AN: Guest: Thank you :) I am glad you like it. I might do Lydia's POV, but I'm not sure if I know much about her to actually do her POV. All I really know is that she is in drama, unendowed, and that Manfred may or may not have a thing for her. Anyway, again, thank you for your review :)

When lunch finally rolled around, Zelda wasted no time with eating. She walked back a few paces in the lunch line, and quickly spotted Damian. He was chatting it up with two other first years in drama. Zelda sighed, and reluctantly walked over to him, reminding herself that she would need all the people she could get if she wanted to stop this dance.

"Come on," said Zelda, grabbing Damian around his pudgy bicep when she reached him.

"Now? I want to eat first," said Damian with an annoyed frown.

Zelda let out a sigh, and tightened her grip on Damian's bicep. The boy winced, but he said nothing, he just glared.

"Come now, it won't hurt you to miss a meal, or five," said Zelda, saying the last part her breath.

"Fine," relented Damian with a sigh.

"Good."

Zelda led Damian out into the garden, which wasn't actually a garden, but just a square of grass. Mr Weedon was there, he was trimming some trees. He paid no mind to the pair though, other than giving them a small grunt, and a glare, before returning to his work.

"So, any plans?" asked Zelda, sitting on a piece of rock.

"No, and it's hard for me to think on an empty stomach," grumbled Damian, resting his chin in his hands.

Zelda clenched her fists together, she was tempted to fling Damian across the garden, but she composed herself, he could still be useful.

"You better think of something fast, because if this dance does happen, I'm going to tell everyone you have a crush on Olivia Vertigo!" threatened Zelda.

Damian's face paled, and he stood up,

"T-That's not true!" he cried, clenching his fists together.

"Maybe not, but who is going to know that?" cackled Zelda, knowing that she had Damian right where she wanted him. She now knew that he would do anything she asked of him, and it was just perfect.

"Fine, I'll think of a way to stop the dance, anything else you need?" asked Damian with defeat. However, there was a look of hatred in his eyes. Zelda decided to ignore it, he was much too valuable to completely push away.

"Actually, there is something, find out if Lydia has any allergies or something," said Zelda.

Damian's eyes widened with shock, and he shook his head,

"You don't mean to kill her, do you?" he asked.

"No, no, I just want to humiliate her a little," said Zelda with a wave of her hand. On the inside however, she was imagining Lydia lying on her death bed, too weak to move, and wishing for the end become. The thought almost made her smile, but she composed herself.

"Okay, anything else?" asked Damian.

Zelda thought for a minute, she might could use him to get dirt on Tancred, but she wasn't so sure. Bone's crew didn't really trust Damian, so that was probably out of the question.

"Nope, but if I think of something, I'll let you know."

With that, Zelda turned on her heel, and walked back onto the school. Hopefully, she would still have enough time to eat. When she walked into the cafeteria. She saw Manfed and Lydia in there. Lydia was sitting on Manfred's lap, and she was playing with his ponytail.

Zelda clenched her fists, and set her jaw. Her heart began to pound in her chest, and hot tears of anger and sadness pricked her eyes. She couldn't, she wouldn't, believe what she was seeing. How could Manfred let someone touch him like that? Especially someone who wasn't even endowed? It didn't make sense to her.

"Zelda, what are you doing in here?" demanded a cold voice.

Zelda let out a small gasp, and looked up, she saw Manfred glaring daggers at her.

"I, uh, I came to get some food," said Zelda, wringing her hands together, as she shifted from one foot to the other.

"Why weren't you here with the rest of the people?" asked Manfred. He was standing up now to his full height of six feet two inches.

"I was doing other things," said Zelda, hoping that Manfred wouldn't care that she didn't alliterate.

"Okay, but next time eat with the group," said Manfred with a relenting sigh.

"Yes Manfred," said Zelda, trying to keep the sadness out of her voice. It felt like her heart was being torn in two. Not only was Manfred turning into a googly-eyed phony, but he was also treating Zelda like just another student, and not one of his friends. She quietly wiped a tear away, hoping that no one saw, as she walked out of the cafeteria, no longer having an appetite.