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Mihnea was anxious. Not for any bad reason, but more out of expectation. While he usually enjoyed Lupin's 'mini-lectures' in Defense Against the Dark Arts, this time he kept checking his watch, hoping that maybe if he glared at it long enough, time would start moving faster.

Then, finally, class was over and he waited just outside the door for the two people he was actually looking forward to seeing. When the Weasley twins stepped out of the classroom, they gave a cursory look around to make sure no other students were lingering nearby. Once they were certain no one was paying attention, Fred pulled a small box out of his pack of books.

"As promised." he announced, handing the box over. "One set of extendable ears to assist you in all of your spying endeavors."

Mihnea slid the lid of the box open a hair to glance inside. Sure enough, inside lay two very realistic looking human ears.

"The left is the one you leave behind." George instructed once the box was closed again. "The right one you keep with you."

"You pinch the earlobe to turn it off and on." Fred added.

"And when you're ready to get the left ear back from wherever you've hidden it, you just point your wand and cast a disillusionment charm." they said in unison.

Mihnea quirked a brow. "You cast an invisibility spell to make it visible?"

"Everything is backwards." George told him. "If someone thinks you're listening in on them, the first thing they'd do is cast a spell to reveal hidden objects."

Fred nodded in agreement. "So we designed these to respond to the spell in reverse. They're immune to summoning charms too, so no one can find them by accident."

Mihnea looked back and forth between the two of them. It was impressive they had put that much thought into them. That would give him one less thing to worry about. He put the box inside his messenger bag for safekeeping.

"Thanks." he told them.

"No problem." they replied together. Fred then cleared his throat. "By the way, if you decide to tell anyone about having these things, don't forget to mention where they came from. We are running a business, after all."

He might have rolled his eyes at the request, but he did have a point. Credit went where credit was due. He assured them that if anyone found out, he would make sure they knew the ears were a Weasley product. Their next set of classes weren't held together, so they separated to go off in opposite directions. Before Mihnea got too far, he thought of something. As the twins were just about to round a corner, Mihnea grabbed George by the elbow to pull him back. Fred immediately noticed that his brother wasn't right next to him and halted mid-step to see what was going on.

"Keep walking, Weasley." Mihnea told him, using his last name to emphasize he didn't want him around. "This doesn't concern you."

George apparently sensed what this might be about and waved Fred off. "No worries, Freddie. I'll catch up in a minute."

Fred gave them both a weird look. Mihnea thought for a moment he was going to ask what they were up to, but instead he just shrugged. "Whatever." he said and went on his way.

The moment his brother was gone, George turned toward Mihnea, his eyes questioning. "What's up?" he asked.

Mihnea held up a hand to silence him. His eyes remained fixed on the corner Fred had disappeared around. He knew full well that he hadn't gone anywhere and was attempting to listen in on whatever they were going to talk about. Honestly, he should know better than that by now.

"I'm not stupid, Weasley." he called out. "I know you're there."

They both heard Fred curse under his breath. "How the hell do you do that?" he asked, poking his head back around with astonishment written all over his face.

"I have good hearing." Mihnea said shortly. "Now leave."

Fred seemed to realize that he wasn't going to get what he wanted, so he finally left them alone. Mihnea waited until he could no longer hear the boy's footsteps, then turned his attention to George.

"We need to work out a new schedule." he told him. "Final exams are in two weeks and I'm thinking if we meet up every night this week, you can be through and ready to move up to the more serious stuff."

There was no need to explain what he was talking about. George already knew. His eyes widened a hair. "You sure?"

Mihnea inclined his head. "You're moving faster than I thought you would. We'll definitely be finished before break and when we get back, Connie and I can work on the meatier stuff with you."

He had thought it would take Weasley longer to get used to the feel of working with a new type of magic. So far, he'd only had to step in and calm things down once. George had gotten frustrated during his first attempt at drawing energy into himself from an external source and declared that the whole thing felt stupid. An enormous fireball appeared out of nowhere and preceded to chase him around the Astronomy tower's observation deck until he was cornered in a window. Mihnea got the impression it was teaching him a lesson in manners. Since it wasn't truly 'out of control' he just stood back out of the way and didn't involved until Weasley's shoes caught fire. George had been given multiple warnings in advance not to say or do anything their magic would take offense to, so he probably deserved it. However, Constance would have thrown a hissy fit if he stood by and let her boyfriend get injured. The magic settled down and stopped threatening to burn him alive once Mihnea got George to apologize to it. Everything turned out fine in the end. But after seeing for himself what living magic was capable of doing when it got pissed off, Weasley made damn sure not to make any further thoughtless comments.

George looked pleasantly surprised by his declaration. After a moment of thinking it over, he cleared his throat. "Okay." he said. "I can do the every night thing, but we'll have to push the time back." he lowered his voice a hair. "Fred's starting to notice that I'm sneaking out more often, and I can't keep using going out with Connie as an excuse. He's eventually going to figure out that she's not leaving the dorm."

Damn. That was going to throw a wrench into things. But pushing the time back by a couple of hours wasn't awful. They'd just have to watch the time carefully so they'd be be able to get a few hours of sleep before having to get up for classes.

"Is 2am good for you?" he asked.

George cocked his head sideways. "I can do that." he replied. "Are we going to start tonight, then?"

"Might as well." Mihnea said. "There's no time like the present."

"Sounds good to me." George said. He readjusted his bag on his shoulder and turned to leave. "See you then."

And with that, he jogged off to catch up with his brother. The fourth years were starting to arrive for their DADA class, so he figured he should get a move on to get to Transfiguration. He liked Professor McGonagall, but she did have a habit of giving people hell when they showed up late. As he was about to walk off, a voice from the doorway behind him made him pause.

"I hope you're not getting up to something I need to be concerned about." Lupin said in a conversational tone.

Mihnea halted and turned on his heel to face him. The professor had his shoulder propped up against the door facing with his hands shoved down into his pockets. His expression was curious, but not disapproving.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." he said, not meaning a word of it.

"Ah ha." the man replied, one of his brows slowly traveling upward. "Just like a Slytherin." he lowered his head to look at Mihnea down his nose. "I see you're getting along with people better than you were at the beginning of the year."

The boy considered that for a moment, then shrugged. "You were the one who said I should loosen up and trust people more." he reminded him. "Maybe I'm giving it a try."

Lupin smiled approvingly. "So I've noticed." he commented. "It's not so bad, now is it?"

Mihnea shook his head. "Not yet."

That got a good natured chuckle out of him. Lupin made a 'shooing' motion with his hands. "Off with you. And remember, you have an essay due at the end of the week."

"Yes, sir." Mihnea replied, then was finally free to leave.

More sorcery lessons with George to plan out – which were going much better than he expected – and no Potions until tomorrow. He was going to have to find a way into Snape's office to plant one of his lovely new toys.

The waiting was annoying as hell.

During the next Potions class, Mihnea used collecting ingredients from the storeroom as an excuse to steal away into the Potion Master's office to plant one of the extendable ears. Connie helped him out by writing out a list of supplies that they already had so that Snape wouldn't get suspicious of him being away for too long. For the two weeks afterward, the boy took every spare opportunity to listen in on what was going on in that room. For the most part, it was only mundane things. Ordinary scraps of conversation one would expect to hear in a school setting. Snape muttering under his breath about how stupid most of his students were as he graded papers, him speaking to Flitwick, McGonagall, or Sprout about members of their houses who had gotten in trouble with him and needed to be disciplined, and a whole host of other things Mihnea had no interest in hearing about. But finally, in the middle of exam week, he got a hit. Dumbledore had gone down to Snape's office to have a private conversation with him, and the contents of their discussion were extremely interesting. So interesting, in fact, that Mihnea had to restrain himself from running straight up to Gryffindor tower to drag Connie out to tell her about it.

"You can't be serious!" his cousin hissed at him.

He managed to catch her before she entered the Great Hall for supper that night. They holed up in an empty storeroom just outside of where all the other students were eating their evening meal. It was only after placing more wards than were necessary that he revealed what he had learned.

"I'm completely serious." Mihnea told her solemnly. "Snape specifically said he believed Lupin helped Sirius Black get into the castle on Halloween because the two of them were friends when they were in school. He's been dropping all those hints about him being a werewolf because he thinks he's a security risk. Dumbledore wont allow him to tell anyone outright, so he's trying to get one of the students to figure it out so they'll take care of outing him for him."

Connie stared at him in shock. "But... there's no way Lupin could be helping Black!" she exclaimed. "I mean... you should hear how Harry talks about him. He's been having talks with him just like he is with you. Harry said he agreed to teach him how to perform the patronus charm when we get back from Christmas break because of how the dementors are so focused on him! He wouldn't do that if he wanted Black to get him, would he?"

Mihnea held up a hand to get her to quiet down. Constance had an awful habit of rambling when she was excited about something. "I don't believe it either." he assured her. "If Lupin was doing something like that, I'm pretty sure I'd be able to tell. Dishonest people just... feel different. I think Snape doesn't like him for some reason and is jumping to conclusions because he happens to be a werewolf who knew Black well."

His cousin grew quiet, thinking to herself. "All of it makes sense now." she said quietly. "When Snape gave us that lesson on werewolves, he was so intent on people learning how to recognize them in human form. I had to push him out of my head because he kept using Legilimency on me to see if I had figured it out..."

Mihnea went very still. "Snape used Legilimency on you in class?" he demanded. "That's illegal."

Connie rolled her eyes. "Mihnea, you and I do things that are illegal all the time. I was able to push him out before he saw anything important. I don't want to raise a fuss about it because it would just make the other teachers suspicious."

She was right, but that didn't mean he had to like it. His head of house had attempted the same thing with him more than once, but Mihnea was immune to it. Snape had no business forcing himself inside of his cousin's head. It was the mental equivalent of rape in his opinion, which is why he didn't read other people's minds unless he absolutely had to. If he had a choice in the matter, he'd go off and have a serious conversation with the man and probably wind up kicking his ass. That would cause all sorts of trouble for both of them.

"I think Snape knows you well enough by now to figure out that you know, even if he didn't see anything." he said. "We just have to hope no one else puts it together."

The girl suddenly got this weird expression on her face – like there was something she knew that she didn't want to say. He noticed and looked at her intently.

"What have you not told me, Connie?"

Constance carefully cleared her throat. "Hermione." she said. "She knows about Lupin. She did some extra research for that essay Snape assigned and came to talk to me about it." when she saw the horrified look on Mihnea's face, she waved her hands at him. "We don't have to worry about her telling. She thinks the magical world treats werwolves like garbage and she hates it. She hasn't even said a word to Harry or Ron about it. She only told me because she figured I knew about him too."

Mihnea blew out a long stream of air. He didn't like anything about the situation. Too many variables and loose ends for his liking. But if Connie believed that Granger wasn't going to cause a problem, he'd have to trust her judgment. He glanced toward the door of the room.

"Luna knows too." he told her.

Connie blinked at him. "How in the hell does Luna know?" she asked. "Snape didn't give a werewolf lesson to the second years! Ginny would have said something about it."

"She knows about him the same way she knew about me, I expect." he replied with a shrug. "She can look at people and tell. And I know for a fact that she doesn't give a damn what we are, so I'm not worried about her."

Silence fell across the room. Both of them were thinking about this new information and what it meant for them. Finally, Constance was the one to speak first.

"So... what do we do about this?" she asked.

"Honestly, I don't think there's much to do." Mihnea said. "I think Lupin helping Black get to Potter is about as likely as hell freezing over. From the way he sounded, Dumbledore doesn't believe it either. He wouldn't have hired Lupin in the first place if he thought he would be a risk to anyone. But..." he paused to run his hand through his hair in irritation. "I think this is something to keep an eye on. Just in case something else comes up, you know?"

"I agree." she replied. "I guess I'll start paying closer attention to what Harry says about his visits with Lupin. He would be more likely to say something to him than anyone else."

Mihnea found himself in agreement with her. For the time being, they would wait this out, keep their ears to the ground, and see what happened.

The remainder of finals week went by without Mihnea hearing anything else from his stent of spying on Snape. On the last day of class, he had to sneak back into the Professor's office to get the ear back. He didn't want to leave it there over the holidays. Connie didn't blame him. For as many steps as the twins had taken to make sure the extendable ears wouldn't be discovered by anyone other than the owner, there was always the possibility of something going wrong. In this situation, being paranoid was helpful in being prepared.

With all the tests out of the way, everyone was looking forward to leaving school for winter break. Constance felt a bit weird about not going straight home, but the feeling was overshadowed by the knowledge that she would be with friends.

"Have you heard whether Percy is coming or not?" she asked Ron and the twins after they'd all brought their trunks down to the common room.

The three boys all shared a look of mutual dislike. "He's staying here." George said.

Fred frowned deeply. "The stupid prat says he doesn't want to deal with dad's 'bad attitude' about his summer job."

Oh Lord, so Percy and Mr. Weasley were still at odds with each other about that. Maybe it was for the best that they remain apart for a while. God knows it would be awkward staying at the Burrow while a family drama was going on. Harry came down a few minutes later, followed by Hermione and Ginny – who had finally finished packing up a few last minute things. The trunks filled with their belongings were left for the house elves to collect, and the group of them headed downstairs to join the mass of students leaving for the train.

The ride was a long one, and Connie found herself napping for most of it. Studying for all the exams, working on multiple essays, plus staying up waiting for George to return from his lessons with Mihnea meant she hadn't been getting much sleep for the past several weeks. All the Weasleys made it sound like their parents allowed them a 'recovery day' where they were allowed to sleep in as long as they liked. She fully intended to take advantage of that once they got to the Burrow.

When they arrived at King's Cross, everyone collected their things from the baggage car and went through the portal that took them back into muggle society. Lots of people were traveling back and forth for the holidays, so the station was packed. As they pushed their way through the mass of people to an open spot near a set of benches, Connie caught sight of a familiar face. A man with long, braided hair and a cowboy hat always stuck out in a crowd.

"Hey, hang on a second." she told the others, then headed over to him. "Pip? What are you doing here?"

The captain's eyes lit up when he saw her, and she had to let go of her trunk and set down Archimedes' cage so she could hug him in greeting.

" 'ey! I'm on pickup duty." he told her, pulling away. "Jackson and Rebecca are bozh out for zhe 'olidays, and your mom and Alucard are gone to zhat conference zhing een Barcelona. Zomeone 'ad to come, zo 'ere I am!" he peered around. "Where'z Mihnea?"

That stupid vampire hunting conference the Spanish government requested Hellsing to attend, she thought. With her mom and Alucard out of the country until the 23rd, her dad would be in charge of the house. He'd have to stay on alert in case something happened. Constance glanced back toward the portal where students were still exiting in groups of threes and fours.

"I guess he hasn't made it out yet."

"Merde, zhat boy alwayz takes 'is zweet time, doesn't 'e?" Pip said under his breath. He then blinked, as if suddenly remembering something, and began patting at the pockets of his coat. "While I'm zhinking about eet, you guyz 'ave new phones now." he pulled a cellphone out of one of his pockets and passed it to her. "Eet waz zupposed to be for Christmas, but your mom zhought you zhould get eet now zince you'll be gone and all. We would 'ave zent zhem to zhat school of yours, but Syn didn't trust zhe owls."

In his cage, Archimedes flapped his wings and hooted loudly in displeasure. Bernadette immediately stepped back and waved his hands at the bird.

"Calm down zhere!" he told him. "Zhe ozher owls, not you!"

Archimedes settled down at the comment, though his bright yellow eyes remained narrowed, as if in warning. He never liked hearing anyone talk about him not being good at his job. Connie shook her head in bemusement and took the phone. It was one of those new, fancy ones that did just about anything a person could think of. She'd have to play with it to learn all the features. A few feet away, all of her friends were still standing where she'd left them wearing curious looks on their faces. Pip shot a questioning look of his own in their direction.

"Your friends?" he asked.

Connie nodded. Since everyone was right there, she figured it would be weird for her not to introduce them. Pip knew the rules, so it would be fine. She waved them over.

"Everyone, this is Pip Bernadette." she told them, gesturing to the captain. "He's Mihnea's brother-in-law."

Realization dawned across everyone's features, and Ron went wide eyed. "Whoa. Wait a minute! Bassarab has a sister?" he questioned, sounding like he couldn't imagine such a thing.

Bernadette looked like he found the boy's outburst amusing. "I couldn't be a 'brozher-in-law' if zhere wasn't a zister involved, could I?"

Ginny blinked at the sound of his voice. "You're French?" she asked.

"Oui, mademoiselle." Pip replied, giving a small bow like he was showing off. "Born and bred."

That definitely caught their attention. Connie recalled having mentioned that Mihnea's brother-in-law was French to Hermione once, but she didn't think she had told anyone else. She moved to introduce each of them to Pip so he'd know who they were, but he waved her off before she could begin.

"Non, non, I've got zhis." he said, then pointed his finger at each of them in turn. " 'arry, 'ermione, Ron, Ginny, and..." he paused and gave each of the twins a good look. "Fred and George." he finished, correctly identifying which was which.

Fred and George both blinked in astonishment. "No way!" they exclaimed. "How'd you do that?"

Bernadette grinned at having impressed them. "My younger brozhers were identical twinz." he told them. "You 'ave a zet een zhe family and you learn 'ow to tell zhe difference. Connie 'ere showed all of uz pictures." he paused thoughtfully. "Zo who iz zhe evil one?"

"Excuse me?" they questioned.

"Zhere's alwayz a good twin and an evil twin." he explained. "Zo who iz who?"

Apparently there wasn't a saying about that in the magical world because none of the wizards in the group seemed to recognize it. Fred tapped his chin with a finger.

"I've never heard that one before." he commented. "I guess I'd be the evil twin, then. What do you say, Georgie?"

George didn't have to take nearly as long to think about it as his brother had. "Yep." he replied, nodding in agreement. "You're definitely more evil than me."

"Hey!" Fred exclaimed in a mock show of offense. "You didn't have to agree that fast!"

"You said it first." George pointed out. "And you did ask."

Pip looked back and forth between the pair of them in amusement, then leaned down and nudged Connie lightly in the side. "Zee? Now eef you were wizh zhe evil one, we'd all 'ave more to worry about."

Constance felt her cheeks turn red in mortification. The others didn't know enough about Pip to understand why, but he was famous for being perverted. She knew exactly what he meant about 'having more to worry about'.

"Shut up!" she cried out, giving him a good shove.

Bernadette just laughed at her like she'd given him the perfect ammunition to shoot herself with. "Uh oh. You know zhat protesting too much iz a zign of guilt, oui?" he teased.

The girl's mouth fell open and she shot a deadly glare in his direction. "I swear to God, Pip Bernadette, I will kill you."

"At least wait until I get the car keys." Mihnea's voice rang out of nowhere, drawing everyone's attention. He had just come through the portal with his trunk, Pixie leading the way on her leash. When Pip noticed him, he straightened and waved at him.

"Get a move on, boy!" he called to him, though he didn't sound upset. "What took you zo long?"

"Sorry." her cousin said once he finally reached them. "Pixie got loose on the train and I had to hunt her down." he shot a reproachful look down at his cat. "What's the deal with the phones?" he asked, turning his gaze back onto Pip. "Mine's not working..."

In response, Bernadette drew a cell phone identical to the one he'd given Connie out of his pocket and gave him the same story about them having new ones now. Mihnea took the device and studied it with thinly veiled interest. He had been dropping hints about wanting something like it for a while. Hermione looked interested in the device as well, and it seemed for a moment she forgot who it was she was talking to.

"Is that one of those that has an mp3 player too?" she asked, her eyes alight. "I've always wanted one of those! My parents haven't bothered to get one since I wouldn't be able to use it at school..."

Ron blinked in confusion. "M.P. What?"

"Mp3 player." Mihnea announced, not looking away from his new plaything. "It's a muggle device that plays music."

"Blimey..." Ron said, shooting a glance at Connie's phone. "You mean there's a radio in that fellytone thing too?"

Pip blinked. "Fellytone...?" he said in a low voice, shooting a sideways look at her cousin.

Constance had to suppress the urge to roll her eyes and sigh. Things always got complicated when the muggle and magical worlds got mixed up. Thankfully, Harry knew enough about it to commence explaining the difference between a digital music player and a radio. Meanwhile, Hermione caught sight of her parents waiting for her near one of the exits.

"Oh!" she said, realizing how much time had gone by. "It's time for me to go." she took hold of the handle of her trunk. "I'll see all of you at school then?"

Everyone nodded in confirmation and the girl ran off, calling back a final promise to take plenty of pictures of her skiing trip for them to look at later. It looked like Mr. Weasley had just arrived at the station as well, meaning it was time for them to go their separate ways. Connie confirmed the plan to meet her dad at Diagon Alley on the 24th, then handed Archimedes' cage off to Mihnea. Since the Weasleys had their own owl - and she had a new phone - there was no good reason to force him to endure the stress of multiple trips. Mihnea and Pip bid her and the others good-bye and wished them a good visit. It was only when the two of them began walking off in the opposite direction that Harry, Constance, and all the Weasleys gathered up their things and headed off to meet their dad.

In the back of her mind, the girl couldn't help but wonder what they would think if they knew they had just been talking to one of Hellsing's vampires.

In an old, weather beaten house far from London, a pale, blonde haired man watched the sunset from one of the many windows. This was the last place he ever expected to wind up in. Creaking floorboards and dust everywhere... even the mish-mash of equipment set up for his use was a farce of a laboratory. Everything was antiquated. Out of date and stolen from the dumpsters of any hospital or lab that had updated their equipment. He was so much better than this.

Perhaps it was the isolation that got to him. Even when he worked on projects and experiments alone in the past, there were always others around. Doctors and scientists who could appreciate the value of his work. In this new environment, stitched together from the cast offs of others, he had only one companion. A companion which, while sharing many of the same ideals and goals as him, wasn't the sort of person he liked being around for long periods of time. He knew that his associate felt similarly about him. They were drawn together not out of like, but out of a mutual need for each other's talents and connections.

"This is the best you could do?" A snide, raspy sounding voice questioned from the massive chair behind him. "This is pathetic."

The man turned to give the curled up, feeble looking creature that had spoken a look of reproach. "Ja, it ist the best I can do under these... conditions." he replied with a noticeable bite to his tone. "You asked for a body und I made one for you."

The creature, which had once been a man but couldn't be called one any longer, narrowed it's slitted red eyes at him. "I would think, with all your preaching about the wonders of your..." it paused and grimaced as if what was about to leave it's mouth was a curse. "Muggle science, that I would have more than this... wretched... twisted... abomination of a thing you've saddled me with."

There was only so much taunting of his work the man was willing to listen to, and the thing speaking was quickly approaching his limit. "That 'muggle science' you hate so much ist the only reason you live now." he spat. "I vould show some respect for it."

The creature didn't like being spoken to in such a manner, but there was nothing it could do about it. After all, it needed him. It would whither up and die if not for the care and attention he provided. Those red eyes studied him in the fading light, then it's deplorable excuse for a face changed expressions. It no longer looked hateful, but considering. Carefully pouring over every detail of their situation and how best to handle it. The man knew this well. He had been around this thing long enough to understand what was going through it's mind.

"It is no matter." it said at last. "This body is only temporary. I have learned a way to create a new, perfect form for myself."

Though he strongly disliked being around his companion's brash and condescending demeanor, there were those few and far between moments when he heard something that pricked his interest. Was there indeed a way to make a physical body out of nothing that was so well formed it could be called perfect? If there was, he wanted to play a part in it's creation, no matter what the cost might be. His fallen Major would approve of that.

"Vhat do you need?"

The creature opened it's mouth to speak but for a moment, only a wet sounding wheeze of air came out. It coughed and then regained it's composure.

"The boy." it said. "His blood is the key."

The man considered this. "This ist easily done." he said. "I can have him killed vith no trouble."

"NO!" it rasped. "I need him alive! Only his living blood will fuel the spell. Once I have my new form, I intend to kill him myself. No one else may have the honor."

Had circumstances been different, the man might have thought the idea of so hopelessly lusting after the murder of a child pathetic. However, he was now fully immersed in a world were magic reigned. The rules were different here, and a young boy could be a potentially lethal enemy.

"I need a location." he told it. "Mein comrades must be told vhere to find him."

"There are many places." the creature replied. "The girl... the one who wrote to me in my diary... she told me where he may go. We must move now while there is a chance he is away from the castle. Until I am made whole, there will be no way to touch him there."

"Give me the locations." the man told him. "If ve don't find the boy himself, ve have ways of finding out vhere he ist."

A.N: I realize that I basically just skipped over all the sorcery stuff with George. This is due to my being lazy, me not wanting to drag this on forever (seeing as how I've written nearly 50 chapters, and we're only in year three O_o), and partly because it will come up later on in more vivid detail.

Please take this attempt at explanation as me being human and possibly having lied about this not going on for hundreds of chapters. At the rate this is going, I'm definitely going to have A LOT more than 100.

~thinks to self~ Oh God, I think I created a monster. What have I gotten myself into? ~runs away screaming~

Okay, so... reviews? Please and thank you? ~hides under a couch~