A short recap of the last chapter:
(I feel like I'm writing a recap for a soap opera or something, but whatever, I spent about ten minutes coming up with it.)
Tony calls for a test to determine whether Saskia is his niece or not and they lose Natasha in the process, Saskia reveals that she would rather be in England than America in the Stark tower and Tony shows her to her floor; Thor comes with extremely grave news, Loki is coming to Midgard as a part of his punishment, he almost reveals the wizarding world to the Avengers but Saskia's glare which she had been able to master over the years cuts him off with the promise to find a way to murder him even if he is immortal.
A description of this chapter:
The DNA test comes back positive, Saskia sort of explores her new floor, the condition of wizarding Britain is revealed, Saskia kind of has a flashback, Hermione and Saskia's parentage is revealed (Even though none of you was curious of it the first place). Though Saskia's not as much as Hermione's.
Warnings: Mentions of homosexuality and war.
If you don't like this, then for God's sake, what are you doing reading this book?
I'm driving here I sit
Cursing my government
For not using my taxes to fill holes with more cement
Tear in my heart - Twenty One Pilots
No-one's POV:
A few hours later
"Uh congrats, Tony. You're an uncle!"
"What! I mean, there was always a possibility that I could have a sibling, considering good 'ole Dad's reputation, but I never actually thought that I would be an uncle."
There was a moment of silence as if the two men were waiting for Saskia to say something like, 'Oh my god, I'm the niece of the great Tony Stark, he is so amazing and I have to tell my friends about this immediately' and then to whip a phone out of seemingly nowhere and start texting with fingers flying across the screen with a spider-like grace that all of today's youth seem to possess while texting.
But instead she said, "Can I go now, I have more important things to do than this and I've already wasted enough time with this rubbish" Both the other people in the room stared at her, both thought something along the lines of, 'What happened to the girl who trembled at the thought of needles, who seemed so very scared, who looked like she was terrified of her own shadow who was in the room a couple of hours earlier, is this some kind of elaborate mask that needs wearing down to show her true self.' Tony spoke, but it was on a completely different subject "You can go but I am giving you a curfew of 11 o'clock is that clear."
"I'm sorry, but I can't do that," The girl said
"Then what can you do?"
"You just need to trust me, and you do realize that if you don't let me go I'll leave anyway."
The girl walked to the lift and entered it, waiting until the doors closed before asking JARVIS to go to floor fifty, once she got there and after seriously contemplating how much the lift's speaker would be missed if it somehow went 'missing', she explored the huge floor, when she got out the lift she was faced with a blank corridor and a door with a couple of different locks on it that she made a mental note to set those soon. Once she entered the huge apartment she was faced with a living room with a comfy looking L-shaped sofa with what seemed like a million throws and pillows on it and a big TV that dwarfed the wall it was hung on, it had some gaming stuff hooked up to it d the walls were painted royal blue that she knew one of her friends would love *cough* Percy Jackson *cough* and smiled, she then walked through a door and saw it was a small kitchenette and table with four chairs surrounding it, it had a combination of green, dark grey, and blue tiles with a little fridge stocked up with food. The girl exited the room and made her way to another door, this one was a bathroom she then entered the last room which she found was her new bedroom it looked very cosy. The bed was king of the universe size and was drowned in pillows and blankets, there was a big bookcase and it was filled with books of varying languages, but mainly in Norse as it was the language the came easiest to her, there was a huge fluffy rug that made her want to dive into it and stay there, but she knew she couldn't, she had a job to do. Scrunching up her nose in concentration, she apparated into the battlefield that was once known as Diagon Alley, gone was the joyous location where people shopped for their school supplies and hung out with their friends, and in its place lay was a shell of its former self, the once happy streets now radiate hurt and despair as beams of energy varying in many colours shot from all corners of the derelict buildings.
Hitting both sides making them fall like puppets with their strings cut, their last moments painted on their faces some frozen in eternal terror, some set in grim determination, and in a few cases, a small smile. People from as young as thirteen shot spells meant to kill their opposition, the very embodiment of darkness, people who wouldn't even blink if told to kill their family, and would do so without a second thought, they were called the death eaters and only answered to their leader, Voldemort, the most feared wizard in the magical community and kills without remorse. The alley was littered with bodies from both sides, the once bright buildings, dull and as lifeless as the corpses that surrounded them, devoid of any light that may have encompassed the buildings, replaced by only darkness which smothered the place like a thick blanket making it hard to breath for most fighting for the light side as they had only just been introduced to the major battlefields. Medics sprinted around the field of death directed by their head healer, Poppy Pomfrey. Most of St Mungo's had fallen around the same time as the ministry which had succumbed to the promised power of the dark side, the once majestic building now in ruins.
Saskia sprinted across the battlefield to where her best friend, Ron stood next to her other best friend Hermione who was studying a map, both were tense as if they expected to be attacked at any moment. "Have Forge and Gred completed operation infiltration"
"They have successfully bypassed his camp and have set the traps they should be coming back now, as if on cue the twins made their way over to the tent the three friends were in and as they entered, a faint ground-shaking boom was felt causing all those of the dark side to stop their fighting to wonder what the Hell the explosion near their camp was leaving themselves open to an attack, over half of the Death Eaters fell because of those few seconds they left themselves exposed. "I'll take it that it was a success then." She said addressing the twins.
"Yes, commander,-"
"-The mission was a success-"
"-The enemy base has been infiltrated-"
"-And our team are now-"
"-Raiding the camp." They bounced their speech between each other like a tennis ball.
"Commander, would you go to Hogsmead, that's where our most inexperienced are, so they may make some mistakes and we all know that we cannot afford another one of those, especially now we're so close to ending this pointless war, it's been going on for that long, I think most have forgotten what it's original meaning is."
"OK 'Mione" The girl who was known as Genesis on the battlefield as she and Lord Voldemort started this war and she sure as hell will finish it said to her head strategist who on the battlefield was known as Lilith as when she had to fight it was like she was one with the shadows, and she apparated to Hogsmead and calling all of her troops in for a retreat and asking where their supervisor was after yelling at Kathryn Hahn, one of the head Valkyries for allowing her most inexperienced troops march into battle unprepared, she really didn't want another mishap that could cost lives. Her spies were only just getting over the deaths of their best, Severus Snape, or as he liked to call himself when on missions, Alan Rickman. No one knew why he liked to call himself that and when they asked him, he would say, 'A tribute to an old friend who unfortunately lost a battle of his own.' And would look extremely sad for a bit so no one pressed on the subject.
The girl who should have been too young to even think about the deaths of soldiers, friends gave instructions to a group of soldiers who should still be worrying trivial teenage things like how they look and if so and so likes them, aging from thirteen to fourteen with an older mentor, because what better way to learn how to fight than to actually fight in the terrains they would fight in as unsupervised she apparated back to base and asked if Hermione would be able to step aside for a couple of nights, after giving her trust to her second-in-command and instructing the poor boy who went by the name of Steven Pinker to activate operation 007 (She always did have a soft spot for muggle fiction) and left.
As the two left Hermione asked, "So what is so important that you need me to take a couple of days off just to do it?"
"It turns out I have this uncle who doesn't want me to go anywhere or do anything, hell he even attempted to give me a curfew!"
"'Kia," The war-hardened girl said to the other, cautiously, "That's just what overprotective adults do when it comes to children."
"But that's the thing I've only known him for a day and he feels the need to dictate over the things that I do." She had basically raised herself in that small, damp, dark cupboard before she got to school and finally knew that other people cared about her and what she did, so the young adult wasn't used to having a parental figure other than the faint glimpse of a long forgotten memory; her mother feeding her, telling her stories on other languages that only she and her mum could understand, congratulating her with a voice full of joy as she took her first steps, and crying, pleading in her final moments, begging Voldemort to kill her instead, her mother's body collapsing like a broken puppet and a woman who looked to be in her early twenties with a half rotten face showing layers of muscle and bone and bits of peeling bluish-gray skin, yet on the other half was skin a white as snow, ruby red lips, luscious silky black hair, green eyes that were almost identical to the woman lying next to her and her daughter, yet at that moment in time filled with poison more potent than anything on the earth that Lilly Evans, no Lily Potter as she had taken the name of that ridiculous mortal boy to mask the scent of her daughter. The woman fell to he knees and cradled the fallen body in her hands before releasing a cry of pure anguish that left even the emotionless finding tracks of tears running down their face, the small girl Saskia started bawling her eyes out but reached through the bars of her cot as if to try and comfort the strange woman that seemed oddly familiar yet when she woke up from that dream she could never put her finger on the feeling, it always seemed oddly familial though. So as a young girl she would dream that it was a long lost aunt or grandmother from her father's side of the family come to whisk her away from the dank cupboard she called a home as her aunt took great pleasure in stamping out all hope she had that her mother had any other sisters after she brought up the dream in the back of her uncle's car on the way to the cinema, Mrs Figg had broken her mandible tripping over her favourite cat, Peggy needless to say she wasn't her favourite now and Petunia's friend who Vernon always forgot the name of and thought her last was Homer (the friend's name was, in fact, Jodie Comer and was a very good actress meaning she was busy most of the time however when it came to having a cup of tea with Petunia if she was in the area she would normally drop in. It was the only time Saskia was allowed out of the cupboard to do anything but cook and clean, she was also given a semi-decent dress to wear so she wouldn't dirty the furniture with her dirtiness.'I am glad to say that there was only your drunkard freak of a mother and me, we didn't have another freak in the family and if we did, why would you care you're more of a freak than your mother'
'I had a dweam about a pwetty lady who looked like my Mummy, I thought she might be family.' The small girl said, not able to pronounce her Rs correctly. Girl, what have I told you about proper pronunciation, you are to read the dictionary out loud until you can pronounce everything correctly.'
'Y-yes aunt Petunia.' The dictionary was the only book Saskia was allowed to read until she was required to go to school and was exposed to the huge world of books from fiction to nonfiction, fantasy to sci-fi, horror to dystopian, she read it all. The library was her sanctuary, she knew Dudley would never even think about setting foot in there to pick up a game of 'freak hunting' with his friends. There she even made her first friend nice boy who went by the name of Collin, he was in the year below her but they still got on fine as they both had been alienated by the rest of the school which was wrapped around Dudley's little finger, well the student body at least, the teachers were thoroughly on the side of the outsiders as they seemed more studious and respected everyone, even those who alienated them, they formed a rag-tag group and called themselves the outsiders after a book that they all liked and identified with, minus the murder and gang fights of course, well, maybe the gang fights, but not the murder they felt like they were the greasers and Dudley and the rest of the school was the socs. But anyway back to Saskia's conversation "Well then he feels responsible for you and wants to protect you." Hermione said.
Time skip to a few days later:
"But I don't neeeed to be protected." The younger girl whined and created a set portkey so she could use it as many times as she liked, "'mione, hold on. We're going to America 'cos you're going to help me convince my uncle and everyone he lives with that I need to go away for undetermined long times for the sake of our world and many others, oh, and don't worry about not telling them about magic, I've got permission from the gods to tell them seeming as though I'll have to live with them!" She said with fake enthusiasm. The older girl held onto the glasses case and Saskia said the password which was 'Lily-flower' which was apparently her 'father's' nickname for her mother. And they appeared outside an extremely tall building with a huge 'A' on the front. Saskia cast a scourgify herself and then on Hermione, who knows how dirty they were from the battlefield, and entered the building going through the huge metal detector "Welcome Saskia, you do not have your security badge, I suggest you get a guest one from the desk." So she and Hermione did and Happy no longer looked like he was going to have a heart attack. They went through the scanner again and JARVIS said "Welcome Mrs Potter, would you like me to tell Tony that you have somehow arrived on his doorstep when you appear to still be on your floor."
"Yes please, JARVIS. Could you also get everyone to go to a meeting place, I need to tell them something."
"OK, Mrs Potter, who is the lady next to you so I can add her to my database?"
"My name is Hermione Granger and I'm here to help 'Kia to tell her uncle and the people who live in this tower what she needs to say."
The two girls entered the lift and told JARVIS to take them wherever the Avengers were which they later found to be the rec room. Clint was sprawled on a couch playing a game on the TV which was somehow bigger than the one on the wall of her living room occasionally yelling curse words at whatever it was that had offended him, probably a flaw in the groups defences, Natasha was playing with a knife and was perched on the pool table where Steve was playing with Bucky, and Tony and Bruce were having a sciency conversation. Saskia cleared her throat and they all turned to look at her, "How did you get out of your floor," Tony pulled out his Stark phone and checked, "you're still there!" The girl that no-one recognized but knew Saskia quite well turned and looked at her, "Of all the stupid things you could do, you forgot to-" She cut herself off and then muttered to her self, "Never mind."
Bruce, Bucky, and Steve looked at the newcomer all with the same expression painted on their faces, the one that said who the hell is this stranger. Tony answered their unsaid question, "This is Saskia, my niece who is meant to be in my care, but I can't look after her if she doesn't follow some simple rules."
"Well, I'm sorry for having something better to do than follow your silly rules."
"My God, have you always been this infuriating."
"Gods."
"What?"
"The right term is gods, there are multiple including the one God. And I'm sorry about Saskia, she's not used to people caring about her and she has practically raised herself. You get used to the fact that she has obvious issues about obeying rules over the years." The bushy-haired girl interrupted before either could get too angry and do anything that they would later regret.
"And just how long have you known Saskia?"
"Well since we were what, six?"At Saskia's nod, she continued, "So eleven years or thereabouts. Oh, I'm Hermione by the way."
"Hello Hermione, why are you here?"
"I'm here to help Saskia explain something important that can not wait."
"What, what's so important that Saskia here is sneaking out of my supposedly safe tower with multiple people who would know if you left like it's nothing."
"Shall we tell them what's going on and then get proper introductions underway? I mean it's not like the ministry will crack down on us."
"What ministry?"
"The ministry of magic. To put it bluntly, magic is real and there is a secret society of people like Hermione and I, witches and wizards."
"You must be joking," Tony scoffed, "magic is something you tell to small children in fairytales."
"I can assure you, Mr Stark-"
"Tony."
"What?"
"Call me Tony."
"Well then, Tony, magic is most definitely real, as real as you and I, and I can show you if you'd like."
"OK then, show me." Hermione then proceeded to do the same piece of magic Professor McGonagall showed her parents when they didn't believe her, she turned the pool table into a pig.
"And you," Tony said turning to Saskia, "how does this involve you?"
"I'm surprised you haven't figured it out yet, I also have magic, though I would prefer not to show you as it can be rather," She paused for a second os if trying to find the right word, "violent."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that recently I've been overpowering the most mundane spells when using my wand-"
"So don't use your wand."
"Exsqueeze me?"
"Don't use it, your wand, use your hands instead."
"But no-one but Merlin has been able to do that, and he's been dead for a good nine hundred years. He was the original, he trained the freaking founders who went on to become some of the most powerful people in wizarding history." She said, her voice becoming increasingly louder and faster, "So no, I don't think I can.
"'Kia, it's always worth a try."
"Fine" the headstrong girl ground out, weighing the pros and cons of doing such a thing, but gradually her natural curiosity won over her pessimistic thoughts on how it wouldn't work. She tried a simple Luminos and to her surprise, it worked (She had forgotten about the wandless magic thing back in chapter one, she had bigger things on her mind) "So there, there's your proof that magic exists, can we continue?"
"Yeah," Tony said reluctantly.
"The wizarding world is in deep trouble, to say the least, we've been at war for over twenty years, opposing a man who uses the alias, Lord Voldemort, think of him as a modern-day Hitler, he wants to 'purify' the wizarding community. To kill all those of 'dirty blood' like Hermione and me when our kind is the ones that are keeping our world from falling, without the introduction of new blood we would have died out years ago. I should explain, in the wizarding world there are three… let's call them tiers, at the top, they are the first class, the purebloods, basically, the ones that force cousins to marry just to keep their family's blood 'pure'. There are the ones in the centre, they are the second class, the half-bloods like me, the ones borne of a pureblood and a muggle (a non-magical person) or a muggle-born. Those are the phenomena, the ones born with no magical blood in their system whatsoever until them like Hermione here, they are the third class, the ones looked down on, the purebloods even have their own variation of the n-word for them," She turned to Hermione, and murmured "Do you mind if I show them your scar?" At the older girl's nod, she pushed up her sleeve where there was a jagged knife wound that led into an inscription that reached her shoulder. It said 'mudblood' they all gasped, even Thor who had just walked in the room to announce his and Loki's arrival, though that was for a different reason. There were two war heroes just standing there in the middle of the room, one of them being the Genesis, the other being Lilith, a woman who normally stays out of the battlefield unless it is absolutely necessary, and when the two worked together, there was nothing that could get in their way.
When Thor opened his mouth to speak, he let out a squeak and just stood there with his mouth open.
"What my brother means is that as you can tell, we have come down so I can serve my time on Midgard. And hello there, Granddaughter." from the teams gaping faces and Tony's gaping face mouthing 'how' over and over, Loki could tell that she hadn't told them yet. "How have you not told them about the gods yet," Loki looked puzzled, "What have you been doing?"
"Explaining the magical community as that seemed direr to say, seeming as though 'I' am sitting on my bed reading a book at the moment." Her Grandfather nodded and seemed to accept the girl's answer. For now. "Also is it that hard to believe that the gods in their immortal life would come down and to the," she took a pause before dramatically saying "The devil's tango." Steve looked confused until Bruce took pity on him and explained that the 'Devil's tango' was just another word for sex, he then turned an unflattering shade of blotchy red-pink and looked embarrassed.
Tony couldn't help but butt in, "But who would want to do it with him." He said waving insensitivity in the general direction of Loki, Saskia scoffed before saying, "Say that to half of my family." Loki raised an eyebrow, form flickering back and forth from a poison scarred face to the slightly friendlier one of the faces that the Avengers were used to.
"Well yes, Alex is still dating Magnus, Magnus then has extended family of his own, meaning Annabeth, Percy, Nico, Tyson, TJ,-"
"Hang on wait, did you just say TJ, as in civil war TJ, as in dead TJ."
"Well yeah, where did you think all warriors go to, heaven, oh no, they go to Valhalla, I hope one day you make it there, though you wouldn't be on his floor you would be on the floor for, how old are you," She quickly did the math in her head, 121! So you'd be going to possibly Peggy's floor. Anyway, shall I continue with the names, where was I, oh yes, Nancy, Rachel, Sadie, Carter, Amos, Mycroft, Grandmummy, Aunts Harry and Clare presuming they are back together and Harry's back out of rehab, Bianca, Kufhu… Oh, I could go on for ages,"
"But isn't
Kufhu a baboon, of course, but he is still intelligent enough to hold a proper conversation unlike some." Anyway, So there's this huge war of which I have to command, no idea why I mean 'Mione would be a better leader than me."
Hermione glared at the younger girl, "You know bloody well why."
"Oh gods Ron's rubbed off on you, no actually, it's my Papa when he catches Dad doing something stupid like pretending to have committed suicide and not showing up for two years, I thought Papa was going to replace him with that awful woman, what's she called, oh yes, Mary"
Tony butted in, "Um, should I be doing something about your home life if one person you live with-"
"Dad." she interrupted, "It's my dad who faked his death, but then it was to keep safe, Papa, me, Mrs Hudson, and possibly Molly, I do faintly remember them having a fling once. And you do not need to call the social services, yes I do see your right hand inching towards the phone in your trouser pocket, your increasing twitch in the eye indicates a nervous tick, but you're not nervous, so neglect from the mother, no not the mother, she was the kind one, but the father, he had no hand in raising you, did he, oh, he did, making you quickly angered by child neglect after going through it. Oh and you were obviously desperate to please him if the old childlike hope in your eyes have anything to go by and the fact you are folding and unfolding a piece of paper in your left pocket and judging by the fact it is blue with white squares on it suggests construction paper, you invented one thing that your father took notice of, so it had to be big, the fact that it has creases all over it you resent the paper but always try to make it look like it hadn't been crumpled up hence the smoothing of the paper every time you fold it." She then turned to what looked like thin air and asked: "So, how did I do, also how long have you been standing there."
"The whole time, the explanation of magic was rather long-winded though," Hermione rolled her eyes at the man and his partner "Well Dad, some people just can't let their small, mundane, pedestrian brains that magic is real. So," She said, pointedly changing the subject "how did I do?"
"You missed one small detail. One so small I barely noticed it was there, I'm sure John knows," He turned to the smaller man, "Do you remember when we first met, that insufferable man from Barts introduced you to me?"
"Of course I do, you asked me Afghanistan or Iraq, then decided that we were going to be flatmates, and sprouted out some facts about me in the process, getting my sister's gender wrong! Oh and then I remember you mumbling about me not minding children and you left" The smaller man - John - exclaimed.
"I thought we agreed never to talk about that."
"You said that to my empty chair with Paganini stood there. I went out to get milk." He looked slightly accusing. Hermione snorted "Well you know what Dad's like when he's got a case."
"I'm sorry, but who are you?"
"Hermione's dads, Sherlock and John Watson-Holmes, it's a pleasure to meet you," John said.
"What exactly do you do for a living because last I heard, Sherlock was a fugitive, and dead."
"That was two years ago, Sherlock was right about Moriarty, as usual, his name was cleared and next thing you know he's walking around alive."
"OK, but there's one thing I don't get, how is Hermione alive, she looks like a genetic blend of both of you."
"I can tell you that one," Tony turned to face Hermione, "My Dad had a study partner in uni in between his rather illegal acts, he somehow impressed her with his intellect, in fact impressed her enough to reveal something, that she was the Greek Goddess Athena and would grant him with a child that would look like a perfect combination of him and his other half, soulmate, if you will and a couple of months later I was laying in a golden basket with a letter, one in Ancient Greek that only I could read at the time before Dad decided to learn which took him a few hours, I remember being quite annoyed with him and the fact that he had read the letter meant for only me. Anyway, a bewildered John moved in seven years later so I was eleven and was at my first year of Hogwarts. So that's how I'm alive."
"Now can we get onto proper introductions. Let's get into a circle. Can I go first, I'm going first? Hi, I'm Saskia Potter or Evans, also known as the Genesis."
"Hi, I'm Hermione Granger or Watson-Holmes, also known as Lilith."
"I'm Sherlock."
"Hello, I'm John and I'm often called Dr Watson or Dr Watson-Holmes if they remember."
"I'm Natasha, also known as the Black Widow."
"'M Bruce 'nd 'm also known as the Hulk." He said quickly not pausing for a breath.
"HI, I'm Tony, also known as Iron man."
"Bucky, also known as the Winter Soldier. "
"Hello, I'm Steve also known as Captain America."
"I am Thor, God of thunder."
"Do you have any relation to four, God of numbers." Saskia couldn't help but say and Hermione snickered.
"I am Loki, God of Mischief and lies."
"Yo, I'm Clint, also known as Hawkeye."
PLEASE READ
A quick note, I won't update this story this month or so because:
A) School has started so I have less time to write, and B) I am currently writing one-shots about Lily and Hela and Sherlock and John to get to know them better and to make sure we all have a better grasp on their side of the story and to just have a back story to their relationships so they have some sort of substance to it so they do not seem sudden and shallow, while we will see a lot more of Sherlock and John, Lily and Hela will be mentioned a lot less frequently so you won't get to see as much character development as you will Sherlock and John as, of course, Lily is dead and Hela is banished to Niflheim, and C) I am a huge procrastinator.
Just so you know, Saskia can leave America and the Avengers tower but she has to return within a week (I was reading through it and spotted the blatant plot hole, at least it was glaring, flamboyant and dressed in the colours of the rainbow to me, but I think I was the only person who really saw it)
Which I, the author, will call an apartment from now on
What else can I say, It had all the necessities in it like a bath, shower, toilet, and sink, what do you want me to do, describe the toilet.
May he rests in peace.
I had to name her favourite cat after my own.
And lo I, the author have been cursed to name all Rick Riordan characters she knows to exist and probably more, please stand by while authorbot.3000 reboots.
I couldn't help but add that small bit one day I will do a proper story on this but for now, this will have to do. If you can't tell I've been having a bit of a Sherlock marathon and in doing so, discovered Sherlock fanfiction, I scoured the internet and there was not one Sherlock is Hermione's dad fanfics that I could find, and then Sherlock/John put the icing on the cake, and sometimes while watching, I can't help but want to bash their heads together just to see what would happen, ya know.
I would definitely recommend reading the outsiders or at least googling it if you haven't read it at some point in your life.
Also, I will give you ten virtual blue cookies if you can tell me who the lady that Saskia remembers is.
Oh, and this is Saskia's playlist:
playlist/0IWx4o4DZc8XnzVLPJRpSy?si=dYi0p_SoT5aX7L-UGa3m6w
If the link doesn't work then go to Spotify and type in Saskia, it should come up.
Also, I somehow just got an electric shock up the bed of my fingernail.
Also, also, well done for reading down this far, here's a virtual blue cookie and a high five, please high five your screen now *She makes a sort of spastic motion with her hand and then realises that no-one is high fiving back, and I have the beginning and the end planned out, but I'm having trouble with the middle (It's hard and it's almost time to go back to school which is kinda depressing).