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A/N: WAH, IT'S THE THIRTIETH CHAPTER! I would like to thank all those who reviewed the last chapter; I greatly appreciate your efforts, my darlings.
Two more chapters to go before the end of "When Two Worlds Collide" :( For now, here is chapter thirty of the story. Perhaps this can be viewed as a "calm before the storm". Once again, there would be some fluffy Edmione moments and even Hermione practicing her magic and all.
So, I updated earlier because I have to go to school at the wee hours of the morning XD Lol, who knew college life would be so EXHAUSTING. And to think that I'm just starting the second week of school!
Anyway, just read this and review afterwards. Enjoy!
Chapter Thirty: Battle Plans and Loneliness
Edmund slumped on his throne, feeling hopelessly bored. He tried to amuse himself by reading a book he was sure he had read quite a number of times already. In the end, he gave up and placed it aside. He tried to practice more in the Place of Arms, but all of the soldiers of Narnia were currently having their training in it. He tried to construct more battle plans and strategies in his library but his mind seemed not to come up with the brilliant plans at all.
Thus, he resorted to go to the Throne Room and sit on his throne until everybody came back for afternoon tea.
He noted with dismay that he was the only lax creature in Cair Paravel that day. The Narnian creatures were off doing their daily household chores. Susan, Caspian, and baby Caspie were all somewhere in the castle, having this family bonding Edmund did not wish to concern himself with. Lucy was somewhere in the forest, picking spices and ingredients for a new healing potion she had researched in his library. Sybill Trelawney was in Susan's library, reading up to her heart's content. And Peter and Hermione were off in the Gentle Meadows, disregarding the snow as both of them had another session of horseback riding lessons.
The last thought gave him a frown, his body involuntarily tensing. Hermione was with his brother and normally, he would not really mind. But the fact that Peter was still hopelessly in love with the brunette did not put him at ease. Yes, Peter already accepted that he was with Hermione. Yes, he trusted Hermione with all of his heart, mind, and soul. Still, he could not understand why he could not shake off the feeling of jealousy that was burning in his heart.
'I need to do something,' he thought with a disgruntled sigh, annoyed that he was being ridiculous with everything that was running through his mind. Hermione once pointed out that it was ridiculous for him to get jealous whenever she was with another guy. Edmund could not believe he would allow such a frivolous feeling in his heart all because of Hermione Granger.
Thinking about the brunette made him bitterly sad. It had been exactly a week now ever since Aslan appeared and Hermione's trainings had drastically increased. Hermione always seemed to spend most of her time with Susan and Caspian to make up with all of the trainings that they had missed. Her meetings with Peter also increased to make up with the time of his absence. Edmund realized she was spending the least number of time with him and he did not like it one bit.
Of course, she was doing this for the safety of their futures. What he did not like, though, was that she was being impossibly determined and refused to take a break once in a while. Their little meetings in the gazebo had already stopped since by the end of the day, Hermione would either be too tired or too busy to go.
'And now, you don't have time for me,' he selfishly thought, sinking lower on his throne. His crown was perched on his right arm as he twirled it around without a care in the world.
It was selfish of him, he knew. Still, he could not suppress that yearning feeling in his heart every time he thought of Hermione.
His duties also proved to be a hindrance between their blossoming relationship. Now that Peter was back, the High King had become all bossy and demanding once again, ordering for him to come up with as much new battle plans and strategies he could muster. For the first three days, Edmund had cooped himself up in his library, designing a new plan for the looming war.
He thought it was steadily growing unfair that he could not spend at least one day with his girlfriend. It had been a whole week now ever since he last kissed her, and goodness, it was driving him crazy already. It was ridiculous for him to say he was missing her when they both lived under the same roof. Still, because of all the responsibilities they both had to do for Narnia, they were spending lesser and lesser time with each other.
With a small scowl, he remembered that Hermione had warned him before that their relationship could be a distraction. And dear Aslan, how true her words were. During his times of planning in his library, his eyes would always stray on that specific spot among all of the bookshelves where he had kissed her. And then, he would be too distracted to go back to his work. She was such a distraction and for him not to at least hold her hand had taken its toll on him already.
The door of the Throne Room then burst open and in came a heavily cloaked Lucy. Some remnants of snow were still on her shoulders and she brushed them off with her mittened hands. Her nose and cheeks were already red with cold and her lips were already turning chapped.
"Hmm… you're back," Edmund said with boredom, not even bothering to fix himself on his seat. "Welcome back."
Lucy raised an eyebrow at her brother's direction, an amused smile growing on her face. "Is something the matter?" she asked. "Why are you acting all sulky suddenly, Ed?"
"I'm bored," her brother declared, almost bordering whiny.
The young queen raised an eyebrow. "Well, where's Hermione?" she asked, suppressing a suggestive grin. "I am sure she can help you fight off your boredom, my dear brother."
Edmund scowled at Lucy's suggestion and glared darkly at her. "She's off in the Gentle Meadows with Peter," he spat quite irritably. "Practicing on that horse of hers."
To increase his irritation, his sister chuckled. Lucy walked closer to him and sat down on her throne, her eyes lit up with amusement in his eyes. "What's this?" she teased, ignoring the dark scowl that he sent towards her direction. "Are you feeling lonely, Edmund?"
"Shut it," the just king growled. "I'm not in the mood to be played with, Lucy."
Lucy rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You're impossible. Impossible, you hear me?" she said. "I am sure that if you tell Hermione that you want to spend at least a whole day with her, she would understand."
The irritation on his face disappeared momentarily. "You knew?" he asked, fairly surprised.
The valiant queen raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to him. "Of course, I knew," she said. "Why else would you all act so grumpy?"
Edmund sighed and slumped back on his throne. All of his fury dissipated into thin air, replaced by the feeling of resignation. In spite of him, he allowed himself to slightly smirk at his sister, clearly amused. "Sometimes, I envy how you can keenly observe things, Lu," he said, exhaustion heard quite clearly in his voice. "And you know I just can't demand that from Hermione. The war is looming. She needs to train."
Lucy released a soft sigh and stood up from her throne. She then plopped down on the floor beside Edmund and held his hand, looking up at him with such fondness in her eyes. "I think Hermione will understand," she whispered, squeezing his hand for comfort. "You said it yourself, Ed, the war is looming. I think it is perfectly excusable to spend as much time with the people you care for as much as you like. Hermione had been in a war before, too. I am sure she will understand you."
The just king smiled down at his sister and shook his head in disbelief. "When did you become that mature again?" he asked.
She grinned widely. "When my brothers started to act too immature for their age, remember?" she asked, slowly standing up from the floor. She then leaned down and enveloped Edmund into a tight hug, all mirth in her eyes vanishing. Instead, it was replaced by worry as she squeezed her brother.
"I hate the fact that you think you will lose Hermione in the war," she pointed out. Edmund stiffened against her hug, his jaw slightly dropping at her declaration. "I'm not really quite sure if you already figured it out that you do. The mere fact that you want to spend more time with her before the war erupts speaks volumes, Ed, you know. Perhaps, you're in denial of that feeling." Lucy slowly pulled away and intently looked at her brother. "Have trust in Hermione. She's the brightest witch of her age. Yes, I haven't seen her use all of that wonderful spells she had learned from Hogwarts but dear Aslan, have you seen that resilience in her eyes? She will definitely save us from Narnia if she has a say in it."
Edmund had let Lucy's words sink in before allowing himself to smile. "She is wonderful, isn't she?" he asked, his adoration for the brunette heard clearly in his voice.
Lucy nodded, her smile widening. "The most wonderful person I've ever met," she said, concurring. "Now, don't let Hermione see that you are all scowls lately. She must focus on her trainings."
Reluctantly, he nodded. "I'll keep that in mind," he swore.
It was hard for Edmund not to scowl when Hermione was standing a few feet across from him, a gorgeous look of concentration on her face as she again and again repeated the technique that she could not perfect. Oh, how her eyes sparkled with determination, how her cheeks flushed into a lovely shade of red, and how she would tantalizingly bite that bottom lip of hers.
The worst part of this was that she did not allow him to view her as his girlfriend for today.
It was stupid, he thought. It was unfair. He had been truthful to his promise to Lucy to let her focus on her trainings for the next few days and good God, she had been growing steadily brilliant. He had to have a lot of self-control in order not to kiss her senselessly just to let her know that she was the most wonderful person he had ever met.
On their first swordsmanship lesson after she received her magic back, he thought it was getting harder and harder to control himself. They were finally alone in the Place of Arms, with no eyes to watch them or no people to stop them, and yet, Hermione had perfectly told himself that for today and their following trainings, she must assume the position of his student and him, her teacher.
'Impossible,' he said, chanting it in his mind again and again. 'Impossible. Impossible. Impossible.'
"Am I doing it right?" Hermione suddenly asked.
"What?" he asked, a little distracted.
The brunette paused and then sighed, staring sternly at Edmund. The king raised an eyebrow at her sudden irritation. "Edmund," she beseeched. "Focus."
He glared, annoyed that she was asking such a ridiculous thing. "I am focusing," he replied back. His grip on his sword tightened when she approached him, her sweet smell of vanilla suddenly invading his senses. He had to press his feet harder against the stone floor just so he would not stretch out his arm and wrap it around her shoulder.
"Let us commence, then," she said, the determination now coming back on her face. She lifted her sword and waited for Edmund to do the same.
The king expelled an internal sigh, lifting his sword up again. They had been doing this same technique for days now but Hermione still could not get it. She always seemed to become exhausted first before Edmund. She still had unsuccessfully hit his hand so hard to let it go. Edmund always dodged her attacks, defending himself while she attacked and yet, she still could not do it to him.
"Don't be too light on me," she slightly warned, that feministic side in her showing. "I have to perfect this technique, Edmund."
He nodded and then clanged his sword against her when she attacked.
She had ducked when he almost hit her. He ducked when she almost hit him. Their swords clanged so loudly in the Place of Arms and amidst their gasps of surprise and exhaustion, the clanging of metals was the loudest.
Edmund could already see that Hermione was growing more and more tired as minutes passed while he still felt a little energized. He then decided to stop all together, leaving Hermione to stare incredulously at him. "Let's stop for now," he said. "You're tired."
Hermione scowled, some beads of sweat trickling down her forehead. "I'm not," she retorted back adamantly. "Let us continue until I deem it necessary for us to stop."
He raised an eyebrow. "I'm your teacher and you're my student, remember?" he said. "I decided when and when not to stop, Hermione."
She grumbled and glared darkly at him. "I told you not to be too light on me," she said, sighing irritably through her nose. "Just because I'm your girlfriend doesn't give you the excuse as my teacher to be too light on me."
Edmund had the audacity to smirk down at her. "I thought I must not view you as my girlfriend today?" he innocently asked.
Hermione scowled so darkly and with such great speed, she pulled out her wand. Before Edmund could even react, she waved her wand and smirked proudly at her work. "Because you are being insufferable," she reasoned out. "Keep in mind that I will put that back into the right shade of color if I already perfected this specific technique."
She then took a few steps back and politely curtsied. "Good day, your highness," she then turned around, leaving a stunned Edmund as he looked back at his reflection, his hair now a shocking shade of pink.
Edmund screamed.
Edmund was in a very bad mood.
He could not believe that his soldiers had some audacity to stare at his hair, point at it, and laugh incredulously to themselves. He swore that if he were to possess a magic wand himself, he would all put a spell on them 'til his heart's content.
Edmund thought it was uncalled for to bewitch his hair into a shocking shade of pink. He had refused to go out of Cair Paravel, much to the amusement of his siblings, because he knew he would be laughed at by his people. Speaking of his siblings, he could see that they were trying their very hardest not to laugh at him, although he could see some hints of amused smiles on their faces.
Hermione, on the other hand, seemed not to care that he was a laughable king, walking around with such an attention-grabbing hair. In fact, she even refused to talk to him and it was driving him insane already.
His scowl grew as he descended the stairs and walked into the Throne Room. His steps turned slow, though, when he realized that Peter was already inside, peacefully reading a book perched on top of his lap. The High King lifted his eyes away from the book and unto his younger brother, a surprised look on his face.
"Ed," he greeted.
Edmund stiffly nodded and walked closer to Peter. He then plopped down on the throne beside him and said, "I thought you were with the others outside?"
The High King shook his head and softly chuckled. "I have other things to do," he said. Peter's eyes then slowly travelled to Edmund's hair and smirked. Edmund could not suppress the scowl on his face. "So, a pink hair… I'm quite sure Hermione did a job well done."
The younger king scoffed and glared. "I still think it's uncalled for," he reasoned out. "Just because I want her to have a break does not mean I'm belittling her."
Peter smiled and nodded. "I'm quite sure you were not," he said. "I believe Hermione's just stressed out with everything that was happening to her lately."
An awkward silence settled between the two of them when both realized that they were talking about a subject they tried their very hardest not to touch on ever since Peter came back. Edmund fidgeted on his throne while Peter looked back down on the book on his lap.
"I'm… sorry," Edmund finally said. Without even explaining the reason for his apology, Peter understood.
His older brother took a deep breath and gently closed the book, now directing his eyes to the just king. "Since when?" Peter asked.
Edmund frowned. "Pardon?" he asked.
"Since when did you realize that you have feelings for Hermione?" Peter expanded.
Unbeknown to him, Edmund blushed and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. He shrugged and frowned down at his lap. "I honestly don't know," he whispered. "I've been asking myself that for days already, Pete, but I still haven't come up with a specific answer. I… think it had been a while now, buried deep inside my heart."
Peter absentmindedly nodded his head, looking straight ahead. "I haven't forgiven you about that yet, you know," he whispered softly.
His brother was not surprised. "I figured," he said, nodding his head.
"I was first," Peter claimed, glaring back at Edmund. "I noticed her first."
Edmund ruefully smiled. "I know," he retorted back.
The High King took a deep breath and slumped back down his throne, a tired look crossing on his face. "I do not understand why she chose you," he confessed. "I've been showing her hints from the very start and yet… I was not able to make her fall in love with me."
"I think it quite slipped off your mind that we are talking about an enigmatic girl here, Peter," Edmund pointed out. "We both know Hermione could be surprising most of the time."
Peter closed his eyes and tiredly rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I see that she's happy with you," he then continued, a defeated smile on his face. "And you are happy with her. I just… I'm sorry."
They really never talked about Peter's act of betrayal in Cair Paravel. There was this silent agreement not to talk about it, in fear of invoking negative feelings from all of the parties. And thus, Edmund was surprised that Peter was bringing it up. The look on his face clearly showed it and Peter, mildly amused, smiled at him.
"I haven't really apologized for what I did with regards to the White Witch," Peter softly said, staring intently at his hands. "You all just forgave me like it was something forgivable."
Edmund frowned. "Peter…"
Peter shook his head. "I know, I know, it was prophesized," he said. "But you've heard Aslan, Edmund. If we were determined enough, the prophecy might be changed."
"We at first did not know it was you who would betray us, Peter," Edmund said. "Don't be too hard on yourself."
The High King sighed for the nth time, a guilty look appearing on his face. "How can I not be too hard on myself when the consequences of what I've done are starting to unfold right in front of my eyes?" he softly asked. "Our people, my people, are starting to get a little afraid of going out in the snow in fear of seeing the White Witch herself. I'm… I'm the reason why Hermione's starting to train harder than ever a-and endangering her life."
Peter paused and scowled at himself. To his utter surprise, Edmund released a chuckle. When he looked at his brother, a bemused look was seen on the just king's face.
"Has it ever occurred to you that we forgive you because we know that you are guilt about it?" Edmund asked, a small smile on his face. "Has it ever occurred to you that Hermione is training harder, spending an awful less time with me, because she knew she must protect Narnia no matter what? Peter, we all have this moment of vulnerability in our lives. I just… yes, your act of betrayal had caused so many things in Narnia. But we forgave you, no questions asked."
The High King frowned. "But Ed…"
"You know, if Hermione hears this from you, I am sure she will also turn that hair of yours into pink," he had cut off.
In spite of himself, Peter smiled. Just looking at his brother, great gratitude bursting wildly in his heart, he couldn't help but thank the great cosmic powers above that he was his brother. "I still love Hermione, Edmund," he confessed, watching as the smile on Edmund's face faltered.
"I… know," the just king said.
"But for now, you win," Peter said. A surprised look appeared on his brother's face. "She chose you and I can't do anything about it. Great God, she is happy with you and I can't do anything about it. Just… do know that if you ever let her go, I will not let you win this time, Edmund."
The just king smirked. "I will keep that in mind," he swore. ""But do know that no matter what happens, I will never, ever let her go, Peter."
The High King smiled and wordlessly nodded.
Of course he knew that.
"Ready?" Hermione asked and watched as the just king wordlessly scowled. She lifted an eyebrow and pointed her sword at him. Reluctantly, Edmund also raised up his sword and pointed it at her. Soon, their sword-fighting commenced.
Hermione was still frustrated she could not perfect this specific technique that Edmund had taught her. It had been weeks now, and Edmund's hair was still colored pink, and yet, she could not do anything about it. Even Edmund was getting disgruntled by her. With a smirk, she figured that he was already desperate for her to return his hair back on its right color.
Their swords clang loudly inside the room, the sound becoming more and more familiar to Hermione.
She figured she was spending so much time training. Her muscles honestly felt like they would be falling off soon. But Hermione knew there was no time to lax. Even Aslan had warned all of them.
Before the actual Second War in Hogwarts, Hermione had immense training with some of the members of the Order of the Phoenix. They enhanced her magic skills and wand-handling; even doing cunning tactics that could defend and save her from some of the Death Eaters. Therefore, training this time was not something new, although it was undoubtedly more physically taxing.
Edmund had fallen on his knees when she almost knocked him off with the hilt of her sword. With a dismayed sound, she watched as he rolled on the floor and effortlessly went back up to his feet, a challenging look on his face. She would have laughed, finding him ridiculous especially because of the pinkness of his hair, but she was too frustrated to do so.
"Focus," Edmund called, and Hermione scowled at him. She had been nothing but focusing these past few days.
She charged once again and attacked him, his sword immediately catching her attack. Hermione was still impressed on how good Edmund was in handling his sword. She could even say that they were in unison every time Edmund was holding it.
Minutes passed by and she was starting to get a little tired already. Her breathing turned into loud gasps and she noted in annoyance that Edmund still had some energy. 'Where does he get all that stamina?' she thought, grunting when her back cricked painfully when she ducked.
"We can rest!" the just king suggested as he sidestepped her attack.
Her face hardened with determination. "No," she firmly cried, thrusting her sword forward.
Edmund was sensible enough not to persuade her more. She knew that if he'd become insufferable again, she'd gladly hex him to have green boils growing all over his body.
Thinking about this made her somewhat smile, despite their sword-fighting. Of course she knew that the king was worrying over her. In fact, she also knew that he was getting frustrated that she was spending more time with her trainings than… with him. Lucy had once told her that her big brother missed her and Hermione could not stop that fluttery feeling inside her stomach.
Good Merlin, Edmund must be insane if he thought that she did not miss him, too. It had been a while ever since he held her hand. Sweet Salazar, it felt like it had been years ever since she last kissed him and the yearning was immense. She knew it was silly to bask herself under all the intense training she must undergo even though her heart told her she could at least meet up with him once in a while. It was necessary, though, because she might once again fail in saving all of the people that she loved.
Hermione was not lying when she told Edmund she was afraid that she would fail. The survivor's guilt she had brought from Hogwarts to Narnia was still running through her mind. God knows what she would do if the White Witch successfully defeated her; thus, bringing the downfall of Narnia.
The Narnian royalties had worked so hard. Just like her, they were forced to grow up immediately, having to put their innocence behind just to save a kingdom from a demented woman. They had rightfully gained Narnia and made it prosper for years. Hermione would be damned if she would let the White Witch just rip off the title from the Pevensies and Caspian.
Her mind jolted back into reality when she found her chance to slam her hilt against Edmund's swordhand. To her glee, he released his sword, startled that Hermione was finally able to do it. Without any second thoughts, she grabbed his arm and pinned it against his back. Edmund released a cry of pain, prompting Hermione to immediately release him.
"I did it!" she exclaimed, waving her sword victoriously and doing an awkward, happy jig.
"Yes, yes, you were very good," Edmund said with a pained smile.
Hermione then immediately pulled her wand. She watched in amusement as the king shrank away from her. With a smile, she wordlessly pointed her wand at his arm and waved it, a spell coming out of her tongue. Edmund's face then relaxed and he flexed his arm, the pain now alleviated.
"Well, I was able to do that technique already so… Finite Incantatem." Hermione waved her wand at Edmund's hair and soon, it went back to its original color.
The king released a huge sigh of relief, his hand running through his hair. "Hmm, yes, thank you," he awkwardly said, nodding his head. To Hermione's surprise, the king turned around and left without another word.
She watched him, a little disappointed, since he did not give her a congratulatory hug or, dare she say it, a kiss.
Hermione frowned and also left the Place of Arms.
Edmund luxuriously stretched his arms above his head once he arrived outside the castle. He was not really planning to venture off to the garden today and stay in the gazebo, but the wonderful night was beckoning him to go outside.
His feet crunched against the dried leaves as he yawned along the way. His eyes finally landed on the gazebo but he stopped, seeing that it was not empty.
Hermione immediately spotted him and she smiled. He, on the other, frowned and covered his hair, cautiously stepping inside. He sat down on his usual place, aware of the amused look on the brunette's face.
"I won't hex you again, I promise," she said, together with that pretty smile of hers. Edmund gradually lowered his hands down onto his lap and frowned.
He was surprised that Hermione was in the gazebo. It had been a while ever since she had visited it. He actually thought he'd be alone today, knowing that Hermione would be either in the library researching 'til her heart's content or sleeping her way into dreamland because she was too tired.
"It's a nice night," she said, answering his unspoken question. "I can't say no."
Edmund absentmindedly nodded his head and scooted a little farther away from her. Once again, they were alone and his hormones had gone into an overdrive. He had to grit his teeth just so he would not growl, announcing his defeat, and stand up from his seat to give her a kiss. She looked quite lovely tonight; the blueness of her dress gave him the illusion that she was glowing. But of course, he knew he must restrain himself; else, he would be the receiving end of the wand of the brightest witch of her age again.
"Is something the matter?" Hermione asked, her eyebrows knitting together. "You're… distant."
He raised an eyebrow. "I am?" he asked. When she nodded, he slowly frowned. "Well, I figured you are too tired already and so, I'm trying to restrain myself. If I get too… affectionate, you might start shooting spells at me again."
She looked stunned, that much he deduced. And then, a soft chuckle escaped from her lips as she slowly stood up from her seat and approached him. Wordlessly, she grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze. Edmund slightly jolted in surprise, feeling sudden warmth running through his veins. It had been a while ever since he last held her hand and somehow, it felt foreign.
"I cannot believe you," she said, bending down to run a hand through his hair. Involuntarily, his eyes flitted close as he marvelled her touch. "Although, I must say that I admire your self-control."
His eyes shot open when he felt her lips against his mouth. It was a quick one, though; thus, he did not have the time to answer back.
"You know, it would have been nice if you asked to spend some time with me kindly," she softly said, fondly staring down at him. "After all, I do miss you too."
His right hand acted on its own accord as he pulled her head once again for a much-anticipated kiss. He stood up since their previous position was awkward, immediately pressing Hermione against him. He melted against her in relief, kissing her like she was oxygen he had been deprived to inhale before.
When he pulled away, her cheeks were flushed into a lovely shade of red. Her eyes were bright and shining, her smile almost reaching her ears.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, placing a gentle hand against his cheek. He leaned into her touch and smiled. "I think it was unfair of me to focus more on my trainings and neglect you. Lucy told me you have been lonely."
Edmund sighed, mentally berating his sister. He could not believe she told Hermione when it was an embarrassing secret of his. "Well, I can't be selfish now, can I?" he asked. "When Narnia needs you the most."
She kissed his cheek and grinned. "Being selfish now and then wouldn't matter," she said. "There's this irrational side of me, too, you know. I do want to spend some of my time with you, too. You just have to ask."
He leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, a small smile on his face. "Well then, may I please spend the rest of the night with you, Hermione?" he politely asked.
Hermione chuckled and leaned in for a quick kiss.
"Of course," she said.
A/N: So, end of chapter! Was it good? Bad? Eh? Meh? Tell me in your reviews!
Aww, I know things were quite uneventful in this chapter. Once again, it is a calm before the storm so you all probably have a gist of what would happen in the next chapter.
I'm a little curious, though - what was your favorite scene? Personally, I think it was the conversation between Edmund and Peter about, you know, Hermione :) Do tell me in your reviews!
That's all for now, I think :) Watch out for me on Thursday or Friday; I still have no idea.
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P.S. I want to profusely apologize for not updating "Mister Granger's Mission". I know it's the last chapter but I must confess, I have not yet finished typing the whole thing. I'm still not sure when I would update it, though, but rest assured it would be up probably before next week. HOPEFULLY! :)