazel… She had also matured mentally, her poetry and prose and quotes by that William man sounded so much more real. And, Fence was definitely pleased that she had decided to train under him as a wizard instead of as a lady.

But he was worried, worried for very strange reasons. For some odd reason he was terrified were she to get hurt, and he had very odd dreams about him standing on a side of her wedding, as she married a faceless man. And he woke up feeling very sad… It didn't take too much to see, but Fence was giving it too much…

He was seeing her as beautiful instead of cute. Her personality was amazing, once you got her to talk. Closer and closer they had grown, spending many old hours in the dark of the night, studying the moon, many long trips to Fence's country, many a long day spent with only each other for company in lonely forests. But they did not mind. They had grown close, they enjoyed each other's company. Fence still remained his sweet boyish self, with a slightly longer face and the same loving, forever curious eyes as he had when he was younger, but now he was 30, and she 18.

It was one of their usual trips into the forest to check on the growth of their own personal herb garden. Laura had stumbled upon a nymph and was bombarding him with questions. He knew that to draw out a nymph, music was the best idea.

So there she was, pulled out of his dream world Fence though, playing Cedric's flute, to 'Good King Wenceslas'. Her face was slightly red with all the running. Both of them ran a lot, he noticed, it was like both of them liked to run away from reality. They both used to dash through the forests to see who could get there first, wherever they were going, and at the end of wherever they were going, they used to deliberately crash into each other and fall over into a pile, and see who could come out on-top. That person was declared the winner, and the looser had to cook. But neither of hem ever wanted to let the other one do all the work alone.

It was like they were brother and sister, but something more…

Well? Good? I hope so. I don't think this is too common a pairing so ah well…