The penalty for being caught out past proper hours could be brutal if caught by the wrong person.

If it were by Mr. Filch and his god-awful cat, Mr. or Mrs. something or other, there would be some type of torture involved. The most popular would be his strange metallic contraption that pinched one's joints once it was hooked up to the individual. Most people agreed in quiet that this was completely deranged and reminiscent of the Dark Ages but Professor Dippet was a strict enforcer and allowed the punishments to pass. It almost goes without saying that this would also be the end result if one were to be caught by Headmaster Dippet himself.

If caught by the young upstart McGonagall, not technically a professor yet but in her final year of training, one could expect a harsh lecture from the youthful authority figure which was particularly humiliating as she wasn't much older than the seventh years. She would give a weeks worth of detention, Terebellum knew, as she happened to be the one who caught Terebellum last time she sneaked out of the dungeons.

The other's would simply give a stern warning and assign something for the offending student to do the next day for detention with no further say. Luckily, though Terebellum somewhat hated this coming from him, Slughorn would simply direct any student he spotted back to their dorms and say nothing of it, no punishment or lecture needed, anything more critical would have been the result of him having a bad day.

But not a single one of the professor's would rat a student out to the cold Headmaster or sadistic caretaker.

Really it was the only reason Terebellum could somewhat agree with Ascella that the Headmaster was an old bat. Thankfully his retirement would be soon, he'd already announced it at the opening feast that this would be his last year, that Professor Dumbledore would be succeeding him next year. Terebellum thanked every star in heaven, especially the one she was named for, that this arrangement had been set in place.

But, currently, as she dragged Druella out of bed and through the Slytherin common room, she was cursing her mother's star for more personal reasons.

"Drew will you pick up your feet? We don't have all night, you know," Terebellum commanded.

"Herm... 'Bell, why're werrr doin' this?" Druella asked, her voice groggy and soft, it was apparent that if she were to be forced to stand up any longer her legs would give out in no time. Hence Terebellum having one of the blonde's arms wrapped around her neck, propping her up and pulling her along.

"Because, Drew, I can't have any of those girls hear what I'm about to tell you, and if we simply go to the common room there's a chance the nosy brats will eavesdrop on us,"

"Can't it wait?" She mumbled, now starting to come through less zombie-like.

"No, by tomorrow morning I'm sure most everyone will have heard about it. Neither Ascella nor Cygnus can keep quiet for more than ten minutes, otherwise one gets impatient and the other bored. Now don't look so droopy, you'll want to hear this. Aren't you glad I decided to tell you first?"

"I suppose..." Druella nodded. They had stopped just at the top of a random staircase, once Terebellum let go of her arm Druella leaned back against the hard wall, ready to slump against it and rest her eyes for a moment. Terebellum stood before her, hoping that her darker features and black cloak she had draped across her shoulders would obscure the two from passing eyes, especially needing to cover up Druella as her stark white pyjama's and platinum blonde hair contrasted too sharply with their surroundings. She would attract too much attention.

Terebellum inched closer, feeling a shock of adrenaline from what she was about to reveal. "Druella... my mother has screwed me over royally. She's basically married me off to Cygnus Black at the age of fourteen, simply because of what we pulled the other day,"

The blonde's face turned a ghostly white, so struck by the news of matrimony that she hadn't even noticed Terebellum falsely stating that she had been partially to blame for the fiasco of ditching Professor Slughorn's class. "Wah... but... Cygnus? Why him? Why not that Parkinson boy in fifth year, or Knott?"

Staring at the hysterical girl, Terebellum was incredibly confused as to why it mattered who she was marrying. What mattered was that this freedom was being taken away from her, ripped from her pale clutch and handled by someone else. Handled by a woman that could care less about what she thought of anything, and over to a boy who thought he deserved the moon and more. He'd always been arrogant, always the pampered prince. Well if Terebellum could have things her own way for once, she would be the only royal around, at least then the poor mudbloods wouldn't have to worry about anything. And finally Roddrick wouldn't have any more excuses to hate her.

Forgetting that to Druella this type of arrangement would be considered ordinary and, in truth, even necessary, Terebellum voiced her anger. "Who bloody well cares who it is, Druella!" She bellowed, too loudly. Realizing how easily noise could get them caught the dark-haired girl quickly looked over her shoulder to examine the area in case Filch's dumb cat showed up. When she spotted nothing, Terebellum hunched forward and lowered her voice. "You don't understand, I don't commit cleaning up my own room never mind going into a child marriage. I know you might think I'm super mature and stuff-"

Druella, despite intently listening, nearly scoffed at that assessment.

"but I barely know who I am at the moment. There's no way I can promise myself to someone, that's just crazy. It might not seem like a big deal to you, Druella, but it is to me,"

There was still a gleam of disbelief in Druella's eyes, a disconnect between what her best friend was saying and what she understood. It was very unlike Terebellum to contemplate and be thoughtful towards any decisions, especially ones that she herself didn't even have to make. Nor could she properly pick up any of Terebellum's points, her feelings were alien and incomprehensible. Never before had Druella seen Terebellum as being someone who was unreachable, until now.

"But, that doesn't make sense..." The blonde began to reason quietly.

Witnessing Druella's transition from intent to lost Terebellum was fully aware that she was starting to build a divide between herself and her friend. Sighing at the knowledge that this would become another topic on a long list of conversations that she could not have with Druella, a girl programmed and wired to the traditional world of the purebloods.

"Okay, I suppose an easier way to word this would be..." For a moment Terebellum struggled to come up with something that Druella could progress better, and as Druella's slow dark eyes once more came into contact with Terebellum's the words came flowing out like water. "would be that I don't love Cygnus, and I don't want to marry someone that I'm not even in love with,"

There it was, a fairy tale-esque reason that she could not ethically wed herself to the wrong man. Perhaps in Druella's own mind she saw it as a love story in which the right pureblooded man, like a prince, would come to Terebellum in time and the world would be in balance again. Not at all similar to Romeo and Juliet as their houses would certainly never been in conflict, but a story with it's own merits.

A pure marriage.

While Terebellum may have given 'true love' as an excuse as to why she couldn't get married, she could care less about the lie. What mattered in her life was slacking off and living it up, as well as her own well being. Occasionally Barty or her father would make the list, heck even Druella sometimes passed, but anything else fell to the wayside.

"I...see..." Druella muttered, feeling relieved that her friend really wasn't so far away.

"Let's go back to the dorms now, I've invaded your sleep time long enough,"


Applying what she vaguely learned from Druella the night before about the gurding potion, Terebellum had managed to get herself further in completing the concoction and even managed to catch up to Roddrick. Unfortunately she wasn't in as good a mood as the other times she had spoken with him, for reasons that would only be obvious to a select few.

What was currently on the young witch's mind was that her father had not yet responded to her letter, if he ever would. Often he was a spineless man when it came to the woes of his beloved, and though she was a soft spoken woman her words often had a jarring and lasting effect. This would perhaps separate Barty a part as an individual the most from his father and ironically the trait he carried the best after his mother - a sort of command over others with only an arsenal of words. Oddly enough they were mixtures of their parents while Terebellum managed to stick out without putting in the least amount of effort.

Amazingly however, her lack of effort was slipping away temporarily as she worked to catch up with Roddrick, if only to prove another of his ridiculous assumptions wrong. She could get something accomplished, if she really wanted to. It just so happened that most times she didn't really want to, and only she would determine when that counted, not some Hufflepuff. Why she cared so much about proving something to him she wasn't entirely sure, perhaps it was boredom, but at the very least it was distracting her from her father's compliance, her mother's vehemence and her -ugh- betrothed's enthusiasm.

Just that morning the idiot had been waiting in the common room with a box of treats from Hogsmeade, chocolate frogs and pumpkin pasties, Bertie's beans and an assortment of other goods that he probably stocked up on every visit so that there was plenty left over throughout the year to woo whomever suited his fancy. Terebellum wasn't a floozy however and sure as hell didn't want a lover's handout so as soon as her eyes met his she immediately took in his offerings and briskly walked past him before anyone could ever pick up on what was happening. That, with any luck, the Slytherin's would not suspect that Cygnus was attempting to win her affections. Sure the general population of Hogwarts wouldn't care except anyone hoping to get into Cygnus' pants, or even her own, but it would further solidify a reputation that Terebellum did not want.

Then as soon as she exited the common room she high tailed it for the Great Hall, in the hopes that she could pick up a bagel and some juice before Cygnus could try cornering her there, retreating to the second floor and finding a peaceful and empty classroom to stow away in. Thinking ahead, the normally dim Terebellum kept her 'avoiding Cygnus' plan under wraps, as Druella would most definitely leak them to the pureblood if he pressed her for it. Poor Druella knew that her good friend would get less pissed about it than an annoyed Cygnus would, the latter would probably never speak to her again if she refused his requests. Another reason not to like the selfish bastard.

"Shit," Roddrick had mumbled, examining his potion that had just went wrong. The colour had been the same hue as it was the other day when he messed up, and now from partially listening to Druella, Terebellum knew what had gone wrong this time.

Casually, she offered the same advice she had been given. "Don't put the seahorses all in at once, one at a time or else it reacts all wrong,"

"Oh and where'd you get the advice, because you definitely didn't come up with that tip yourself,"

Terebellum furrowed her slightly thick eyebrows, "No need to be an asshole about it, I was only trying to help." She retorted simply, not really in the mood to tease an angsty Hufflepuff.

"Well... okay. I'll try to do what you said next time," With that, Roddrick picked up his cauldron and made his way to the back to dump its contents. For once he hadn't spoken to her with contempt, and due to her crappy circumstances Terebellum couldn't even muster up any smug feelings about it.

When Roddrick came back he set down his cauldron and all new ingredients. Sheepishly, he glanced up at the Slyhterin, embarrassed about his earlier behaviour. Yet Terebellum didn't seem the least bothered by it, which was strange and unusual compared to the other times he'd spoken with her. Or rather, been spoken to. The old Hufflepuff philosophy had come back to him in a rush, how people are more than you first perceive them to be. It may not have been every Hufflepuff's ideology or even in their radar, and sometimes one forgets. But Roddrick had never thought about it before, not when it came to any of the insufferable Crouch's or their associates. Perhaps she wasn't just a stereotype either, perhaps she wasn't tricking him or deceiving him...

Perhaps she really was trying to reach out to him with an olive branch.

Being a Hufflepuff at heart this epiphany had struck a cord with Roddrick, though he didn't show it as he followed along to the first step of the gurder potion. He did not glance up at Terebellum for a long while, trying to get around the idea of being on more friendly terms with the normally exuberant girl beside him, one that he had so often seen as the enemy. He did not plan on being best friends with her, or even close in the slightest, but he could now consider her a possible acquaintance in the future.

So as potions class was nearing it's end, Roddrick interrupted Terebellum as she was looking over a step in her text, using her finger to carefully underline each word. Clearing his through first, he began awkwardy, "Er... Crouch?"

It still felt appropriate to call her by that name. He still remembered what it was, if only because it was the only difference he'd given her from her sister. Maybe once he got more comfortable, it would become more natural to say. Plus, who on earth would ever christen their kids with the names Terebellum and Ascella? At least Bartemius had a forgiving nickname to go by.

Terebellum was too entranced with her own text and thoughts that she had not noticed her name being called, not to mention she wasn't all that used to going by Crouch. It was something people might call Barty, but never herself or her sister, save for Roddrick who only used it to be snide. Roddrick had to resort to pocking her on the back. Luckily she felt the sensation and immediately whizzed her head around, more concerned about who the hell was trying to touch her than anything. Noticing it was Roddrick, the boy who had tried so hard to ignore her, Terebellum became mildly intrigued and for the first time that day her mind wandered from her problems.

"What is it?"

With Terebellum staring at him Roddrick wasn't so sure if he wanted to follow through with it. It was hard to tell if Terebellum purposely tried looking intimidating all the time but a lot of it could be accredited to her dark features and pale skin, her ghostly dramatic and serious angles that all around made the girl of only fourteen appear a lot older and more dangerous than she actually was. So it could hardly be blamed on Roddrick that, at any second, Terebellum seemed capable of pulling out a knife and gutting him if he took the wrong step, even if her silly attitude contradicted that possibility entirely.

"Uh, well, I just wanted to say thanks for helping me out, you didn't really have any reason to and you were already busy with your own potion... I mean, you're not really as bad as I've made you out to be. Hell, you haven't even called my a Huffle or Puffle or whatever the entire class,"

The Slytherin absolutely beamed. Finally, she managed to knock some sense into him and she wasn't even bothering with it the entire class! To any regular person this would be a sign that one's previous methods weren't working and they should attempt to change it, but Terebellum had it stuck in her own head since birth that her way was the best way and no one could disprove it. The response from Terebellum had been overwhelmingly positive, and though Roddrick wasn't at all surprised by this he was just as happy about their tiny moment of genuinely being pleased with each other. He hadn't realized that making a Crouch smile felt just as good as making any other person smile, which was silly he knew but for some time he thought of the family as drones rather than humans.

But just as soon as her smile appeared it slowly fell into a straight line. The dark haired girl nodded and turned back to her work, apparently putting an end to their interactions. Not sure on whether or not he should push his luck on a day that Terebellum didn't seem herself, or at least not what she acted like around him, Roddrick hesitated on saying anything further. Deciding that clearing the air between them took a little more than apologizing, Roddrick, though it was barely a proper apology as he hadn't even uttered the words 'I'm sorry', he ultimately decided to delve back into their one-sided conversation.

"Uh, I guess I also want to tell you that... well, I don't really hate you or anything, and that it's okay if you want to talk to me during class if you feel like it. Though I sort of get the feeling that you don't really want to..." He couldn't help himself from pointing it out, if they were to be on good terms with one another than it was a must that he let her know what he was thinking. Especially with how he shrouded many of his thoughts before, at least that was how he saw it.

"Okay," She said, clarifying that she had, in fact, heard him.

"So then... what do you think about that?"

"Um, I don't know, Roddrick, I think you should have been like that in the first place but whatever, I can kinda understand where you were coming from. We shouldn't talk to each other much anyways, it's not like we will once Slughorn let's us all back in our proper seating plan,"

This was baffling to Roddrick, coming from the girl who only a couple days ago seemed more than thrilled to start conversations with him. Now it seemed that she had taken on his role in their relationship, not willing communicate with him at all. And Roddrick wasn't afraid to voice that. "Seriously? You practically beg me to talk to you when we first meet, but now you're wanting to remain entirely separate? Did someone put a spell on you? Or maybe you were pulling a prank on me this entire time and pretending to be nice so I'd look like a dunderhead in the end,"

Terebellum didn't even so much as flinch. She hadn't turned to face him at all. "Think what you will, Roddrick, you already do that anyways,"

Now glaring at her, Roddrick felt stung by her words. She obviously had a point and the truth in her words were heavy and weighed down on him. Giving up, Roddrick refocused on his potion and wondered how Terebellum had gotten to good at fucking with people's psyches. For a girl who could barely tell what order to put ingredients into her potions, she sure as hell knew how to get to people when she desired.


Druella didn't seem to notice anything off about Terebellum. All she could really think about was how Terebellum always got what she wanted, always got away with whatever she pleased that even her punishments could only seem like punishments to her. What was really so wrong with marrying someone like Cygnus Black? He was wealthy, charming, had a good name and good blood. He was perfect for anyone, he could make any girl melt and even if he knew it that was okay because he knew a lot of other things too, like what was important and what wasn't. Who to know and who was better off cast to the side. Sure he messed around too much and didn't seem to mind fooling around with halfbloods, but this could be overlooked as he so obviously saw them as beneath him. He treated purebloods with the respect they deserved, and Terebellum still managed to complain about him.

She was the perfect girl and he the perfect boy so it made sense that the stars would push them together, but it all seemed too unfair to Druella. Terebellum wasn't even grateful for it, she needed 'love'. If she couldn't find it from Cygnus than who on earth was she expecting it from?

"Druella are you okay? You seem more spacy today." Said girl had pointed out, shoving a piece of warm buttered bread into her mouth. Often Druella found herself amazed at the lack of etiquette that Terebellum displayed, and on most days she ignored it but for whatever reason this time the behaviour grated on her nerves.

"Oh I'm fine..." She answered. There was no sense in telling Terebellum anything, sure she nodded along and had that little smile on her face but she never really listened, too far gone in her own world to consider that other people just as important as herself might also have problems. But Druella never complained, she usually didn't have anything interesting to say to begin with and Terebellum's voice usually filled the conversations that would certainly become quiet and void if Druella tried carrying it.

"I didn't tucker you out too much last night by pulling you away from bed, did I?" It was very strange for Terebellum to be concentrating so much of her attention on Druella and this did not go unnoticed by the blonde, she figured that later on if something had truly been bugging Terebellum the ebony haired girl would have no problem voicing it in a more private setting. Perhaps now that she was a bride-to-be she was trying to be more attentive in practice of becoming a better wife, but really that was a stretch that even Druella could admit was pushing it. Terebellum would never try to do something so sensible.

"No, I've just been thinking about what you said actually,"

"Don't go worrying about that, Drew!" Terebellum had laughed, as if she weren't passionate about her reluctance to marry at all. "It's not your problem. You'll be luckier than me, that's for sure."

Druella scrunched her brows. If Terebellum had ever thought Druella were more of anything good than herself, she had never voiced it. Not even with something as arbitrary as luck. Nor had she ever told Druella that she need not worry on anything that involved herself, or that her own problems were not in turn Druella's. The whole conversation was getting weirder by the second. This had overshadowed even Druella's own personal thoughts in that she wasn't any bit luckier than Terebellum at all.

Sensing that Druella was starting to become suspicious of her even though she wasn't sure how, Terebellum quickly moved on to a different topic. "I'm practically done with the gurder potion, Druella. It turns out that I might not really need you as a partner at all," She neglected to point out that if it weren't for the tips she'd received from Druella the night before she would have had to restart her potion again. Since the subject was already changed she didn't feel the need to anyways, and she was happy for it as talking about the blonde was often a drag.

"Uh, yeah that's really great Tere. Maybe you'll teach me a thing or two when we're back together," She joked, which was something she didn't often do unless it was at the expense of an insignificant person.

Terebellum ignored the joke as she often did, considering that Druella's jokes were often dry and not all that humorous. She could not at all claim that she was friends with Druella for how entertainingly funny she was. Actually, she wasn't quite sure what she could claim she was friends with Druella for other than her smarts and her high status among the pureblood families. Other than those two traits, in Terebellum's eyes their friendship was pretty useless.

Just as she ignored the awful joke Terebellum happened to tilt her neck upwards to get a look around the Great Hall. What she was met with almost instantly depressed and terrified her. Cygnus had gotten up from his end of the Slytherin table and practically strutted his way to her end, a somewhat easygoing smile on his face. Unfortunately she had caught his eye the very second she decided to look up and Cygnus had taken on a wider grin, a bright new shine in his eyes at finally locking her down.

Without so much as glancing over Terebellum quickly swung one of her legs over the bench. "I've gotta go, Druella. I'll see you later, yeah?" But it was barely a question as her other leg made its way over the Slytherin bench, both limbs now ready to run for the hills. Confused, Druella zoned in on what Terebellum was looking at and upon spotting Cygnus she nearly giggled at how ridiculous Terebellum was acting. Maybe Terebellum was right about not being mature enough for serious commitment, if she had to resort to running away from her own cousin.

"Terebellum!" The stupid brute, otherwise known as Cygnus, had called just as Terebellum took a few paces away from the table.

He had caught her by her tail, she had hoped that perhaps he would give up talking to her today if she showed blatant signs of avoiding him, but sadly it had the opposite effect of leaving her with awful choices. Either she could continue to run away and have Cygnus chase after her, making them virtually alone and having about half the school notice as many people from both the Ravenclaw and Slytherin tables were darting a couple looks at them now without openly staring or... or she could stay in place and wait for him to catch up, being forced to interact with the behemoth in the middle of the Great Hall. Deciding it would make much less of a fuss if she didn't ignore her cousin in front of everyone bringing up questions that she would rather not have to face, Terebellum slowly twisted herself around.

Somehow Cygnus' smirk had grown twice its size, it was beyond the young witch how someone could stretch their mouths so far. He resembled a wolf at the moment more than a human teenage boy. "That's a girl, Tere" He commended.

She had half a mind to think that he would pat her head for complying.

Seeing the unhappy look on her face, Cygnus frowned. But it wasn't a real frown, not one that showed any empathy, but rather one that was somehow playful and teasing. Damn it he reminded her so much of herself it was almost sickening. "You know you really hurt my feelings this morning, rejecting my affectionate goodies for you,"

"I'd rather not have stale pumpkin pasties, thanks," She fired back.

"Shit Terebellum, you're really breaking my heart,"

"That would concern me a lot more if you actually had one,"

"Come on Terebellum, give up the 'hard to get' act, we have the luxury of skipping that phase if you remember," He smiled, and although it was smooth Terebellum still wasn't buying it. She wasn't an idiot despite how many people believed she was and some batting of the eyelashes wasn't going to suddenly change her mind. Sweet talking be damned. Hell she couldn't care less if the near-man suddenly decided to have a heart-to-heart or showed some sort of soft side. She was already well aware that Roddrick was more than some sort of heartthrob but when it came down to it even his own true personality; a vindictive, controlling and practically racist ideology, weren't appealing in the least.

She was vaguely aware that, some time in the future, that was probably the exact sort of man she would be marrying if she wanted to maintain any respect among her family, but that was supposed to be far away in the future. Not right in her face during the present. So even if she should perhaps give Cygnus more slack, it was easy to concentrate all of her anger onto him. He was the one bugging the crap out of her about it at the moment, after all.

"It's not the 'hard to get' act at all, Cygnus, it's the 'you don't have a chance' act, and I'm terribly afraid to inform you that this particular phase will last for eternity."

Now Cygnus was starting to get ticked at her stubborn attitude. He didn't think scoring with a forth year would be that hard, especially not a fellow pureblood, but of course his bratty cousin had to be some sort of challenge. Not that Cygnus particularly minded a challenge, but being showed up in clever responses by a girl as unintelligent and superficial as Terebellum was annoying to a high degree."As I recall, the other day you mentioned that I had to woo you-" -he also internally noted that she was also much less bitchy the other day, too- "but please tell me, how am I supposed to go about doing that if you don't even give me a chance?"

Terebellum struggled to restrain herself from saying the first thing on her mind - that he's not supposed to do anything and that was the entire point - but managed to hold her tongue. Any time she said something out of turn around her mother she got a slap, and she wasn't entirely sure what Cygnus would do if pushed enough. So instead she sighed through her nose and understood that she had been defeated. "Fine, you're right about that,"

The sour expression Cygnus had had washed away, replaced with his regular, poster boy smile. "Course I am. So tomorrow, you and me will have lunch in the courtyard. Don't bring Druella as a sort of buffer either, it's just going to be us," With that Cygnus had turned around and walked back to his own group of friends, not even giving Terebellum the option of opting out on his commands.

With a deflated air about her and slumped shoulders Terebellum made her way back to her seat beside Druella, only a few short steps away. If she were in a better mood than she would have been pleased that she could now at least finish her supper, and that no one was giving her stares as she sat down so at least they'd stopped listening at some point before it became obvious that Cygnus was interested in her. With a sad motion Terebellum grabbed her fork and cut into her potatoes, now a bit colder after her five minute conversation with Cygnus.

"So... you were quite snappy with him, weren't you? I don't think I've ever seen you that defensive before. It was quite exciting and you sounded so smart," Druella commended after what felt like to her an awkward silence. Compliments always worked in boosting Terebellum's mood, and the blonde knew this best of anyone.

"Thanks. I suppose I'm not in a good mood today. Maybe a shitty outlook on life makes your mind quicker. Or maybe not, since Filch hates everything and he's about as smart as a bucket,"

"Well... getting fired up tends to get people saying things they might not say otherwise... do you think like that often?"

Terebellum shrugs, not all that bothered by Druella's clear eavesdropping as she would have told her about it anyway. Most of the time she believed her own thoughts to be stupid and that the only person who would ever find them clever was herself and other like-minded people, and besides if she said even a quarter of her thoughts to Druella the blonde would probably cry or hate her or both. However she figured that she generally did think the way she just spoke to Cygnus but this didn't make her all that proud, she didn't want to be known for how good she was at talking down to people even if it was fun to do it in her head. She would rather be known for something that required hard work and talent, something others could appreciate for its positives, but that would never happen.

"I didn't think he knew who I was, but he did mention me, didn't he? Well he mentioned not to bring me on your lunch, but it's nice to be noticed..." Druella had said dreamily.

This comment went virtually undetected by Terebellum as she stuffed more potato slices into her mouth, hoping that tomorrow would never come and rear its ugly head.


A/N

Hello!

Well, as I was writing the last chapter of Whomever Falls I didn't really know that 'Marriage Law' or whatever was a popular trope in Harry Potter fanfiction and I guess I'm not all that surprised by it. I'm sorry if that turns you guys away, but I mean if it really bothered you then you probably would have just stopped reading it already XD But I guess this isn't really the regular Marriage Law, since as you can tell from the description the marriage obviously isn't gonna happen and therefore is more of a subplot to the story than something that should be taken seriously.

IN OTHER NEWS I AM DONE WITH HIGH SCHOOL! HUZZAH, PRAISE JESUS, HALLELUJAH IT IS OVER. I am going to get upgrades though lol But this means that, as some of you may know if you've read my other stories, that I have more time now to write fanfiction! Yay! There'll be more updates!

Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter and please review what you thought of it. Criticism is just as welcome as anything :)