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"I'm renting out the bed next to Mr Potter's if you don't stay right there!" was what Kaiba woke to, blinking sunlight out of his eyes. At some point, someone had wrapped a blanket around him in the night. A pale Atem was sat up, blinking at Madam Pomfrey as she fretted with the bedsheets around him, fluffing a pillow here, twitching a blanket there and shoving a bowl of porridge towards the bewildered teen. "And you'll eat all of that young man. You need to build your iron back up."

"Are you telling me I will have company?" Atem asked, sounding almost genuinely confused. Madam Pomfrey shot him a poisonous look and the boy quickly shoved a spoonful of porridge in his mouth. Seto might have said something if another bowl didn't suddenly materialise under his own nose.

"You too," she snapped. Seto frowned but said nothing. At this point, he had learnt not to garner the woman's ire. "Really, this is the last thing I need right now, with all the children coming down with colds! Not to mention Finnegan's last Potions 'project'…" The woman continued to mutter away to herself as they ate, eventually wandering slowly away. Atem watched her go with careful eyes.

"You're not getting out of eating that," Seto noted dryly and Atem twitched, face flushing.

"I'm not hungry." The spoon swirled in the porridge almost mulishly. It wasn't terrible per se, but Seto had had better.

"She's not wrong. Dying or not, you still need the iron." That time, Atem didn't even bother meeting his eye.

"You don't need to stay," he said, twirling the spoon. "I can call Mahad again and you can get some proper sleep."

"Don't be an idiot. And eat your breakfast." He wasn't budging on that point. Atem sighed and took another bite. He only made it three quarters of the way through the bowl before pushing it away. Is it stress or the curse that's causing this? Seto wondered, refraining from commenting. Atem had been somewhat of a picky eater all year, nibbling through toast in the mornings and eating whatever Akhefia shoved under his nose at mealtimes under Mahad's watchful eye. Long distant memories recalled similar habits in Egypt, a greater emphasis always placed on those around him rather than himself. Seto ate the rest for him so they would escape the Healer's ire.

"Who told you?" Atem asked quietly, fiddling with the edge of the sheet.

"Akhefia." That brought a soft smile to his cousin's lips. "Pretty handy, having him assigned to you and only you through the House of Life. Are they even aware he's a member?" Atem shrugged with a faint smile.

"I'm sure some of the others have guessed but Akhefia's always been independant." Seto snorted at that, rolling his eyes. The humour was short-lived however.

"Let me call on Mahad," Seto stated, leaving no room for argument despite the wording. "You need to conserve your strength." Atem made a face.

"It's not that much of a burden," he started to argue but Seto cut him off with a glare.

"Merely using the Puzzle almost killed you. Use of Shadow Magic, or any magic at all really, weakens you and that stunt you pulled in the Puzzle, don't think I didn't notice it, was idiotic at best." Seto narrowed his eyes with a scowl. "Are you trying to get yourself killed before the curse does?" Atem scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Now you sound like Mahad," he murmured, "perhaps you should make a club."

"This isn't a joke," Seto deadpanned. Atem sighed, leaning back against the pillows.

"I know. I just… what would Dumbledore have planned, if I had done nothing?" Atem asked quietly, eyes in his lap. "What would Harry have had to go through, just to fulfill one potential pathway of the Prophecy?"

"Being hypocritical aren't you?"

"It would be hypocritical if I had that choice." Seto gave him a flat look and Atem scowled. "That didn't count and you know it. The Pendant is in Yugi's hands and accepts only him."

"Sounds like an excuse to me," Seto muttered, but refrained from saying more. The Rod glinted in the morning light, reminding him once again of the night before. He tightened his grip once again. "You know that Yugi is explaining to the idiots about Shadow Magic right now?"

"I presumed it would happen eventually. We couldn't cover up what happened last night," Atem pointed out. "Besides it's Yugi's decision if he wants to talk about his experiences. Won't have to worry about my permission for long."

"No, he'll have to worry about mine." Atem raised an eyebrow.

"What happened to blacklisting us for life?" Seto resisted to throttle his cousin at the sight of that stupid smirk.

"Of course, of all the things you'd remember, it would be that," he grumbled. Atem chuckled at that, the smile lighting up his face.

The good mood died soon after when a small figure ran into the room right through the doors. Nofret had no hesitation to run right up to the bed and throw incorporeal arms around Atem, not even caring that she briefly went right through him.

"Thank An you are alright!" she cried. "You have to call sister back. I'm worried about her."

"Nofret, you know I can't. If not for the Orichalcum, then because she attacked a teacher, minion of the Minoan or not." The girl pouted, folding her arms across her chest. There was a short staring contest, a checking of wills, before the Princess inevitably folded.

"I talked to his Ka last night. She needs help but she won't ask for it. Not for herself." Seto resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"If she won't ask for it, why does he deserve it? Considering what that stuff is doing to her, why does she think we'd even want to help in the first place?" he sneered. Nofret shot him a poisonous look, turning back to Atem instead.

"Please, Baba. I don't know how long she has…" Seto was about to object, but Atem raised a hand.

"I will have a look at her, Nofret. But it will be up to Set to decide what will be done about it." She looked set to object until she spotted the vials on the bedside table. She closed her mouth again.

"Ok," she agreed rather miserably. Gods save me, Seto thought, raising his eyes to the ceiling. If it wasn't his cousin throwing a hissy fit about something, it was one of the Princesses or Marik about his hair. How did I last this long?

It was a fond thought, however. And that was progress on the usual annoyance he felt.

Explaining the Millennium Items took far longer than Yugi first thought. Their history was shrouded in mystery, no matter how many times Hermione asked when they were first forged. He could only explain what they knew, added to by Marik's vast knowledge from the Tomb Keepers and completely unaided by Akhefia who stayed in his corner saying nothing. Ryou fiddled nervously with the Ring when it came time to explain about his spirit. He had swallowed heavily when the trio turned to him, aghast, just waiting for the spirit to make its way out.

"He can't, for now," Ryou said firmly, despite the shaking of his hands. "I've made sure to take back control the moment he tries it." Yugi gave him an encouraging smile, despite the uneasiness it caused- was it Ryou taking back control, or the Spirit of the Ring just deciding to let him think that? After all, it hadn't seemed particularly interested in the school, unlike Ryou who was trying to learn as much as he could. More likely, he was simply biding his time until he could make another bid for the Items.

That moved them on to more relevant topics. The revelation of the two ghostly Princesses (another matter that Akhefia refused to chime in on and just led to further uncomfortable speculation about their involvement in Yami's death), the Orichalcos and it's followers and Professor Schiavone's potential involvement. Marik noted that yes, the man was technically a Shadow Mage, but more than likely had no idea.

"From the research I've done, it seems to be a theme of Dartz, to collect those he thinks are most powerful as his followers than eventually add them to his collection of souls," Bill said darkly, sipping at the tea which Dobby had brought in halfway through the conversation. The House Elf had given Harry a quick wave before disappearing once again.

"But then, that means that Professor Schiavone is in danger too!" Hermione gasped. Bill just shrugged.

"He's made his choice. There's nothing we can do to stop that except wait for the inevitable or the long shot situation where he realises he was wrong." Yugi gave him a smirk.

"I don't know, we're pretty good at impossible," he said, nudging Ryou who gave a startled laugh. Well, it was true after all: who else would have been able to return from the Shadow Realm completely unaffected, after being dragged there by their alter ego? Ryou didn't speak about what he saw there, but had seemed somewhat more confident in himself afterwards, even more so after arriving here. Perhaps he truly was getting a better grip of keeping the spirit under control.

Bill gave them a smile, but Yugi got the feeling he didn't really believe it. Yugi couldn't blame the man- after what had happened last night, they were all still feeling on edge.

"So, what do we do now?" Ron asked from his corner. "You know, since we can't actually do anything about the Princess until Atem gets back on his feet? And convince him to do something about it?" There was a long silence at that and Yugi swallowed.

Why do they think that she will do anything? If she had wished either myself or Atem harm, she has had plenty of opportunity, Yami pointed out to him. Yugi bit his lip, thinking.

Do you think that it holds any weight though? It's your life they're talking about, he pointed out. Yami seemed to sigh, glancing towards the fire.

I think that there is more going on here than meets the eye. We have been told two conflicting stories: one in which Haphiri Enheduanna is an ally, the other in which she has committed murder. If she did have a hand in my death, as the evidence seems to point to, why did she take me aside to warn us of the Orichalcos? She obviously has little regard for this Raphael, Yami reasoned. However, her actions towards him during the lesson showed that she did have something to hide. What exactly that is, we have yet to discover.

So we do nothing? But what if that causes more harm than good? You heard Akhefia, she married a Pharaoh which would make her a Queen. With that kind of power, how would we have any say over her? Yugi wondered anxiously. It didn't help that she did not care for Ryou either and his friend had suffered enough at the hands of one ghost. He didn't need to from another.

I don't think we have a choice. While I could order her to stay away, no such measures are in place for her sister. And if she is using Nofret as well… that would render most of our actions useless. Yugi cringed, resisting the urge to beat his head against the arm of the chair.

"I forgot about her," he muttered out loud, startling the room. Harry, Ron and Hermione stared at him in confusion, while Marik blinked.

"Forgot about who?" Marik asked in English, if only to clear up the confusion within the room.

"Nofret." There were winces around the room except for Akhefia who raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "The Pharaoh pointed out that anything we do could be reported back to her by her sister." That Yami had no doubt that they were related, ruled out the theory that the pair were only metaphorically 'sisters'. He was usually pretty good at spotting that sort of thing.

"Why is everything so complicated?" Harry bemoaned out loud. "Once upon a time our only worry was what Voldemort was up to and what he had planned for the end of the year."

"He waited until the end of your school year to attack you?" Marik asked sceptically. Harry nodded, looking confused.

"Oh, he must really care about your education," Ryou teased, in the only way Ryou could. Yugi laughed at the astonished looks on the trio's faces, the stunning poker face Ryou had on making it all the funnier. If you didn't know Ryou well, you might have thought that he was being deadly serious.

"Er…" Harry stated blankly, probably wondering how to respond. Ryou cracked a smile then as Marik couldn't hold his own laughter in.

"Ha! Cares about Harry's education!" Marik sniggered. "Probably just waiting until he's distracted by exams."

"I don't know, the exams got cancelled during our second year," Hermione said, joining in. "And he ensured Harry entered the Tri Wizard Tournament last year, so he didn't have to do any exams."

"What was the point of going to lessons then?" Marik asked. Harry blinked before shrugging.

"Hermione would have murdered me in my sleep." They all fell into giggles at that and even Bill managed to crack a grin.

It didn't, however, stop the feeling of foreboding in the back of his head.

Madam Pomfrey was not happy at having to release him so early, but Atem got his way in the end with Neira's help. The woman had taken a moment out of her time helping Mr Weasley to talk with the school's matron, drop by to say hello and run back out again to make sure the Healers at St Mungo's did nothing to mess up her patient's treatment. Seto had watched with narrowed eyes throughout the whole process as the woman muttered angrily to herself.

He pulled the curtain across to give himself some privacy from them both.

Atem dearly wished Mahad was here, but he needed a source of power to keep him here and Seto had asked Neira's opinion on that. The woman had given him a look and thanked his cousin for bringing to her attention his supposed 'need to sabotage his own health again'. Seto had, however, assured him that if he so wished, then he would happily summon Mahad back from the Monster Realm. While the Magician could summon himself, he still required a need to latch onto a Mage to stay and Atem knew he wouldn't be doing it to him anymore. It left him feeling empty and alone to know that he could no longer summon his friend when he needed him.

The tight feeling in his chest had yet to dissipate but it probably never would at this point. He could breathe well enough on his own for now and prayed he would no longer be conscious if he couldn't. It might seem cruel to wish that in regards to family, but Atem was independant and could barely sit still on the best days. Spending hours, days, even months in bed was a worst nightmare for him, and most likely those around him. He needed to do something, even if that something was as boring as paperwork.

At this point, he might even offer to help Seto with his corporation if it would get him out of the Hospital Wing any sooner.

Seto was waiting for him when he was finally dressed once again. At some point in the night, his clothes had been taken away for washing and replaced with others. Soft jeans, cotton shirt and the deep purple robe his father had given him in his previous birthday. They were nostalgic, despite the pain. As a child, Atem could remember his father wrapping him in his own purple robe whenever he was ill, carrying him back to bed when he escaped and reassuring him the next morning would come soon. Atem had never been afraid of the Dark, he lived in it. He had been afraid of the loneliness of his position, of his life.

It was probably that, more than anything, which had swayed his father into allowing Akhefia to stick around.

Seto made no motion to acknowledge the change of clothes. He merely eyed him carefully before pointing to the tray of food sat on the nightstand, ready and waiting for him. He grimaced.

"Pomfrey wants it gone before you leave," he stated, reclining back in his chair. Atem made a face but obediently sat on the side of the bed, eyeing what the woman had brought. Oddly enough, another comforting meal. Ta'meya and mahshi, smelling of home. He blinked and glanced towards his cousin who was pointedly not looking at him.

"Thank you," Atem murmured, taking a bite out of the stuffed vegetables. Seto made no comment and they sat in silence as he struggled through the food. It wasn't necessarily that he didn't like eating, so much as the pain at it's worst caused his stomach to churn, cutting down his appetite even when he remembered to eat. More often than not, he avoided food when the pain was at its worst and bore the brunt of either Mahad or Akhefia's wrath at a later time.

Despite his best efforts, his stomach twisted before he could finish the meal. Seto made no comment, merely finished off the leftovers in silence before the matron returned.

"Are you sure you don't want me to summon Mahad?" Seto asked, almost too casually. Atem sighed, deciding that pride could go hang right about now.

"Fine," he conceded. "Please." It had only been a few hours, and yet he missed him far more now than he had at the start of the year. At least then, he had known he could summon him if he so wished. It seemed he wasn't as apathetic about his impending doom as he had thought. Seto accepted the card silently, placing it on the duel disk without much further ado.

Mahad seemed rather startled when he arrived.

"My Pharaoh? Are you alright?" Mahad asked, kneeling before him. Atem didn't waste any time, gathering the man into the tightest hug he could.

"Don't leave again," he half begged the startled Monster. He had lost his father already, didn't even know his mother after she died soon after his birth. His Uncle had run away from the Clan even before that and so his only reference was Seto, who had been adamant that he would have nothing to do with them. Mahad and Mana had been two of the few constants in his life.

The Magician hesitated to return the embrace, but eventually he did. Mahad was gentle, setting aside even his staff for once.

"Never, my Pharaoh. Your wish is my command, always."

It was midday when they finally left the Hospital Wing. Kaiba was getting antsy again, business waited for no man, family crisis or no, but he restrained himself from commenting on the time. Madam Pomfrey would not appreciate any further comments about the rate at which she treated her patients, doubly so considering she had been restrained from certain actions regarding Atem. Mahad, now back to his ever faithful position guarding his Pharaoh, stood in the corner as she gave Atem one last once over.

"You have the potions Professor Snape has prepared for you?" she asked, eyeing his cousin critically. Atem merely held up the shrunken vials. "And you remember how to take them? And to come back if the coughing returns or find yourself struggling to breathe?"

"Yes, Madam," Atem said dutifully, but Seto could tell he was getting fed up with the woman's questions.

"Well, as much as I think you should rest some more, so long as you go straight back to your Dorm, you may leave. But I insist you take it easy. No lessons for the next week- I've already cleared this with your teachers and your healers. Bed rest, and lots of it." Seto wondered how she was intending to enforce that.

From the twitch Mahad made, he, too, was aware of how impossible a task that was.

"Tell me you have something for him to do," the Magician murmured quietly.

"Sure, if he can understand complex accounts and underhanded stock market deals." That earned him a bemused look from the Monster. Truthfully, he had tried to think of something. So long as Atem was out of the Hospital Wing, he would be sticking by his side, or leaving him under Mahad's care while he was gone, but he also knew by now that his cousin was wily. His closest friend for years was a thief and while he didn't advertise it to everyone, he had picked up a trick or two during that time.

Atem shot the a brief look showing that he had heard every word, nodding to whatever instructions the woman was wittering on now. It was a relief to finally leave.

Kaiba didn't even give him the chance to wander off somewhere else.

"You're supposed to be resting," he snapped over the protests that came of this action. Atem huffed a sigh, allowing himself to be dragged along (discreetly) by his collar. Probably a good thing he had a lot of practice with Mokuba in his younger, more enthusiastic years under Gozaburo.

"They won't be finished with their talk," he pointed out. Kaiba grunted, annoyed and changed directions for the Library instead.

"You never did explain how you know Japanese," Kaiba said to change the topic. The least said about the conversation currently occurring within the Palace Dorm the better, especially after their talk this morning. Atem gave him a flat look and he dropped it. No point in beating that particular dead horse.

They were a few corridors away when they were interrupted by an irritatingly familiar voice.

"Atem? You're out of the Hospital Wing!" Hermione was rushing up the corridor from the direction of their personal Dorm, Harry and Ron dawdling behind her, both speeding up when they caught sight of his cousin and guard. Kaiba scowled.

"What's it to you?" he snapped. The girl recoiled a moment, before moving right past him. Seto gave her a dirty look for ignoring him.

"Atem we were so worried! Are you alright?" Atem gave him a brief look before turning back to the girl. She didn't give him a moment to answer as she caught on to the idiocy of her own question. "Of course you're not alright, Harry said it was something serious. But you are better now, right? Unless Kaiba's dragged you out…" she trailed off, quailing under his glare.

Good to know it still worked on insipid teenagers.

"Thank you for your concern, Hermione," Atem said politely, nodding towards Harry and Ron. "It was nothing much, I promise. Shadow Magic is volatile and always requires a careful balance. I… overstretched." Seto was glad he had good control over his facial features, otherwise he might be openly twitching at that statement. The girl drooped in relief, as did Harry and Ron.

"There was something that I wanted to talk to you about," Harry piped up. Seto raised an unimpressed eyebrow. The boy ploughed ahead anyways. "First off, I'm sorry we pried into your business. We didn't realise that we would have needed your permission to know and we… I should have trusted both Yugi's and your own judgement about the subject of possession. It's just… we had a teacher last year who wasn't who he was supposed to be and Ginny was once possessed by a spirit stuck in a diary." Ron shuddered and Seto took in that information with nothing more than a blink. So, they had a reason for acting like idiots. Interesting.

No wonder Atem had been so wary of what Dumbledore might have been planning.

"Thank you, Harry, for your apology and your confidence. Have you told Yugi this?" Atem asked, relaxing back slightly into a more confidant stance.

"Yeah, I did," Harry said, nodding. "There was also… something else. Do you know anything about Haphiri's involvement in the death of the Nameless Pharaoh?" Hermione shot Harry a startled look while Seto's breath caught in his throat. Did those idiots actually…? Atem had stiffened once more.

"Her dagger was the weapon that killed the Nameless Pharaoh. The Tomb Keepers have kept her out of their world as much as possible, in order to protect his legacy and the deeds he did," Atem stated, eyes narrowed. "Only a fool would think her harmless." Harry cringed but valiantly held his head high.

"Ok," he said. "We were concerned that she might have taken you in as well."

"Her sister was killed under the Pharaoh's watch. At one point, they were each political prisoners of the Pharaoh before him. I am well aware of the feelings she has towards my family." Harry looked startled but nodded grimly.

"Right. Ok. Um… thanks?" he stuttered. Atem sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I thank you for your concern, Harry, and that of your friends. I understand that everything may seem overwhelming, to work with such characters as the Priestess Haphiri Enheduanna and her sister, but trust me. I have spent years working with them, as has Bill. There is very little that we can be surprised by with her actions," Atem said, almost reassuringly. The Gryffindors shared looks and nodded.

"I'm glad you're better," Harry said in way of a goodbye. Kaiba did not even bother to wave.

"Dormitory is free now." Atem rolled his eyes but allowed Seto to lead them both back to their room. Seto tried to hope that there would be a strong cup of coffee waiting for him- Dobby was practically clairvoyant with the way he predicted when he needed the caffeine. After spending the night watching over his cousin and neglecting his work, he would be in dire need of it.

The Common Room was unpleasantly full when they made it back. Akhefia glanced up from his corner where he was brooding in barely restrained anger. Ryou, too, had made an appearance, playing a game of chess with Yugi who looked startled to find them back so soon. Bill should have been in the meeting but was now missing- no doubt back to the mess that Enheduanna had made with that little stunt in the middle of History of Magic.

"Atem!" It was Yugi, standing from his now abandoned game. Ryou barely noticed, staring slightly horrified at the Prince's pale complexion. Kaiba scowled at them all, sharing a look with Akhefia. By the look on his face he had refused to explain much of anything to the trio of morons and even less with Yugi. Marik just shifted uncomfortably from behind his book.

At least he's no longer completely oblivious, Seto thought, eyeing the textbook that the Tomb Keeper was hiding behind. A specific History of Magic book as well. Can't say the same for the rest of the dweebs in here.

"Hello Yugi," Atem greeted politely, shifting towards his room. "I trust the conversation went well?"

"They're convinced Haphiri is going to kill you," Akhefia stated off-handedly. Yugi shot him a dirty look, but Atem merely tilted his head.

"Isn't she?" Akhefia rolled his eyes, pushing away from the wall.

"Well, if you have energy enough to be dramatic, I'm off. Got some work to do in the Slytherin Common Room. Marik's made an interesting… opening." Seto raised an eyebrow, surprised. Marik flushed and ducked back behind the book.

"Are you alright?" the runt asked quietly when the thief was gone, doing his usual puppy-dog eyes. They might have worked on anyone else, but not Atem and certainly not Kaiba.

"No. If you will excuse me," Atem murmured, bowing his head politely and heading towards the door, a clear dismissal. Kaiba was slightly surprised he had admitted to it, but then again, there was no one else here who wasn't in some kind of know.

"But-"

"Drop it," Kaiba hissed, angry now. "He needs his rest." Violet eyes turned to look at him, hard.

"Look, Kaiba, I know you don't consider anyone a friend, but you heard him. He's not ok, there has to be something-"

"There's absolutely nothing you can do," Kaiba hissed, waiting for Atem's door to click shut. Marik had dropped the pretence of hiding behind the book now, eyes sad. "And especially not from you!"

"Excuse me?" the diminutive duelist hissed back, eyes narrowed. Kaiba wasn't an idiot and he knew Yugi wasn't one either. The kid knew something was up but didn't have all of the pieces. Well, he wanted answers, he'll get them. Whether he likes them or not.

"You heard. I told you, Atem is my cousin. I didn't tell you why my father left." Yugi's eyes widened, startled. Kaiba did not talk about his birth parents, not once. If he did, it was in private and to Mokuba. "You think that the Ishtars have the only way out for your little friend, but the world doesn't work like that. It never has. Half a soul can't exist alone, but it also can't live. My father, Atem, even Akhefia, they live under the weight of your little Puzzle and they're consumed by it. My father didn't want that for us. Do you get it Motou?" Yugi had shrunk back, in shock and even a little bit intimidated, probably for the first time.

"You mean… Atem's dying. Because…"

"Because the other parts of his shattered soul are currently residing within the Puzzle. And it cannot sustain life past the age at which the Nameless Pharaoh met his death," Kaiba confirmed grimly, eyes narrowed. "Remember that, next time you praise all it did for you."

He left the room to ringing silence, into the waiting embrace of Kisara in the privacy of his room.

Oh look, I managed some sweet moments between all the dark bits. This chapter really did want to be in two parts. And it really is nice of Voldemort to wait for the end of Harry's school year to attack him- honestly it would make more sense for him to try at Christmas where he is least protected. But I digress.

Writing Kaiba struggling with emotions is actually really fun, despite the dark material he has to work with at the moment. He's torn between caring about family, accepting Atem back into his life and running the hell out of there because there's no way he's allowing Mokuba to be dragged into this. Couple that with Yugi being Yugi and concerned about others and there is going to be no positive reaction there. Sorry Yugi.

And Harry has started respecting others' opnions! Only took him the hard way, as it usually does, but eh gets there. Without Voldemort's influence, I think Harry's character is far more interesting- after all, Harry really just wants a normal life with friends and family, which he currently isn't getting, but I also think that he isn't much for the quiet life either. Harry, not able to do anything? Well, he'll have quidditch, so there's that. And for anyone concerned, no Mr Weasley is still with us, in case anyone was confused from the previous chapter. He's still in St Mungo's and oh, we'll be getting to that real soon. And maybe Christmas, can't tell you which will come first.

Just a quick update, I'm starting to post updates of my writing on my Instagram account, so all my story updates (including this one) will be on there if anyone is interested, as well as the other projects (original and FanFiction) that I am currently working on and what is happening in the case of any more... hiccups shall we say that stop me from writing. All my art is on there as well and all of my social media, including Instagram, is linked/noted on my profile.

That's all for today, hope you enjoyed this chapter! Next update should be next Friday, hoping to get back to weekly updates since so much of my time is currently writing, shopping for others, helping my friends in the NHS and writing. So I'll see you all on 3rd April!

FireKing492: Ah, the times of having all the free time in the world. Take advantage of it now, before things like responsibility descend. I'm glad you enjoyed the last two chapters and I hope that you enjoyed Part 2 of the last chapter as well!