I'm being honest this time. Here's the Yule Ball, Christmas break, and an akuma, OTPeople.
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Chapter 10: The Dangers of Polyjuice Potion (Part One)
Stage 3 of the Yule Ball Blizzard: Advanced Potions (Continued)
As Christmas approached, fires roared and winter apparel went out of stock.
Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures lessons had been moved indoors.
It was one of these Herbology classes in which the first-years were harvesting poisoned apples from Mortiferum Fructum trees that the third-years had raised.
Adrien Agreste, a Slytherin, also had a very serious question to ask Felix Bösedrachen, a Mystrik.
"Hey, Felix. Can I request….uhhhh….a favor from you?" Adrien nervously asked.
"Only if it's important," Felix huffed, plucking yet another poisonous red apple from a Mortiferum Fructum and dropping it into a bucket.
"It's really important," Adrien assured. "I can't be at the Yule Ball, but I'm one of the champions, so I need to be there. I'm making a few doses of Polyjuice Potion. Could you take my place?"
"I might not be staying at Hogwarts for Christmas break," Felix said.
Adrien's face fell. "Oh. Where are you-"
"My parents want me to join them in Jamaica for the holidays, but I don't have to go. Your little scheme might be the most interesting thing that's happened to me in years," Felix mused.
"So that's a yes?" Adrien hopefully said.
"It's a maybe," Felix corrected. "So, why can't you be at the Yule Ball?"
"My father and I are spending our Christmas in France," Adrien lied, fidgeting with the apple in his hands.
"Then no," Felix frowned.
"What do you mean, no?" Adrien asked.
"My family's always had the job to protect innocents from the Wizengamot's unfair trials. They're wizard lawyers, so to speak. Lawyers like the Bösedrachens don't like to lose. If you don't trust me, I don't have all of the facts. Don't give me that look. You knew it was a lie. I knew it was a lie. If I am not properly informed on every detail of the situation, I won't win," Felix explained.
"This isn't a court case," Adrien exasperatedly said.
"But it is," Felix contradicted. "Someone's making a risky choice by attempting to either expose or cover up the truth, and someone's making an even riskier choice by helping them. Replace those someones with you and me, Adrien. That, in my eyes, is a court case, and quite a bad one. The Bösedrachens never take risks. We know our clients. We know their intents. We help the winning side. One wrong move could put my family's reputation in jeopardy. Imagine it, the Bösedrachen legacy in ruins because of a scandal involving the Agreste heir. No, that wouldn't do. If you refuse to tell me your purpose, I refuse to help you. I don't know your motives. Therefore, you are untrustworthy and helping you is risky. I avoid risks. It's as simple as that."
"But I….. But I… Please! It's for four hours, it won't be that long!" Adrien begged.
"What's your secret, Adrien?" Felix maliciously smirked. "What's so incredibly important that you won't tell me?"
Adrien felt like he had an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other.
Don't tell him your secret identity! You hardly know the guy! Go find someone else to be you for four measly hours! the angel screamed.
It would be easier to tell him that you're Cat Noir. Besides, you don't have anyone else left to ask, the devil chuckled.
"Class dismissed!" Professor Whipwind announced.
"Tell me or don't. It's your choice, client," Felix said.
He walked out of Greenhouse One, completely unfazed by the cold.
How fitting, Adrien bitterly thought. An icy day to match his icy heart.
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Meanwhile, A Few Feet Away
"Bridgette, can I ask you something?" Marinette began.
"Ask away!" Bridgette smiled.
"You have to promise to be quiet about it," Marinette continued. "Nobody else can know about this. Not even Alya knows. I'm putting all of my trust on your shoulders. Got it?"
"Got it," Bridgette nodded.
"I can't exactly be at the Yule Ball, but I need to be there since I'm the Gryffindor champion. I'm brewing some doses of Polyjuice Potion as we speak. Can you please be me for a night?" Marinette whispered.
"Of course!" Bridgette grinned. "I can't believe that you and Adrien are finally together!"
"What?" Marinette yelped.
"Everyone's been watching how lovey-dovey you two are around each other," Bridgette giggled. "Whether it's the first task or library study dates, you're meant to be! I'm totally okay with you guys sneaking out to have a secret date during the Yule Ball. I thought you guys would be the PDA couple around here, but I guess it takes time for your relationship to develop."
"Yup. Our relationship," Marinette muttered, her face redder than Nathaniel's hair.
Whatever she says. Anything's better than the real reason, she thought.
"How did you hear about this secret date?" Marinette sputtered.
"Oh, it's not really a secret anymore. Everyone in the school knows, except for the Slytherins," Bridgette said. "They would tell Chloe, and we can't have that happening, can we?"
"Excuse me?" Marinette wheezed.
The Joltcastle stuck her tongue out. "Yeah, some of the Slytherins can be such killjoys, especially Chloe. It wouldn't be fun if she knew. I can't wait to be you at the Yule Ball!"
"Class dismissed!" Professor Whipwind announced.
Bridgette pulled on her coat and skipped out of Greenhouse One.
Marinette did likewise (except for the skipping) and caught up with Alya.
"Do you know why everyone thinks that Adrien and I have scheduled a secret date?" the former asked.
"As much as I hate Ernest Skeeter, he's doing wonders for your love life. He's the one who published the article about your date," Alya said.
"When Luna Lovegood writes an article on how Nargles are the biggest threat to society today, nobody believes her! But when Ernest says something about my supposedly romantic relationship with Adrien, God forbid that somebody isn't talking about it!" Marinette groaned.
"I already filtered the article with a few jinxes. Adrien and the other Slytherins can't see it," Alya said.
"Thanks," Marinette mumbled. "Although I do wish that our date was real."
"It'll happen someday," Alya said. "Ask him to meet you where you won't be disturbed, and pour out your feelings. The worst that can happen is rejection, right? Adrien likes you, Marinette. To be honest, I'm not sure if he loves you yet. That matter rests in your hands. Just ask him!"
"Alya," Marinette sighed. "Not all Gryffindors are brave."
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Stage 4 of the Yule Ball Blizzard: Dates and Disputes
Pressure slowly covered the boys like snowflakes.
Who would be the first guy to ask a girl to be their date?
How would he ask her?
Would she say yes?
The boys were at a stalemate.
Nobody dared to volunteer.
It was on December 13th, a Saturday, when they received their answer.
There was a Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff Quidditch game, the last game before Christmas break.
When Matthew Heinrich caught the Golden Snitch, a huge yellow banner with black letters showed up in the middle of the stands.
ELLIE MCCOLLINS, WILL YOU BE MY DATE FOR THE YULE BALL? ~DANIEL ASHWORTH
The Hufflepuff Chaser nearly fell off of her broom with joy.
"Yes!" Ellie shouted.
The Hufflepuffs cheered even louder.
Ellie zoomed over to Daniel and kissed him.
The female Quidditch announcers' giggles were heard over the intercom.
"It looks like we're witnessing two firsts today," Nino commented. "It's Hufflepuff's first win of the season and the first official pair for the Yule Ball."
"Gentlemen, you better ask those ladies quickly, or else you'll be going single," Alec said.
Everyone congratulated Ellie and Daniel as they exited the stands and entered the school.
"Daniel's gone ahead and done it. This spells out doom for every guy in Hogwarts. We have to find dates," Adrien whispered to his best friend in horror.
"It'll be easy for you," Nino glumly said. "But you have a big disadvantage. You'll have to pull a Mad-Eye."
"Pull a what?" Adrien asked.
"A Mad-Eye. Bring your own flask everywhere you go," Nino said. "Those girls'll be filling your cups with love potion. Be careful what you drink, or else it's going to be the last thing you remember before you start obsessing over a girl you've never met."
"I'm sure it won't be that extreme," Adrien frowned.
"That's what Richard's doing," Nino said. "Don't trust any suspicious food, alright? I don't want to carry you to the hospital wing."
"Mmhmm," Adrien mumbled.
"Great game, Mari!" Nino beamed as she and Alya walked over.
Both of them had thermoses filled with hot chocolate.
"Where'd you get the cocoa?" Adrien asked.
"Grace made some for everyone on the team," Marinette squeaked. "I got some for you, too!"
"Thanks!" Nino grinned. "Watch out, Adrien, it might be laced with love potion."
"What? I wouldn't! I would never do that!" Marinette blushed.
"Nino, join the party in the common room!" a boy in the large mass of cheering Hufflepuffs shouted.
The members of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team were hoisted onto the crowd's shoulders.
"I guess I'll be be partying. Goodbye!" Nino said.
"The school paper also needs a new article on Hogwarts' newest couple, so I'll be off, too," Alya added.
The Hufflepuff and the Ravenclaw walked away and snickered about something or other.
Adrien sipped his hot chocolate.
"That feels much better," he happily sighed. "It's good, but it couldn't compare to Nooky's recipe."
"Who's Nooky?" Marinette asked.
"He's one of the house elves. They know that I'm on a model's diet, but they feel guilty and I sometimes find a parcel of biscuits on my bunk bed. I leave them notes telling them that I'm okay. The elves ignore my notes anyway and insist on stuffing me with food. I can't help myself anymore. The best chef in the world couldn't cook something as good as the the house elves' food," Adrien replied.
"That's so sweet of them," Marinette smiled.
She bumped into a group that consisted entirely of Gryffindors and Slytherins.
Everyone was silent, except for a few stray murmurs.
"Hey, what's happening? I can't see!" Adrien whispered.
"We'll have to get a closer look," Marinette whispered back.
The two first-years wriggled their way to the front of the crowd.
Alix and Kim were scribbling something onto scrolls and occasionally showed them to Max, who shook his head every time.
"What's all this about?" Adrien muttered.
"It's another one of their dares," a second-year Slytherin answered. "They're going to have a competition where the loser has to ask the winner out to the Yule Ball. They can't seem to agree on what the competition is going to be, though. We're just waiting for the start of another epic interhouse war. It's going to be twice as awesome as the time when the Weasley twins outwitted a few Slytherin prank lords. We're going to beat the Gryffindors this round!"
Kim wrote five simple words onto his scroll and handed it to Max.
The Ravenclaw raised his eyebrows and thought over the idea.
After three minutes, he nodded.
The crowd erupted with questions.
"What does the paper say?"
"What are you gonna do?"
"How long will it last?"
"Are we involved?"
Alix immediately grabbed the scroll and cleared her throat.
"Food fight at high noon!" Alix announced. "But I think I'll add a minor detail. Everyone's invited!"
The crowd tittered with excitement.
"It looks like you'll have to ask me to the Yule Ball, half-pint," Kim smirked.
"I think you meant it the other way around, Jolly Green Giant," Alix teased.
"Roasted!" a Gryffindor yelled. "Where's the popcorn? This is getting real!"
"Hey Kim, do you need some ice for that burn?" a Slytherin shouted.
"We'll see who'll win at noon!" Kim sputtered, too embarrassed to come up with a better insult. "And that person's gonna be me!"
He stormed off.
"That gives us an hour," Marinette said. "I'll go to the Great Hall ten minutes before noon so I can eat lunch before I'm covered in lunch."
"Sounds like a plan," Adrien agreed. "Do you want to crash the Hufflepuff party with me?"
"Yeah! They probably have really good snacks since they're right next to the kitchen," Marinette said.
They strolled to the kitchen and maneuvered their way into a small space amongst a mountain of barrels.
Adrien tapped a barrel in a seemingly rhythmic pattern and an oak door swung open, revealing a short but wide hallway that was devoid of light.
"Voila!" he grinned. "Lumos."
He disappeared into the pitch black passageway.
Marinette hesitantly followed him.
"Lumos," she said. "It looks like nobody's used this entrance for decades. Are you sure that this is the entrance to the Hufflepuff Common Room?"
"You're right about one thing. These hallways haven't been used since the Second Wizarding War. They were too damaged to magically repair when Hogwarts burned down, so they built another a new system. The Hufflepuffs keep on changing the tapping combination and I can never get it right. I was sprayed with pumpkin juice the last time. Sometimes I wish I had a drop of Felix Felicis once in a while," Adrien said.
Marinette tripped on a discarded lantern, falling on her face, and a cloud of dust surrounded her.
"I could've helped you with the combination," she coughed. "I prefer pumpkin juice over dark, filthy halls anyway. Chloe's perfume couldn't even get rid of the smell of rats' droppings in here."
Adrien picked her up.
"I can't disagree with you on that one," he laughed. "Chloe's mom gave her a bottle of perfume for her fifth birthday. She accidentally dropped it in my father's office one day and the carpet reeked of rosebuds for a month. Chloe couldn't stop apologizing and she acted like she ruined his entire career. It was hilarious!"
"Are you talking about another Chloe?" Marinette asked.
"No, it was Chloe Bourgeois who did that. She was different back then. You know, before- never mind, I shouldn't be talking about someone else's business. We're here!" Adrien said.
Before what? Marinette wondered.
Adrien pushed a door open and they leaped into the Hufflepuff Common Room.
They weren't the only party crashers; robes of red, blue, and green were like small islands in the sea of yellow and black.
"It's a Weird Sisters song!" Adrien said. "I haven't heard them in ages!"
"It sounds newer. I think it's a remix," Marinette said.
"Yep! It's a DJ Nino original," Nino confirmed.
He had set up a turntable booth and scratched an old CD with his wand.
"That's awesome!" Marinette gasped. "You have to play this at the Yule Ball. Everyone's going to love it!"
"You think so?" Nino smiled.
"Listen, buddy, you're opening for Jagged Stone, and he thinks your music is, quote unquote, 'wicked awesome.'The Weird Sisters would be proud," Adrien said.
"Jagged Stone heard my music?!" Nino screeched.
"I've got connections," Adrien chuckled.
"Thank you!" Nino said. "And I'm using my old CDs. Wait until the Yule Ball! I have a new collection of records that are specifically for DJing."
"I can't wait to hear your remixes!" Marinette said.
"Do you want to be my dancing partner again, Mari?" Adrien asked.
"Only if you've improved," Marinette giggled.
Adrien led her onto the dance floor. "Rest assured, because I most definitely haven't!"
They danced until they couldn't take another step without aching.
"That took a lot out of me," Marinette panted. "Give me a minute, and then we'll go to the Great Hall."
She and Adrien slumped onto a couch, right next to Alya, who was sound asleep.
Marinette poked the Ravenclaw awake.
"Hi, Mari," Alya yawned. "Butterbeer. Way too much of it. There's nothing like a little nap to remove your tipsiness. I'm hungry. Let's get lunch."
The three students walked to the Great Hall, where a handful of students were already eating lunch.
They split up and munched on pasta, mashed potatoes, and just about any food you could imagine.
Other teenagers gradually filled the Great Hall, until everyone except Alix and Kim was there.
"Where are those two?" Nathaniel muttered. "They're the ones who came up with the food fight idea in the first place."
"It's 12:58. They're bound to be here soon," Marinette replied.
She suddenly dropped her fork and it fell onto her plate with a loud clatter.
"I'm having a horrible realization," she said.
"What?" Nathaniel asked.
"The Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs. They don't know about the food fight," Marinette whispered.
"Oh dear," Nathaniel mumbled.
Alix and Kim solemnly marched into the Great Hall.
The Gryffindors and Slytherins fell silent, but the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws carried on with their soon-to-be-ruined meals.
Kim and Alix raced to their respective tables and wolfed down their food as quickly as they could.
Then, as if it was in slow motion, a piece of sushi soared across the room and slid down a Slytherin boy's back.
The few teachers that were there didn't seem to notice.
The room fell silent.
Without a word, the boy stood up, whirled around, and sent a salami and mayonnaise sandwich flying towards the Gryffindor table.
His trajectory was poor and the sandwich ended up splattering across a Ravenclaw girl's chest.
She calmly wiped the mayonnaise off of her robes.
Her friends whipped out their wands and sent a barrage of dinner rolls zooming in every direction.
A Gryffindor girl yelled what was on all of their minds.
"FOOD FIGHT!"
Soon, cuisine of all colors filled the air.
Some of the teachers had even joined in on the fun, though most of the school staff hid underneath their table.
Professor Damocles dumped a goblet of pumpkin juice onto Professor Bustier's head.
The Ramhorns students were having a blast as well, especially Headmaster Freeburrow.
Nathaniel, who had peas stuck in his hair, narrowly dodged a beef dumpling, which smacked Alix in the back of the head.
"How dare they?! Mari, I need you to make a truce with the Ravenclaws! That way, it'll be two against one and I can win more easily! Go!" she ordered.
Marinette crawled to the Ravenclaw table.
It had lots of Shield Charms placed around it.
"Incoming chicken!" Alya shouted.
With a flick of her wand, Marinette sent an entire baked chicken back at the Hufflepuff who had tried to hit her with it.
"This is insane!" Alya grinned. "I've never been in a food fight before, but with magic, it feels twice as fun as a regular one would be! Does this usually happen around Christmas?"
"No, I'd say this is a first," Marinette responded, maneuvering around flying bits of macaroni casserole. "Alix and Kim challenged each other to a food fight. The loser has to ask the winner to the Yule Ball. Alix wants to make an alliance with the Ravenclaws. That's why I'm here."
"Why shouldn't we? All of those who want the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws to be allies, say I!" Alya shouted.
"I," said most of the Ravenclaws.
"THE RAVENCLAWS AND GRYFFINDORS HAVE FORMED AN ALLIANCE!" Alix yelled.
"That's not fair!" Kim yelled, standing up on the Slytherin table.
"It is too!" Alix hollered.
"THE HUFFLEPUFFS AND SLYTHERINS HAVE FORMED AN ALLIANCE!" Kim cried out.
A large strawberry shortcake collided with his stomach like a sugary, frosting-covered missile and knocked him off of the table.
"Let them eat cake!" Alix cackled.
The plates thought that it was time for dessert and they refilled themselves with sweets.
Wands were eventually forgotten and the students found just as much enjoyment in throwing food with their bare hands.
Back at the Slytherin table, things were going just as bad.
"No! My hair!" Chloe shrieked.
Her normally golden coiffure was laced with mashed potatoes and maple syrup.
"It's ruined! Utterly ruined!" she whined.
Meanwhile, Adrien was having the best time of his life.
He and Nino had formed a fortress out of used dishes and placemats and chucked cupcakes at other people like professional baseball players.
"I'm glad my father's not here to see this! He would have a fit!" Adrien grinned.
"I'm going to take a long, long shower after this. I have bread crusts in places where there aren't supposed to be bread crusts," Nino said.
"Who do you think is winning the fight?" Adrien asked.
"If I had to take an honest guess, I'd say neither," Nino shrugged.
"Then we'll just have to fight harder!" Adrien said.
Just then, a pie was thrown.
And it landed on Headmaster Fu's face.
Everyone in the room froze, except for Chloe, who continued to sob about what horrible things extra virgin olive oil would do to her skin.
Adrien refrained from throwing a cupcake mid-pitch.
Marinette had three strawberry crepes and an over-easy egg in her hands and her pigtails dripped with soy sauce.
The left lens of Alya's glasses was smothered with ice cream and sliced carrots plastered her sleeves.
Nino had a large piece of jellied and buttered toast stuck to his forehead.
The pie tin slowly fell from Headmaster Fu's face, which was now covered with white filling.
"Coconut creme. My favorite," he remarked.
Not a single comment was heard.
"I'll let this food fight continue for five more minutes. Then those who need punishment will be punished. Freeburrow, I must say that you really do look silly with enchiladas in your beard," he chuckled.
Headmaster Freeburrow embarrassedly combed through his beard with his barbeque sauce-covered fingers, only making things worse.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Resume the fight! This should be interesting," Headmaster Fu said.
Torrents of food whizzed over (and landed on) everyone's heads for the next five minutes.
With a flick of Headmaster Fu's wand, all of the food disappeared.
Except for the food that was stuck to people's bodies and robes.
"Will the party, ahem, parties that are responsible for the food fight please step forward?" Headmaster Fu asked.
Alix and Kim were pushed forward.
"I see," Headmaster Fu said. "Three weeks of detention each. Now, what inspired you to start this food fight?"
Alix mumbled something under her breath.
"Speak up," Headmaster Fu commanded.
"TheloserofthefoodfighthastoaskthewinnertotheYuleBall," Alix quickly muttered.
"We're not getting anywhere with this," Headmaster Fu sighed. "What sort of dare is this, Kim?"
"Uh...the...l-loser...of the food fight….has to...has to a-ask….the winner..to be their partner for the Yule Ball," Kim hastily explained.
"That backfired, obviously," Headmaster Fu said. "Nobody won. Rock-paper-scissors would be a better way to resolve your romantic issues, no?"
"I have not got any-"
"As if I could be in love with a bloody idiot like him-"
"Most ridiculous assumption I've ever heard-"
"You must be barmy in the head-"
"We're not even friends-"
"But if it really boils down to a game of rock-paper-scissors, we'll just end it with that," Alix huffed.
She chose scissors and Kim chose rock.
"Now you have to ask me-"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Alix grumbled. "Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?"
"I can't hear you~" Kim sang.
"Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?" Alix shouted.
"Sure!" Kim smirked.
The students cheered.
Someone wolf-whistled.
"Shut up, we're not even dating!" Alix whined.
"While I am happy about you two being partners, we must go to my office to further discuss the details of your detentions," Headmaster Fu interrupted.
He led the Gryffindor and the Slytherin out of the Great Hall.
"All of this. All of this could've been solved with rock-paper-scissors," Marinette groaned.
"Last one to the showers is a rotten dragon egg!" Alya yelled, dashing to the Ravenclaw Common Room.
Everybody clamored to get to the showers first.
Marinette shook her head and droplets of soy sauce settled onto her shoulders.
"This might take a while," she laughed.
She hummed and walked towards the prefects' bathroom.
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"Kumar's staring at you again," Sophie Montgomery whispered.
Eve straightened her back and bewilderedly looked around, almost knocking her History of Magic textbook off of her desk.
"I was joking," Sophie giggled. "You should ask him out to the Yule Ball! I'm pretty sure he would say yes."
"I'd like to, but no," Eve frowned. "We've been neighbors since we were kids, and he only sees me as a friend. Maybe I can go with William."
"You deserve someone much better than my little brother. Someone like Kumar!" Sophie said.
"Okay, I'll ask him out!"
"Really?!"
"No."
As much as she liked Sophie, Eve wasn't afraid to admit that Sophie could be a bit pushy at times.
But still, Eve appreciated the Ravenclaw girl's offer of friendship.
Attending a new school didn't feel as scary when she had a friend.
Eve hadn't expected to be chosen as the Mystrik champion.
In fact, the only reason she had submitted her name to the Goblet of Fire was because she was sure that her crush, fourth-year Kumar Khatri, would be chosen as the Twynebud champion.
If Eve was the Mystrik champion, she had the chance to compete with Kumar.
She wouldn't ever let that rat Ernest Skeeter ever find out, though.
Eve was very good at secret-keeping and lying through her teeth.
But Kumar wasn't chosen.
A second-year girl named Samantha was.
And she was paired with a Joltcastle third-year boy named Nick, whom Eve could never recognize because he had a habit of changing his appearance every day.
Which meant that Eve was paired with fourth-year Christopher Sterling, also known as Kumar's best friend.
Eve had tried to get him to talk about Kumar during the first task, but the guy barely said ten sentences to her that night.
So she scrapped that idea and continued pining for her crush, still unnoticed by him, just like the past eight years.
Everything would change now.
She was going to ask him out.
He always hung around in the hallways after classes, usually reading while leaning against the wall.
Eve peeked around the corner.
He was there, as to be expected.
Sophie appeared from the opposite end of the hallway.
"Oh! Hey, Sophie!" Kumar grinned. "I was waiting here for you...since you walk down this hallway every day...uh, I've always had trouble asking people questions like this, but...Will you be my date to the Yale Ball?"
Eve felt like she had been shoved underwater.
No, no, it's not happening, she thought. It's not happening, it's a dream, she's going to say no, you can trust Sophie, she's your friend, your only friend besides Kumar.
"Yes!"
Eve was drowning, she couldn't swim, she needed air, she needed to breathe, and she was running, running, running-
"Eve?"
"Yeah?"
"Eve, I was wondering if we could be friends forever! Best friends!"
Four-year-old Kumar handed her a snowflake clip.
"Merry Christmas! I hope you like it! Wear this as long as we're best friends, alright?"
"That means I'll never take it off!"
She put the clip in her hair.
"Thank you, Kumar!"
She rushed out of Hogwarts and the winds of winter enveloped her.
Her fingers became numb and she couldn't feel the freezing snowflake clip as she yanked it out of her hair.
We're no longer friends, are we? Eve thought.
Forever.
What a lie.
She scanned the lake for an area that wasn't completely frozen over.
She found her target and was ready to throw the clip into the lake.
It was too bad that Eve didn't see the dark butterfly that landed on it.
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Oh. So, uh. The things that have happened while I was gone:
I watched The Devil Is A Part-Timer and Your Lie in April. Twice, for the latter.
I finished every episode of Axis Powers Hetalia and the movie and I've been consumed by the fandom.
I also watched Voltron: Legendary Defenders.
I read lots of fanfiction for multiple fandoms.
I spent way too much time on Pinterest.
I procrastinated.
I've learned how to curse in British English, Italian, German, French, Spanish, Dutch, Icelandic, Belarusian, Japanese, and Chinese.
The anniversaries of the start of my fanfiction account and the publication date of my first story, as well as The Magic Between Us, happened.
My birthday passed.
I drew multiple pieces of fanart.
SEASON FREAKING 2 CAME OUT.
SIX episodes of Season Freaking 2 came out.
Hawkmoth has been revealed to be Gabriel Agreste.
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Part Two of this chapter will be out within a week or so. No promises. Adios for now.