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Lily smiled to herself as she and the girls walked down the hallway in the direction of the Head's Dormitories. As a way for all of them to recap what had happened without being interrupted by anyone else, they had planned days in advance to have a sleepover in Lily's dorm the night of the ball.

Lily, however, was now thinking that this could be a bad idea, particularly because James had informed her that the Marauders were planning to do the same thing. Or at least talk for a few hours before sneaking around and setting up some pranks.

And secondly, Lily wanted some time alone to berate herself for her actions at the ball.

I was with someone else! She thought unhappily. Why did I even kiss him?

Because you love him, the voice in her head told her. You want to hold him- you want to hug him- you want to kiss- Oh, you've already done that.

Lily shook her head, trying to get the voice to leave, but to no avail.

"Lily?"

She just shook her head again.

"Lils!" Cai shouted this time, and Lily looked at her.

"Yes?"

"Finally, you've come back from your daydream."

"Yeah, what were you doing-" Ash asked.

"Dreaming about Jamesie-poo?" Stephanie finished.

Instead of Lily shaking her head (Yet again), she nodded slowly as the girls looked on in shock.

"What?"

Lily sighed, and hung her head. "Guys, I feel like a… a… a very stupid person."

"Eloquently put," Cai said with a giggle, but stopped as Lily glared at her.

"Can we talk about this in the dorm?"

The girls nodded, and watched as she murmured the password and walked into the common room.

"I place my bets on James kissed her," Stephanie said.

Ash shook her head. "Nah, I think she just realized what Davey was trying to do." All three girls rolled their eyes, remembering how, after the school had been informed that James was wearing navy blue robes (By Sirius, of course), the other boy had quickly purchased a set.

Cai thought pensively for a second, and then blurted out, "I think Lily kissed Jim-bob, and is about to do something incredibly stupid." The other two girls looked at her, before Ash gasped in horror.
"Oh no," She moaned, "Sirius and his mistletoe." Cai nodded, but before Stephanie could say something Lily stuck her head back into the hallway.

"Are you three coming?" She asked, and the girls followed her into the room without a second thought.

As they settled themselves around the dormitory floor on conjured bean-bags, conveniently having changed into their pajamas, Ash decided to break the ice.

"So, who had a great time?" She asked, grinning.

"Woohoo!" Cai suddenly shouted, and then looked at everyone quizzically. "Oh, whoops, thought we were going for them whole 'yay!' theme…" Seeing everyone's looks, she quickly shut up.

"Anyway…" Stephanie said, as expecting another outburst from the blonde, "How were everyone's dates?" She rolled up the sleeves of her long-sleeved shirt to her elbow, and sprawled out on the chair.

"Completely perfect," Ash sighed, and the girls looked at her curiously.

"Ash, you didn't go with anyone," Cai pointed out blatantly, and Ash mock-glared at her.

"I know," She said cheerfully, "But the last dance…"The girls all smiled, having seen Ash dance with Sirius.

Stephanie cleared her throat, and said softly, "Peter was just too nice. And he's handsome, and adorable, and smart, and… he doesn't mind hanging out with you lot!" The girls all gasped in mock-indignation, before breaking out into giggles.

"So, Cai, how was Andrew?" Lily asked casually, and they all laughed as the blonde blushed.

"How was James?" She countered, and Lily paled slightly. Noticing this, Cai continued on the previous subject.

"Well, he was so nice. I haven't seen him in a year, so it was great to see him, and he's promised to visit Abuela's this summer so we can hang out, and he said that he'll get me backstage passes for their tour next year because he knows I want to meet-"

She stopped as she noticed she was babbling, and grinned. "Well, anyway, it was nice."

The girls all chuckled, before the other three turned expectantly to the lone red-head of the group.

"So?" Ash asked excitedly, and the other girls chimed in.

"Yeah, how was he?"

"What happened?"

"Why-"

"Enough!" Lily said seriously, "Davey was a… sweetheart. He's very nice, and-" Catching the glares of the other girls, she sighed.

"I suppose you meant James?"

They all nodded furiously, and Lily sighed again.

"Guys, do I really-"

They all nodded again.

"But-" She was cut off by the door opening.

"Lily?" James said from outside the door.

"Yes James?" She answered.

"Can I come in?" Looking around at all the girls, she said,

"Sure."

He came in slowly, but didn't shut the door.

"Lils, I just wanted to say-" He was the one to be interrupted this time by the sound of breaking glass.

"Ooopsie!" They all heard Sirius say loudly, and all the girls turned to James for an explanation, but he shrugged.

"I'm not sure how he even got something that was breakable," James mused, "We've already charmed all the windows to not break, and we all know to never bring glass bottles in here… but anyway, I just wanted to say-"

He was interrupted again by what seemed to be Peter yelling, "Oy, Sirius, put me down. Sirius! I don't like heights- Remus! Help me!"

Rolling his eyes, he quickly said, "I know that the guys are here tonight, but if they're really bothering you, send someone over and we'll tone it down." Rushing out of the room, they heard his voice shouting, "Sirius, put Peter down now! And no, I don't want a skylight, and most definitely not made out of broken firewhiskey bottles!" He seemed to pause for a second, and then yelled quite loudly, "Why would I even have firewhiskey bottles?" as if to redeem himself to Lily.

The four girls broke out into laughter yet again, but sobered as Lily sighed for a third time.

"So?" Cai prodded, and Lily glared at her before answering.

"Well, thanks to Sirius and his mistletoe-" Here she broke off to glare at Ash, and Stephanie interrupted.

"I knew it! I knew James would kiss you!" Seeing Lily shake her head, the girls looked on in a bit of shock.
"You kissed him?" Cai asked, and Lily nodded silently.

The girls suddenly jumped up in a victory dance, and started cheering, not noticing tears coming down from Lily's eyes. Cai was the first one to notice after a few minutes, and immediately sat next to the girl.

"What's wrong, Lils?" She asked, and immediately took Lily's hair out of its ponytail and started to braid it.

"It's just… I'm a horrible person!" Lily sniffled. "I go to the ball with one guy, and then kiss another when I don't mean to, and now I've made a horrible mess of things! I'm not ready to do anything about this!"

Surprisingly to her, all three girls looked like they knew what she was talking about. She narrowed her eyes slightly, but continued speaking.

"And I feel so absolutely horrible about it!"

"Why?" Stephanie asked. "This is probably going to be the happiest moment of James' life."

Lily hung her head. "No it won't," She murmured.

"Again, why?" Ash asked.

"'Cause it can't go anywhere, and that's what I'm going to tell him in the morning." The other three girls looked at her in shock.

"I just can't do this!" She tried to explain. "I'm just… it's just… he won't want me! He'll be with me for a day, and then he'll get tired of me, and besides, I don't deserve him, and I'm a fre…" She trailed off as she realized the other girls were glaring at her.

"Lils," Cai said gently, "What are you talking about? James loves you. And you are not a freak. I know that was what you were going to say." The other two girls nodded their agreement, and Cai was about to continue when another crash interrupted her speech. Suddenly realizing there could be a lot of problems in the morning if Lily continued down this path, she decided to speak with the boys about it.

"I'm going to go see what that was," She told the girls, nodding meaningfully in the direction of Ash and Stephanie. The girls nodded back, and Ash waved her wand in the direction of a muggle stereo and it started to play. Cai slipped out of the room, and was halfway across the common room before another crash occurred. She ran the rest of the way over, and noticing the open door put on speed so she could run in and jump on James' bed.

However, she did not count on Remus closing the door a split second before she got there.

"Oomph!" She muttered as she ran into the now closed door. The door slowly opened, and Remus peeked out.

"Cai?" He exclaimed, and immediately helped her up.

"Ouch," She murmured. "That hurt. Never shut a door in my face again." Remus started fussing over her, and she grinned.

"Oy, Cai, what d'ya do now?" Sirius drawled from inside the room.

"Just be lucky that I'm a chaser and not a beater!" Cai shouted cheerfully before walking into the room and flopping down onto James' bed.

"Oof," James murmured as she sat on him, but nothing could keep the smile from his face.

"Sorry Jim-bob," She muttered off handedly, and sat pensively on his pillow. After a few minutes of her musing, the guys looked at her.

"Er, Cai?" Peter asked. "Why are you here?"

"Oh!" She exclaimed. "I need to talk to James."

"Should we leave?" Remus asked, noticing how James' grin seemed to deflate somewhat. Cai looked to the boy in question, and when he shrugged, the three guys took this as their cue to leave.

"Come back in in about fifteen minutes, all right?" She murmured as they left, and inclined her head slightly in response to Remus' nod.

"So, Cai," James said hesitantly, "What prompts this conversation?"

- -

"So basically," James summed up, his good mood completely gone, "Lily feels as if kissing me was a mistake, and that it can't go anywhere because her parents…" He trailed off as he looked at Cai, and exclaimed, "Well, that's a completely absurd reason! She needs some happiness right now!"

Cai rolled her eyes. "Well, you try telling her that." She sobered up as the severity of the conversation hit her. "Jim-bob," She murmured, "Something's really wrong with her, now. I mean, I sort of accepted it in the beginning. It's a part of her, she just has to try and work things through on her own. But now she's throwing away the best thing in her life, for someone who almost got his eye knocked out by the willow," James silently cheered at this point in the conversation, glad that he had the support of his love's best friend, "and because she feels like she doesn't deserve anything good to happen to her, because Tuna- face has completely rotted her mind and has-" She cut off as Remus poked his head back in.

"Is everything okay in here?" He asked, looking at the two of them. Cai, in turn, looked at James, who shrugged again.

"Yeah," He replied, "You guys can come in now."

"Just remember what I said before," Cai reminded James as she started to leave. "Don't do anything about it now. I'll try and bring her around." She ruffled his hair fondly, before slipping out of the door and walking back across the common room, this time at a slightly slower pace.

- -

The dance was all that was on the minds of the students as they sat in the Great Hall for lunch on Saturday. Firstly, they were wondering how on earth James Potter managed to snag The Purple People Eaters for a private performance. Secondly, they were wondering how on earth he was still alive after kissing Lily Evans under the mistletoe. And thirdly, they were wondering how he was going to survive a good arse-whooping.

Well, in reality, only one person was wondering that.

"Potter!" Davey Gudgeon bellowed as he walked up to the Gryffindor table, coincidently right behind where Peter and James were sitting.

"You rang?" James asked dryly, trying to clear the pumpkin juice from his ear where Peter had spilled it upon jumping in fright due to the loud noise.

Seething, Davey continued his rather brisk walk until he was nearly nose to nose with the Chaser.

"You… you… you…"

"-Should really wear that color more often, Jamesie, it really brings out your eyes," Sirius supplied.

Sparing a split second for a glare in the direction of the black-haired ruffian, Davey began again.

"You… you… you…"

"-Should come with me to a karaoke bar and we'll sing and dance the night away?" Sirius provided again. This time both Davey and James looked at him strangely, and Sirius felt as if it would be best to just stay out of this conversation.

"You…" Davey tried to look down into James' eyes, perhaps to seem more menacing, but as James was now standing (and a good five inches taller), the effect went to waste.

"Yes, Gudgeon?" James asked, somewhat impatient now that his breakfast time had clearly been interrupted for a terrible reason.

"You stay away from my girlfriend!" He finally managed to finish.

"Congratulations, you finished a senten- What?" James asked, astounded as he finally realized what Davey was saying.

"That's right," Davey said with a smirk, "You stay away from my girlfriend. I-"

"You don't have a girlfriend, Gudgeon," James muttered, slightly shocked. "She wouldn't go out with you, she just wouldn't…"

"Too late, Potter. Too little, too late. She's going out with me. In fact, we're going to be late for our date to Hogsmeade, so if you wouldn't mind, I'll be off and about. On my date." He reiterated for what seemed to be the fifth time.

"Have fun!" Peter called out, waving gaily and ignoring the glares he received from both Remus and Sirius. When he finally noticed them however, he asked, "Why would we not be happy he has a date? Its absolutely horrid trying to find a good date when all the good ones want to go out with you lot. I mean…" He trailed off as Remus started mouthing something.

"Well, I mean, flowers can be nice to give a girl, but where can you find a lily at this time of year?" And a split second later. "Oh…"

- -

A very disgruntled Lily was walking down the streets of Hogsmeade fifteen minutes later.

"Just to clarify," She said loudly, "Where are we going?"

"To a great little restaurant I know," Davey replied, huffing for breath as he made sure she was still with him.

And a few minutes later, she was still walking with him down the streets.

"Are we there yet?" She asked him, quite annoyed at the situation. She had been planning to spend the day with the girls, coming back early to do some homework and just think about what had been going on in her life. However, that plan had been scratched when a pitiful Davey Gudgeon had accosted her and practically begged her to come with him to Hogsmeade. Annoyed, but still feeling guilty because she had kissed James, she had agreed to go with him.

Now, however, she was regretting that decision as they seemed to finally come to their destination.

"Voila!" Davey exclaimed, as Lily gaped in horror at the frilly pink lace-edged curtains and the eminently visible kissing couples.

"Er…" She stalled, "Why don't we go to the Three Broomsticks? I've been here before… I'm allergic to lace. Cupids make me dizzy. The food isn't all that great. They use a certain kind of almond extract that makes me break out into hives. They…"

Davey ignored her efforts to stall, and dragged her in there.

"Table for two," He proclaimed to the extremely rotund Madam Puddifoot, "Under the name 'Davey Gudgeon'."

"Of course, Mr. Gudgeon, of course!" Madam Puddifoot replied, whisking them away to a secluded table in the back. With a wink, she handed them small menus (One side pertaining to a list of coffees and teas, on side pertaining to various cakes and puddings) and seemed to sashay back to her post at the "welcoming station".

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Lily sighed as she tried to prop her head up on her hand.

"And so I tried out for the quidditch team in fifth year, but they couldn't take someone of my skill… they were worried that I would make the other players feel insignificant."

"How interesting," Lily put in, and prayed to Merlin for Davey to change the conversation topic.

He didn't.

"So I'm planning on trying out for a few teams when I graduate. Nothing too big to start out with, of course, just the Magpies or-"

"My friend plays for the Magpies," Lily said monotonously, and then tried to backtrack as she realized what Davey might try and ask her. "I mean, not really a friend. A sibling of a friend. W-"

"Brilliant!" Davey exclaimed, "Perhaps you could ask them to put in a good word for me!"

"-e're not even close at all. Hate each other, in fact," Lily continued. "We never got along. Nope. Never."

"I knew you would do it!" Davey said cheerfully, and grasped her hand, drawing tiny circles on her thumb with his own.

Lily shuddered slightly. Davey was turning into a repeat of Gilderoy Lockheart, and if the change was complete, the rest of this day would most definitely not be pleasant.

The conversation continued as it had been for approximately the next thirty minutes, only interrupted by the ordering of tiramisu and tea. Lily, for all her efforts during her five minute bathroom break, could not convince a house-elf in the kitchen to put a sleeping draught in Davey's tea. Dejected, she dragged herself back to their table.

"So now, Lily, I was thinking that maybe we could get to know each other a little better." Lily rolled her eyes, but thought that maybe this conversation would be a little better than the previous.

A dismal twenty minutes went by, during which Lily learned that Davey's favorite colors were maroon and lavender and had eaten her way through nearly every item on the menu, minus those containing said almond extract, because Davey had apparently paid attention during her protests and did not want her to break out into hives, mo matter how much Lily had been lying at that point. She had also run through all of the muggle movies she had ever seen, listed all of her favorite actors, and had mentally reorganized her closet including her shoes, which as every girl knows takes a good amount of time to do.

She had now taken to speaking every time Davey paused to take a breath, although not intelligently.

"So Lily,"

"Splendid."

"How was growing up with your muggle family?"

"Amazing."

"I'm entirely fascinated by many muggle objects,"

"Of course."

"I took muggle studies and although that really does help,"

"Really?"

"I was wondering if you could take some time and show me how some work?"

"Splendiforous."

"Because I bought one of those TV's over the holidays, but it's broken, and I was wondering if you knew how to fix it."

"Argumentatively sound."

"And- what did you just say?"

"Er…" Lily tried to think of what her last reply had been, as well as what Davey had been talking about, when she spied movement outside the window.

To be precise, she spotted a certain group of four boys and three girls walking down the street.

She conjured up a piece of parchment and wrote a quick note, folding it up in the shape of a paper airplane after she was done. Muttering Transporto Plagiarius under her breath, she watched as the plane flew out the door as it opened to admit yet another couple and hovered in front of James' face. She watched as his face lit up in glee to be getting a note from her, and then watched as his eyebrows narrowed and his quite handsome face looked through the window.

Quite handsome face? She thought. Where in the name of Merlin did that come from? Trying to get back to the subject at hand, she tried to feign interest in Davey's speech while hoping against all odds that James would come up with an ingenious plan to save her.

Or, in other words, come up with more pointless exclamations to say. Since 'argumentatively sound' had ended the previous discussion about muggle objects, the next conversation, which was about Hogwarts classes, should begin with…

"Zero tolerance."

"Precisely my views about people with below an A in N.E.W.T. classes. They should be kicked out, no questions asked."

"Marco polo."

"Excuse me?"

This time Lily was saved by James bursting through the door, looking around, and then running towards her.

"Lily," He said, exaggeratingly panting. "I'm so glad I found you."

"And why would that be, Potter?" Davey asked coldly.

"Because Dumbledore needs us for a meeting," James promptly replied. "He found me just as I was leaving, and asked me to find you and let you know. He wanted to try and catch us before we left for Hogsmeade, but you and Davey left so early there was no time."

Lily wasted no time in getting to her feet and shrugging into her cloak, which was hanging on the back of her chair.

"Terribly sorry, Gudgeon," James said, "Hope you understand." He grabbed Lily's hand and dragged her out, while she smiled sadly at him and said, inspired by a muggle movie she and the girls had seen recently,

"Use the force wisely."

Once they had left the immediate vicinity of Madam Puddifoot's, they both burst out into laughter.

"Use the force wisely?" James repeated, visibly succumbing to his laughter as he collapsed on the ground.

"I ran out of other things to say," Lily said, weakly trying to defend herself, as she covered her mouth with one hand to hide her giggles. She helped James up, and they stood hanging onto each other as they still chortled.

"Ah, glad to see I have finally found you," Professor Dumbledore said from behind them. They spun around and released each other, a light yet visible blush staining both of their cheeks. "Mr. Potter," He said, inclining his head in the young man's direction. "Miss Evans," He continued, looking at Lily intensely, the twinkle in his eyes nearly gone. "Miss Evans," Dumbledore repeated, "If I could have a word with you, in my office." Without waiting for a reply, he took her by the arm and started to shepherd her towards the gates.

"Wait, Professor!" James yelled after a moment's hesitation. "What do you need to talk to her about?"

The elderly Professor turned around, and gazed piercingly into James' eyes.

I'm terribly sorry, James, He heard in his mind, But I must speak with Miss Evans alone. I will most likely be in need of your assistance in an hour or so, so perhaps it would be best if you stayed in one of the common rooms or the kitchens so I can get in touch with you quickly. Without an uttered word, Dumbledore turned and brought Lily with him, while James somberly went to his dorm, feeling as if something would happen that would cause Lily's world to come crashing down, yet again.

- -

Lily stared at the ominous looking box currently located on Professor Dumbledore's desk.

How can it even be ominous looking? She mused. It's just a box…

When Dumbledore cleared his throat she nearly jumped, but managed to stay in her seat.

"Miss Evans," He started, "I just received this in the post this morning." Lily looked at the box knowingly, and sighed.

"Mrs. Brown sent this to me once she was able to procure it. She is terribly sorry that she was not able to get it here sooner, and wishes that she could have been here with you during this time." The severities over with, he rested his chin on his hands, and looked Lily in the eye.

"Miss Evans," Dumbledore murmured, "How are you?"

However, Lily did not hear his question, for she was far too busy thinking about the box.

It's going to hold everything that I don't want to see… everything I thought I could move past. I don't even want it. If I had my way, I would throw it against the wall. Although that might be a bit hard, because now that I think about it, it's made of wood, not cardboard. A more satisfying crunch might come from throwing out the window. Although Abuela might have charmed it, in which case it wouldn't break. Hmm, it does seem more like a trunk, now that I look at it. I could pick the lock just to thwart it, and then break it open piece by piece, successfully ruining the life of said trunk…

After sighing, and trying to regain control of her wayward and rambling thoughts, she looked at the box again.

I can't really blame the box, She thought. It's just bringing me the bad news. It didn't ask to be the messenger. It probably just wants to stay at home, leading an uneventful life where it isn't blamed for anything. I-

"Can't blame the box," Lily said out loud.

"Yes, Miss Evans," Professor Dumbledore replied.

"Because it really isn't the boxes fault," She continued. "The box didn't ask for this to happen. The box didn't want this to happen."

"Precisely, Miss Evans."

"The last thing the box should want is to be blamed for bad news. The box had no say in the matter."

"Yes, Miss Evans."

"So the last thing anyone could do is to blame the box for…"

"Correct, Miss Evans."

Lily took a deep breath. "So, what you're saying, is that the box could hardly blame themselves for bad things happening that they had no control over?"

Professor Dumbledore nodded, and before he could say anything else Lily had tears pouring down her cheeks. Grabbing the box, she ran out of the room before he could stop her; going, presumably, to her dorm in the Head's Rooms.

With a snap of his fingers, a house-elf appeared at his elbow. Professor Dumbledore leaned low, and asked politely, "If you could, would you please give a message to Mister James Potter for me?"

The house-elf nodded quickly.

"Very well, please tell James that his presence is required in the Head's Rooms. Also, please inform him that if Miss Evans is not located there, it is of the utmost importance to locate her. She needs to be watched over, to make sure she is not harmed."

The elf nodded again, for he liked both James and Lily, and disappeared.

- -

A subdued James Potter walked quickly to his dorm. Tagnot, the house-elf who made the most spectacular treacle tart, had just told him that Professor Dumbledore requested that he return to his rooms, and if Lily was not there to find her.

But find her he did.

"Shh, Lils," He murmured, wrapping his arms around her and sitting on her bed. "It's all right."

She angrily wiped her tears on his sleeve, and looked at him.

"I'm not crying," She insisted.

"Of course not," He replied, rubbing her back softly to calm her down.

"And the box can't be blamed," She whispered with a hiccup.

"Of course no- excuse me?" Lily just shook her head and then leaned it on his shoulder.

"I didn't want to look at this," She said quietly as she picked up a piece of paper from the box.

"All of your parent's things?" James asked, just as quietly. Lily shuddered, but then looked at him.

"You've known all along, haven't you?" She asked, and he nodded. "Since when?"

"Since right after the snowball fight," He replied.

Lily looked shocked, and straightened up. "You've known since then?"

"Well, Sirius has known too," James told her sheepishly. "We figured out together."

She just sighed and murmured, "Thanks for giving me time," before she put her head back on his shoulder, absentmindedly picking through the box.

- -

"And this was my mum's favorite picture of me," Lily said with a smile as she picked up a photograph. It was a wizarding photo, and featured Lily with-

"This was when Sirius and I charmed your hair to be purple!" James exclaimed. "And then you-"

"-Charmed both of yours to be my color of red." She finished with a smile. "Mum loved the fact that she had a picture with some of 'my people', as Tuna put it."

James picked up a document containing a few addresses and some numbers. Handing it to Lily, he remarked, "This looks like it could be important."

Lily smiled. "They left the house to Petunia, of course, but they left me some money. I don't really want it, but… oh well." Her smile got even wider as she picked up a stuffed rabbit.

"Thumper!" She exclaimed loudly. "I thought I had lost you!" Looking at James, she explained. "Bambi is my favorite movie, and for Easter one year my mum got me a stuffed rabbit toy. Of course, I named it Thumper, and we put it out every year for Easter. Mum would even take a picture of him on the table with Easter dinner once I started spending that time here…" She trailed off as a tear made its way down her cheek, and during that time James made a split second decision.

"Lils?" He asked, and she looked at him again. "You don't have anywhere to go for Easter hols, do you?"

She shook her head, but then added, "You know we don't go anywhere. It's just a week, and no one usually goes home."

" But we're seventh years!" James exclaimed. "It's a rule that we have to go home!"

"Really?" She asked dryly.

"Well, not in the rulebook… but that's what seventh years do!"

"It doesn't matter, anyway. I have no place to go. No way in my right mind would I go and willingly spend a week with Tuna-"

"You can stay with me."
To say she looked shocked would have been an understatement.

"Excuse me?"
"You can stay at my house," He repeated. "We have plenty of room, and I was planning on having everyone come over at some point, but you can stay with us. That is, if you want to."

She smiled at him. "I'd love to, James." He grinned back, elated, before putting his arms back around her and continuing their voyage through the box.

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Authors Note: Sorry that the chapters take awhile… I write myself into corners, unfortunately.

But school will be over soon… yay! Only like, three weeks left xD Lucky ducks to all of you who have finished by now, and good luck to everyone who's off to college in the fall!

Please review!

And don't worry about the goldfish. They're in Sirius' capable hands.

Well, maybe you should worry…. xD