Hey everyone,
And with this chapter everything gets wrapped up. The last few loose ends get tied up and everything that I may think needs to get resolved does so. Now I'm sure some of you are a little disappointed that this story didn't go further, but I just don't know how to continue it without the story getting dull or repetitive.
Okay enjoy,
Venquine1990
Chapter 16
Tying Up Loose Ends
10th of September 1995
Hogwarts School
Rin-Gin's POV
The teachers weren't happy with it, but I told them I would only remain at Hogwarts until I was absolutely sure my call to the Criminals of the World had been either answered or ignored. When asked why, I had told them: "I am a Parisian, not a Brit." And while the faculty had not liked it, had they still agreed.
My friends had also been shocked that I had no interest in staying at Hogwarts and Hermione and I had had a little falling out as she just couldn't understand that I could do my O.W.L.s in France just as much as I could in England or why I would even want to transfer during – as she called it – one of the two most important years ever.
At this I had rolled my eyes and said: "Hermione, like it or not, but the O.W.L. tests of Hogwarts? They have been below sup-bar for at least three decades now. Plus, I don't think I will remain here long enough for me to miss too much of O.W.L. year material at other schools and I studied ahead all summer after my hearing."
The girl had been shocked at this and said that Hogwarts was the best, yet I had leaned against the wall of the hallway in which we were arguing and had asked her: "And who says that?" To which she had voiced a whole list of people, yet in the end I had smirked and say: "Yes, and all those people are Hogwarts Alumni."
Shocking the girl before I say: "However, if you were to ask Fleur what she thinks is the best school, she won't say either Hogwarts of Beauxbattons, even though the latter is the most popular in France. She would say the small Magical School that is located at the base of the French Alps. And she would be speaking the truth."
The girl looks shocked beyond words and I shake my head before I say: "Just read The Charter Of Education. It's a self-updating book on what makes the best school of the world the best and what is great about other popular schools worldwide. You'll see what I mean, though I do wonder if it's even in the library."
And as if I had insulted her, had the girl dashed for the library herself and I have not seen her since, unless it was for meals or classes, but just the fact that this fight happened exactly a week ago only makes me shake my head as it's obvious that my friend is too determined to prove me wrong to admit that the library has failed her.
"That poor girl." I can't help but think and then take a bite of my breakfast as the girl herself barely even ate her cereal before she dashed back out of the Great Hall and I tell Neville: "Hey, remind me to inform McGonagall of her favorite student going overboard in her studies – again." The boy nods and then asks:
"What are you going to do today? Train with your parents again like last weekend?" But I shake my head and say: "Mum and I agreed we would switch the weekends up. I'm going to study the text books for Alpoline School for Crafts and Magical Arts. Mum already got me signed in and only if I miss 2 months, will I have to skip a year."
The boy looks shocked and then Ron asks: "Why would you study text books for two schools? That I way too much work." Yet while Ron and I have been falling out over my desire to get into Alpoline school, has the redhead not made the same mistake as he did last year and so I only roll my eyes good-naturedly and say:
"I need to study both textbooks, Ron, because Alpoline has much more complex texts for O.W.L. year, plus they have different kind of classes that I managed to sign up for. If the study material for O.W.L.s was the same, I would only study our books, but I can't as it would make me fail my classes once I transfer."
And while the boy turns sad at the reminder that I might be leaving soon, do I then see the package I have been waiting for since taking the train to Hogwarts at the start of the month. This makes me smile, yet then I raise my eyebrow in confusion as the package itself is followed in another one that I hadn't been expecting.
To make matters even crazier, while the first is carried by several owls, is the second brought in by a huge anthropomorphic vulture that is also wearing a war military helmet and while the owls make a bit of room for the huge beast to land on the table besides their package and after landing does the vulture salute me.
Instantly I realize that this might be the signal I have been waiting for and I return the salute before the vulture takes to the sky, flying a honorary lap around the Enchanted Ceiling of the Great Hall before it easily squeezes through the one of the many holes in the front wall that allows Owls to fly in on a daily basis.
I then look at both the package that it brought as well as the package brought by the owls and I relieve them off it before feeding them some of my lettuce and then Dean asks: "What's in the package, Harry? A gift from your dad?" But I shake my head, knowing full well that I have everyone's attention and say:
"This is, at least I think, a response to my little call-out in the Ministerial Press conference during summer." And instantly everyone moves to either sit closer or stand up to get a better look and I myself take a deep breath as I have no idea who answered my call or if the answer will even be one I can come to like or accept.
I then look at the top of the package and see a very delicate looking handwriting that has three words written on the gruff looking wrapping paper: Honor Among Thieves. The paper itself also has four animalistic footprints; the long thin leg of a spider, the claws of a tiger, the paw of a bulldog and the claws of a rooster.
This makes me tilt my head a little and I mutter: "A spider, tiger, bulldog and rooster? I guess, those are the Contessa, El Jefe, Mugshot and General Tsao. A hypnotizer, war master, gun expert and ancient Chinese Battle Master? This might just be my lucky day." And with that do I unwrap the lint holding the wrapping paper together.
The string unties, the paper falls off a simple white box, yet the box seems stained with red marks and this alone makes me smile widely as Parvati asks: "Is – is that – is that – blood?" And this makes many of those around me shudder before I wedge my finger under the lid and flip it off, the contents being better than I expected.
A head with skin as white as a skull with a mouth that is actually shaped in a strangely romantic and gleeful smile, slits for nose thrills and eyes that are red as blood and also dead and unseeing; the head of Lord Voldemort himself lies in front of me and next to that, do I see a cut off arm that I recognize as someone's left forearm.
"They did it. They killed him." I mutter and instantly pandemonium ensues around the hall as everyone who has been able to see into the box snaps out of their shocked states and their shock and screams of amazement cause all those around them to start shouting and screaming as well, yet I ignore all of this.
Instead of that do I look at the Head Table as suddenly something that happened last Friday makes a whole lot more sense. It had happened in the early morning of the day, yet just before breakfast had ended when Professor Sinistra had looked up and stopped herself from reaching for her own left forearm before hurriedly leaving.
Since then the woman has not been seen and while I can barely believe that my Astronomy teacher is a hidden Death Eater, do I then take another look into the box and suddenly my eyes widen as the forearm is that of an elder female and is tanned to boot. This makes me cringe and think: "Wow, they did not go easy on her."
Then I sigh and pick up the package, motioning for Neville and the other package with my eyes and my friend nods before I move over to the Owl stand and while the teachers have tried calming their students down, do they only calm down when they see me move and instantly silence reigns through the hall once again.
This makes me smirk slightly and while looking up makes me see that Hermione – probably out of curiosity for all the yelling – has taken a seat at the edge of the Gryffindor Table and then I focus on the rest of the Hall and say: "Everyone, thank you for calming down again, cause I have a lot of things I need to address.
First of all, I know that Minister Fudge's last Press conference has convinced a lot of you to the truth about Voldemort's return and for that I am very grateful as else, I just know this year would have been very hard for all of us. With that being said, though, I have good and bad news that I need to announce to you all.
First the good news, which is that the call I made to those respectful to my father has been answered – and much, much faster than even I anticipated. Yes, students and teachers of Hogwarts school; Lord Voldemort has officially passed on to the next great adventure." And with that do I levitate the head out of the box.
Silence reigns for three full seconds before pandemonium again ensues, yet instead of just shock and astonishment, are the yells, shouts and screams now a mix of astonishment, fear, shock and – for some of those whose parents are Death Eaters – anger and raging fury, yet knowing what I do, do I not feel like letting this pandemonium rage on.
Instead of that, do I lie the head back down, pull out my cane and focus my energy on it before giving it a series of swishes and landing its now glowing tip onto the stone floor, causing for a shockwave to run through the floor and shocking everyone back into silence before they all look at me, their shock mixed with either awe or anger.
Yet I ignore the latter as I have been doing ever since school started as most of this anger comes from the Snake House, who apparently blame me for losing their Head of House, regardless of the man's crimes having become public, his attempt on my life having been in the paper or him having been addressed as Dumbledore's accomplice.
Instead of that do I calmly put my cane back in its holster and say: "Now, I'm sure many of you are wondering what the bad news could be. Voldemort is dead, the world's at peace, we're safe from murder and another war has been prevented. Unfortunately, his death – came with the cost of one of our staff."
Instantly all heads of three of the four Houses turn to the fourth, yet I shake my head and say: "I know only some of you have noticed it since it occurred on Friday, but apparently Professor Sinistra was at the battle that took Voldemort's life. How do I know this? Through this." And with that I levitate the arm out.
Yet as I do, do I make sure that everyone can see the heavy way that the forearm is burned exactly where the Dark Mark is on the arms of Death Eaters and while trying to remain calm and strong, do I say: "I do not know how we missed her or when she decided to join, but Professor Aurora Sinistra – was a Death Eater."
And this time silence continues to reign as not even the teachers seem able to believe what I am showing them as I make sure to turn the marked area their way as well before putting the whole package back together. And as I reclose the lids, does a Sixth year Ravenclaw ask: "So who killed him? Who finished off Voldemort?"
And while I smile at the fact that this young man calls the monster by his name, do I answer: "Four thieves that my father fought, defeated and send behind bars. Each of them either escaped prison or got released on good behavior. I am not certain of either, but I do know their names, thanks to the signatures they left on the paper."
Everyone looks at me and I say: "The team that assembled themselves after hearing of my part of the Press conference were El Jefe, who is a war expert, the Contessa, who specializes in hypnotism, General Tsao, who knows all of the ancient martial arts and Mugshot, who is a casino, robbery and weapon expert.
The vulture is one of the Contessa's signature goons and I feel kind of stupid for not recognizing them as she kept them quite close to her just before my parents managed to capture her several years ago and the fact that it was her goon and not that of the others makes me believe her hypnotic powers play a vital role in his demise."
"And so did you." A first year suddenly shouts, yet I shake my head and say: "No, I do not. My mum, dad, uncle Bentley or anyone who is a member of the Cooper Gang could have made the call and they still would have probably answered it. I play no vital part in this. This event is theirs and theirs alone, even if the victory is shared by us all."
Everyone looks shocked and I turn my head as I say: "Please understand. I made the call because of one vital reason. Fourteen years ago, I became famous over something no one really knows about. Something that shouldn't have even been possible and something that had a horrible effect on the name I used to carry.
I used to be a Potter and yet, that name got completely trampled underfoot due to a fame that was based on nothing but speculations and expectation. And the worst of it all, that wasn't even my birth name. It was the name of two people who risked and sacrificed their lives – for a child they knew wasn't even theirs."
Here many eyes turn wide and I look up in slight anger as I say: "Lily and James Potter are practically nobodies to many of you, while it was their magic, their love and their abilities that defended me that night and saved me. I may not truly know what happened that night, but I do know one thing." Here everyone leans forward and I say:
"I. Was. One. Year. Old." Everyone looks shocked and I say: "I was an infant, a toddler. I was no different from Ron Weasley or Draco Malfoy or even Susan Bones. I was one. I had no extraordinary powers, I had no magical abilities far above my age. I had no special gifts bestowed on me by my father's line. I. Was. One."
The whole hall is silent as I say this and I go on: "And yet, the entire magical world believed I had done the Potter's job. The entire magical world celebrated the survival that was made possible by two people who had adopted me. The entire magical world started believing in something that can only be described as a robot.
Yet, I am not a robot. I may not be human, but I do have feelings. I am only 15 years old. I have barely ever done anything you guys wouldn't be able to do. The only differences between you all and me is my anthropomorphic being and the fact that Dumbledore was adamant on making me fight someone 50 years my senior.
Why he was so adamant on that I will never know and will never have to care for again. Voldemort is dead, the world is at peace – and I'm leaving for Alpoline School of Crafts and Magical Arts this very weekend." I end the entire speech with determination and rock-hard conviction, causing another final wave of shock.
I then walk back to the Gryffindor Table and say: "Yet, while I may do so, do I not plan on leaving my friends – my true friends – empty handed or with the belief we will never see each other again. I am not that kind of person. So, I called Sirius and asked him to make me something he told me he and James used quite, quite often.
He came through and right on time as well. Ron, Neville, Fred, George, Ginny, Luna, Angelina, Katie, Alicia, Susan, Hannah, here you all go." And with that do I hand all of them simple looking mirrors that are hand sized and have a wooden frame around them. The group looks shocked and I smile at them before moving on.
Keeping one mirror on hand, do I move over to Hermione and say: "Here you go. It's a Two-Way mirror. It works if you tap this corner with either your wand hand finger or your wand and say the name of the person you want to talk to. Just remember that there is a time-difference between here and France, okay?"
The girl looks at me shocked and I smile at her, giving her a two-fingered salute before I say: "See you on the other side." Before picking up my own, having already sensed that the man had charmed it like a Port Key as the magic had somehow reminded me of last year and with a tug behind my navel, do I vanish from Hogwarts' property.
Same date, a little earlier
Ministry for Magic
Minister's Office
Fudge's POV
Things have been more or less dull since Cooper and I held our little unexpected joined press conference yet there have definitely been events that happened, the biggest of which being the students being told at the Start of the Year Feast that McGonagall has taken over from Dumbledore as Headmistress.
It had, in the end, led to students overwhelming the teachers with questions as to why this happened and so I had held another press conference at the Great Hall to explain this and to say that students and teachers alike were shocked at what I told them would be an understatement, even though I did not tell them everything.
No, the Wizengamot and I were agreeing on the fact that not all of Dumbledore's crimes should be revealed and luckily enough had the man's Trial not been visited by any reporters, yet at the same time had the Wizengamot pressured me on the fact that we still need to move onto with the second half of the man's trial.
Personally I would rather just leave the man where he is now, yet I can get why everyone else wants to continue the trial as they just want to feel as if they can close at least the chapter on one Dark Lord in their lives, yet even though they are pressuring me, do I feel like stretching it out until I get some kind of signal.
And that signal shows itself to me as I walk into my office and spot a box sat on top of my desk, yet the red liquid that slightly drips from the bottom of the box instantly sets me on the defense as I can't help but wonder how something like this could get into my office before suddenly a suave voice speaks up and says:
"They asked me to deliver this to you." I look to one of the darker corners of my office and see Cooper's father, the famous thief Sly Cooper, standing there with his arms crossed and his cane in one hand before he looks up and says: "Also, I'd change the visitor's entrance, if I were you. It makes getting in for me way too easy."
And while I cringe at this, do I ask: "So, who asked you to do this again?" And Sly shrugs as he says: "Four of my former enemies who seem to fit into the category my son called out to a few weeks ago." Shocking me and making me look back at the box with shocked trepidation before I take a deep breath and move over.
Then Dolores comes in and says: "Good morning, Cornelius – how did he get in here?" She suddenly shouts as she sees the Raccoon and the being mutters: "Without challenge, that's how." Shocking her before I take another deep breath and then find a way to delay me having to open the box as there is a note on the top of the box.
Taking the note instead, do I feel my stomach almost disappearing and pushing my early breakfast back through my body to be expelled as only a sentence and four names are written on the note, yet the implications of the text makes me feel both extremely worried as well as sick to my stomach as I read out loud:
This may perhaps be considered grotesque, yet we have proved to live up to the call.
El Jefe, the Contessa, Mugshot and General Tsoa
This makes me gulp, if not to get rid of the clump in my throat than more to push my breakfast back to my non-existent stomach and while working my hardest to gather as much of my courage together, do I raise my trembling hands to the latches of the box and pull them apart – and instantly jump back with a yelp of shock.
This makes Dolores shout my name, yet Cooper remains calm and says: "Yeah, it's pretty gross." And when I look at him in anger for having opened mail meant for me, does the Raccoon roll his eyes and say: "Give me a break, as if I am going to deliver a package from criminals to the Minister without checking it first myself."
And I have to give the man right before taking a deep breath, yet then Dolores shouts: "WHO'S IS THAT!?" And with that, while really not wanting to do so, do I look back into the box where a heart that is no longer beating yet is still dripping small drops of blood is lying in a pillow of cushions made of spider silk.
"Who's do you think? Halloween has finally been fully completed, Lily and James have been avenged for their sacrifice – and now my wife and I will take on where they left off with our son and going to take him back home to France." And while it takes me a few seconds to realize what he is saying, do I then look up and ask:
"Wait, you are going to do what with your son where?" to which the man rolls his eyes and says: "Yeah, turns out that old Dumbles never took Rin-Gin either here or to the Muggle Ministry to give him an English citizenship. He's a born French and the Alpoline School for Arts and Magical Crafts are already expecting him.
Turns out, they too send Rin-Gin an acceptance letter on his Eleventh birthday, only old Dumbles changed those and the ones Rin-Gin got from other schools into Hogwarts acceptance letters. And crazily enough did the number of schools that wanted Rin-Gin grow every day in the week leading up to his birthday – his Potter birthday."
This shocks me senseless and Cooper shrugs as he says: "I blame my wife." Making me understand that he means Carmelita Cooper's reputation as a top notch Inspector for Interpol and I can't help but nod before the man smiles at me and says: "Well, Sirius should have send off the Two-Way mirrors by now, so – nice seeing you again."
And with that does the man bend down and then jump up, the power of his jump strong enough that he leaps straight into an open air vent in the ceiling, leaving Dolores and me shocked and baffled before I look back at the box and as I look at the still heart of the monster that caused 11 years of suffering, does my resolve reaffirm itself.
"Dolores, gather the Wizengamot. We are taking down the rest of Dumbledore's trials. Also, alert the Press. I will be giving a Press Conference tomorrow and I will allow each of the tabloids and news-papers to release one article each and only one newspaper on one day and a tabloid on the next and then one the day after, etc."
The woman looks at me shocked, yet I glare at the heart and think: "Time to close up two chapters, not one." And with that I snap at the woman, pulling her out of her stupor and into her role as a professional, making it so that the entire WIzengamot, a team of Aurors and Hit Wizards and several Unspeakables are soon gathered up.
Three hours later
I myself sit back in the same seat and room as where I sat when we first trialed Dumbledore and look at the entire room with an iron-will look on my face, my resolve to get all of this over with and start the kind of Ministerial career I have dreamed off for years at long last, yet by the end of the trial, I am glad that I postponed the press.
Dumbles' other crimes are just as horrid as the ones he admitted to in the first trial and they leave me with the same feeling as I did when first seeing the box delivered by Master Thief Cooper, yet before Dumbledore can hear his sentence, do I get my chance at a bit of personal payback as I tell him and the crowd about the package.
"The criminals Rin-Gin called on have answered his call, Dumbledore, and they did what you could have done years ago. I present to court – Lord Voldemort's heart." And while hundreds of voice scream and shout in disgust, does Dumbledore's complexion turn whiter than snow as he sees me floating the organ above its box.
"This – this – this can't be. It – it – it had to be Potter. It HAD TO BE!" The man shouts, yet I snap back: "NO! IT NEVER HAD TO BE POTTER AND NOW IT WON'T EVER HAVE TO BE EITHER!" The man looks shocked and then I take a deep breath to calm down my anger at his words and go on as I say:
"Furthermore, you will never have control over Rin-Gin again. You messed up, Dumbledore, and forgot to give him an English citizenship all those years ago. The French Ministry has ordered Carmelita and Sly Cooper to return them their citizen and the parents have done so. Rin-Gin is out of your reach – forever."
And with that did I end the trial, the other members of the Wizengamot commemorating me on my speech as well as the sentence I came up with, namely that Dumbledore's own magic and the magic linking him to Hogwarts still would be changed so that, instead of it doing what it had done before it now does the opposite.
"And so, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, we hereby sentence you back into the hold of the Unspeakables and that their magic can make sure that, instead of your name and titles earning you a magical sense of respect from your peers, your magic will make you be remembered as the worst thing to have ever happened to Hogwarts.
You will nevermore be remembered for your defeat of Grindlewald, but rather of raping and turning him Dark. You will nevermore be remembered for your work with Flamel, but of stealing his money for your own benefit. You will nevermore be remembered for the 12 uses of Dragon Blood, but of stealing national treasures.
Your greatest acts will be forgotten and all of your crimes will go down as legends in history. In the name of the Wizengamot, so I have spoken, so shall it be known." And with that, while the man looked ready to either die or faint, did I slap down the gavel in my hand, sealing the man's fate and legend for all eternity.
Yet even this did not come without consequences as it seems that the man was unwilling to remain alive in a time where he would be remembered like I have said and so, instead of willingly accepting his fate, the man actually turned his own magic into a ticking time-bomb and before we all got duck for cover, did he blow himself up.
His body exploded outwards, his magic turned inwards and sucked the magic from some of us before blowing it back into our faces and parts of his own magic turned violent as it shot at us from all angles, causing some of the Wizengamot members to scream in pain as they couldn't duck for cover and got hit instead.
Instantly after the explosion though and before I could personally recover from what I just witnessed, did Amelia and the Unspeakable from before take the lead, the Unspeakable calling on his team members to collect what ambient traces were left of Dumbledore's magic and Amelia ordering the Aurors to escort the injured out.
Dolores had been one of them, yet to my regret had I later found out that she had tried to use a Shield charm against the magic, only for her own magic to fail on her and turn against her, making it so that when she got hit, her magic started killing her from the inside, causing her so much pain, the Healers had to take her down themselves instead.
By now I am back in my office, a large glass of Firewhiskey in my hand and several bottles of different wine and liquor on my desk as I swirl the liquid around in my glass does Percy Weasley come from his office and ask: "Minister, permission to inform my family? They are close to Po – Rin-Gin after all."
I nod at the boy and say: "Just make sure you're there when I hold my conference tomorrow, Percy. Else, you're dismissed for as long as you need." The boy nods and smiles gratefully before using the Floo in his own office to leave. Yet I don't, I stay where I am and just try to focus on the swirling liquid in my hand.
"Dumbledore is dead where he should have been an Unspeakable Prisoner, You-Know-Who is dead and Aurors are investigating his crime scene and Cooper has left England for France with his family, leaving the Cooper Order behind with nothing but a ton of Two-Way Mirrors. Even Black has left with them, so he's no longer a threat."
Yet while all of this should have made me feel ecstatic and highly proud of myself, do I instead just feel empty inside and feel like I just lost both the two Muggle wars of this century as well as the wars against Grindlewald and Voldemort at the same time and as I look at the glass of wine, do I think: "Why do I feel like this? Why?"
And while I don't notice how I have muttered the last word out loud, does a tired voice then answer: "Because while the whole thing ended right, it started out the wrong way." And when I look up, do I see Amelia standing in the front door of my office, me feeling shocked, yet motioning her to take a seat before she says:
"Cornelius, this whole adventure started with Dumbledore kidnapping Rin-Gin Cooper. That has now been solved, but the whole dispute that started these revelations started with you disbelieving a young boy on his claim of the return of his parents' murderer. And while that is both Dumbledore's fault, it is yours as well.
And because Cooper left and started a new life before you could prove that you can make it up to him, do you now feel as if the sentence of Dumbledore and the murder on Voldemort are just empty gestures. You're trying to do the right thing to a boy that has been wronged too many times – yet you got that chance taken from you."
And while I just don't understand how the woman can read me so well that she understands me even when I do not, do I ask: "So what do I do?" And the woman smiles at me as she says: "Help Minerva fix Hogwarts. Dumbledore has been Headmaster there for several decades. He has left his mark, even on her and you know that.
Even if you reveal his actual crimes, even if he doesn't get a portrait in the Headmaster's office, she will still try to keep Hogwarts running the way she thinks he would want it to, because she is that loyal to him. You need to help her see past that loyalty and see where her true devotion should lie. And I will gladly help you with that."
This makes me smile at the woman and I say: "It won't be easy, you know." To which the woman makes me laugh as she says: "Why do you think I became Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement? Do stick my wand up my nose and lean back?" And with laughter and determination, do I set myself to my new goal.
THE END
Hey everyone,
Well, that didn't go as I had planned, but I am still very happy with it. Also, what did you think of Rin-Gin's speech, Sly's cockiness and Dumbledore's sentence as those, alongside Cornelius getting a new goal as minister were my favorite parts of the chapter. And personally, I think I gave this story a proper ending.
Also YES, there may be a sequel where Rin-Gin deals with a new school, mixing new friends with old friends, learning from both Alpoline as well as his parents and Sirius playing a major role in both his life and the life of the Cooper Order that has stayed behind in England to help the Ministry out.
However, if I do make a sequel, don't expect a villain. Not Harry Potter like, not Sly Cooper like. There may be an antagonist or two who will try to make it hard for the Cooper Family and Rin-Gin at school, but I won't make an active villain who needs to get defeated by the Cooper Gang and then arrested by Interpol.
This won't happen for the very simple reason that I feel as if we have closed off the villain part with the deaths of Voldemort and Dumbledore. I don't feel like creating someone like I did for A Letter to Change It All when there is already so much that I can base a sequel on. There are still loose ends and the sequel might tie them up.
We'll see, who knows,
Venquine1990
PS. If the sequel comes, expect it sometime next year.
PPS. I have a new Poll up in regards to Venquine's Mind, please check it out.
