8th August 1997

The next morning, after staying the night with Draco at Potter Manor as they had many times before, the pair and Harry's parents flooed to the Council Halls at quarter to nine, disgruntled to be back. After realising that he still felt unsettled during the evening, Harry had to come to terms that Draco wasn't enough for his Fae side and that he needed at least another mate. Therefore, he had no choice but to go back again, much to the Elders' and Dominants' delight.

Harry hadn't wanted to go back so soon, even after acknowledging he needed another, but he was already on a tight schedule with the new school year dawning closer by the day. Soon, he'd have to start on the Summer work that he hadn't even begun to think about yet, which he knew his mum was going to scold him about.

Entering the room they had been given, he slumped onto the sofa, Draco sitting down much more elegantly. To give them space, James and Lily chose to sit on another sofa, with Elder Murr occupying an armchair. He cleared his throat to gain their attention.

"Mr Potter-"

"Harry."

"Harry, as you now have a mate joining you for your meetings, they will be occurring slightly differently. It will be all normal procedures, except Mr Malfoy will also be able to have a say. Not to worry, it is entirely your choice, and you will be able to overrule Mr Malfoy at any time-"

"There's no need for me to do that, I trust Draco's decisions. If he doesn't like a Dominant, then I surely won't. I don't want my mates to dislike each other."

"That is very mature of you, Harry." Elder Murr smiled proudly, and Draco nudged him gently in thanks. They were a lot more tactile than they had been before they were creatures and mated, but it felt natural, a progression that would have surely happened had neither of them been creatures.

Today, he was to be meeting those in the category of M to R, since he had walked out during the early M's when he had met Draco.

The first Dominant was a man named Ilya Mustovoy, who was nice enough to start. Then, Harry mentioned his love for quidditch and aspirations to potentially go professional, and he physically recoiled.

"Absolutely not! A Submissive should not put themselves in danger like that!"

Harry shut off almost immediately, scowling up at the man. "And why not?" The answer to this question would tell him all he needed to know.

"Because doing something such as quidditch-" The man said the word with disgust."-is not natural for Submissives. It contains too much danger. No, all a Submissive should do is care for the children they birth, and see to the needs of their Dominants such as myself-"

Draco suddenly shot forward and punched the man square in the face, sending him toppling off of the sofa, much to Harry's delight. "That is incredibly outdated and disgusting. Get out."

From his place on the floor, the man let out a groan, sneering up at Draco with blood dripping from his nose. "It is the Submissives choice-"

"My name is Harry, I am not merely a Submissive. Now, do as my mate says, and get out."

Ilya picked himself up from the floor, nose sluggishly bleeding, and sent the room's occupants a dark glare, before stomping out of the open doors.

"Why do they all act like that!? It's 1997, not 1907!" Harry ranted once he'd left, scowling. Lily looked as if she had swallowed a lemon, similar green eyes glaring daggers into the door that was closing.

"I don't know, sweetheart, but what I do know is that you won't be picking any of them."

The next Dominant was marginally better behaved, but he didn't call to Harry in any way. Then the one after him was utterly boring, to the point he cut the meeting short because he couldn't listen to his droning, superior voice any longer. The next one was immature beyond belief, the following too touchy to the point he had to be thrown out before Draco took his head off, and the successive once again condescending and full of outdated beliefs. It was looking to be another day of little success until they hit the R's.

Name: Samuel Russell

Age: Thirty-six

Species: Dragonborn

Nationality: Irish

Occupation: Charms Tutor

He was perhaps the tallest man Harry had seen in the meetings so far, standing at around seven feet tall, his legs splaying awkwardly as he sat on the sofa. Samuel blushed red as he shuffled about to get comfortable, the colour clashing with his ginger hair, it showing up more prominently with his pale skin.

Draco snorted meanly under his breath, earning a whack to the side.

"Hello, I am Harry Potter, and this is my mate, Draco Malfoy." Harry smiled up at the man, who mumbled something unintelligible back, seeming to scrunch into himself under their assessing gazes. Harry bit his lip, unsure how to continue. Most of the previous Dominants had wanted to be constantly talking, seeming to be in love with their own voices, and even the ones who didn't speak seemed confident. This man was the complete opposite to them all, his personality seeming out of place compared to his size. "Um, so you're a Charms Tutor?" The man barely nodded. "That's...That's nice. Who do you teach? Younger or older students?" Samuel remained silent, curling up further. "Um..." He turned to Draco for help, eyes pleading.

His mate was staring at the man in front of them intently, eyebrow cocked up. A look at Elder Murr showed that he, too, didn't seem impressed, and neither did his parents. Harry cleared his throat.

"Well, I want to either become a Defense Professor or a Quidditch player when I graduate from Hogwarts. Do you enjoy teaching? It seems that it would be quite challenging having people relying on you for help like that."

The man's form loosened slightly, and he wrung his hands in his lap. "Y-Yes, it-it is. Challenging, I-I mean. But-But it's rewarding-" Samuel's eyes met his own, full of passion. "-to see people achieve what you've taught them is amazing!"

Harry grinned. "Really?"

Once they got going, Harry and Samuel had what was his best meeting of the day, in which the Tutor talked to him about the Pros and the Cons of teaching. He ended up being the only name added to the list that day.

9th August 1997

The ninth of August marked his last day of ten-minute meetings, with the surnames beginning in S to Z. By this point, Harry was tired of the repetitive meetings, with only the odd actual decent person. How so many of them were like this, he didn't know. Asking Elder Murr for an answer gave him one that wasn't satisfactory.

The old man had sighed, looking worn down. "Children are a blessed existence to Creatures, even to the species who don't exactly aim to have any. However, the low birth rate of creature children, even in all creature mateships, means that the parents more often than not outlive the majority of their children, with only their few creature children left by the end. So, those children are heavily doted upon. And the Dominants who are gathered here are most likely to be the youngest current creature child, or children, of those very doting parents. My apologies, Harry, but it is simply the way those Dominants have been raised that makes them act in such a manner. I wish that this wasn't the case."

Knowing that didn't make the search for his next Dominant sound that appealing, not that it had in the beginning. He was still rather sure that he wanted Draco, and only him.

There were a few on the last day that were friendly, or at least tolerable enough, to be placed upon his list, which only held three names at the beginning, and had seven at the end.

The first of these was a man named Mikelis Sobel, a forty-three-year-old Ministry Employee. Now, his age had put Harry off at first, but when the man walked in looking no older than his early twenties, Harry was confused. Actually, most, if not all, had appeared younger than he was expecting. He questioned Elder Murr, who told him that as they live such long life spans, they age very slowly in their adult years. In fact, some of the dominants were actually using spells to appear more mature.

So, Harry decided that Mikelis was a viable option for a mate, his wonderful personality ensuring his spot on the slowly growing list of candidates. Despite, of course, the disapproval from his parents, who were both younger than the man by several years.

The next who caught his eye in a positive light was an Elf named Aurelio Valento, who was a human-born like himself, from Greece. He was twenty-five, having only come into his inheritance eight years before, and they bonded about the sudden changes in their lives, despite the hindrance of a language barrier.

Another who Harry liked was Callum Williams, who had walked into the room and started conversing with his mum about healing and potions instead of the mate meeting! The man had apologised profusely when his brain caught up, having just been so excited about meeting his idol that he'd forgotten what he was there for. Harry had been so endeared with his hero worship of his mum, that he'd had him placed on the list.

One of the last Dominants to walk in was Blaise Zabini, one of Draco's close friends, and a neutral acquaintance for Harry. He felt Draco sit up straighter and spread his wings slightly as he had done for the rest of them, sizing them up as well as threatening them away from his mate. Harry found it endearing, although annoying as the wing brushed against his side insistently. He batted it away with his hand as the wind accumulated stirred at the papers in his hands.

Name: Blaise Zabini

Age: 17

Species: Dragonborn

Nationality: Italian-English

Occupation: Student of Hogwarts

So far, the Dragonborn had been the least agreeable species of the lot, their explosive tempers, headstrong natures and staunch feelings of superiority clashing horrifically with his own stubborn personality.

Blaise, unlike the majority, made his way calmly to the opposite sofa without a reaction to Draco's threatening display, seating himself with a blank expression.

Elder Murr introduced him. "Harry, this is Blaise Zabini, a Dragonborn. Although, I suppose you already know who he is, seeing as you are in the same school year." Harry nodded, still reading the rest of the information available on the file. It was a brief overview, with things such as wingspan, height, family relations and the such, nothing he was too interested in. He'd rather form his own opinion of the boy in front of him.

"Blaise, It's nice to see you again. I didn't know you were a Creature."

"I did." Draco butted in. "Smug bastard pranced around with the news for weeks after his birthday. Blaise's family is very creature-heavy, with quite a bit of diversity." He informed Harry.

"And I had no idea that you were one, Draco. Forgetting to tell your best friend? Shame on you, where's your loyalty?" His voice seemed deeper than it had been the last time they had spoken, surprising Harry into straightening up. It was... nice to listen to.

Draco sneered in response. "I was busy, too busy to inform you when you would have found out soon enough anyway."

Blaise looked ruffled and annoyed, shifting his shoulders back. "Anyway, Harry, likewise. Especially under such circumstances." The boy shot him a charming grin, purple eyes twinkling. "It's a shame that Draco got to you first, although not surprising. You two have really been dancing around each other for years now." He added with a laugh, which revealed the slight points of his sharp canines.

"We were not 'dancing around each other'!" Draco retorted, looking affronted and slightly flushed.

Blaise tutted, looking unapologetic. "Ah, of course, you weren't, of course, you weren't, my bad."

Whilst Blaise was nice enough, unlike most of the Dominants Harry had been around since he'd come into his creature inheritance, with a funny personality and charmingly good looks- his dark skin and bright, purple eyes contrasting startlingly, he just didn't capture his immediate attention. Not whilst he was still so amazed that he was in a relationship with Draco, anyway. Maybe, when their bond had settled, he'd feel differently. Still, Harry had his name placed on the list, the seventh.

The final meeting came to an end just after four pm, and it had no more success than the ones before it. And, he still had to meet with the ones who had arrived during the meetings tomorrow, who had been pushed to the back of the list.

With a couple of extra hours to bond with his mate, however, Harry was happy enough. They retreated to Potter Manor to relax before dinner, just sitting in one another's presence, absorbed with books about Creatures, soaking in the comforting feelings that pinged through their bond.

10th August 1997

It was his grandfather, Fleamont's, ninety-second birthday today, and yet he was stuck in the council halls to meet with the Dominants who had arrived after his first ones began. Therefore, he would be the first to admit that he wasn't in the best of moods. Which resulted in his selections being harsher than usual.

Although, by some divine intervention, most of the Dominants this time around had much more agreeable personalities. Elder Murr informed him that it was probably because these were the Dominants who had waited for information about him before deciding to come, meaning they were here for him, not only because he was a Submissive.

Harry was flattered, really, but that didn't mean that it made up for him missing a portion of his grandad's birthday party.

So far, Harry had added a further three names to the list. Idrissa Aukes, twenty-one and a Dragonborn, Marius Pereira, thirty-eight and a Veela, and Aldo Delaney, twenty-four and another Dragonborn. Each was a lovely man who had, unlike others beforehand, brought along gifts with them, 'small tokens of their affection', as they coined them. The first was a cloak made of soft silk, black in colour with little red details that he loved, but it ended up in the back of his wardrobe nonetheless. The next was a big, and by that Harry means absolutely ginormous, box of sweets and chocolate from Honeydukes that he'd tucked into right away. He still had made barely a dent despite gorging on them in the later meetings. And the last was a dainty necklace with a pretty, sparkling ruby, a small lion etched onto its surface. Harry was touched by the thought put into it, handing it to his mum for safekeeping. Draco looked mutinous but said nothing due to the smile it had brought to his face.

It was nearing the end of the meetings when in walked an intimidating, but absolutely gorgeous man, dressed in a luxurious black robe with silver accents, eyes a startling, bloody red. A Vampire. He stared down at Harry, an eyebrow slightly raised and a slight smirk at the corner of his lips. Draco went rigid beside him, wings tucking in slightly.

"Harry, this is Thomas Slytherin, a Vampire."

Everyone had heard of The Thomas Slytherin. He was a man of considerable influence, situated on the grey side, although firmly leaning towards more Dark opinions. His father was usually against the man in the Wizengamot, as they very rarely saw eye to eye and voted for the same policies. What he had forgotten to mention to Harry, however, was how his photos did him no justice whatsoever. That man was Drop. Dead. Gorgeous.

Harry snuck a glance towards James, who seemed frozen as he stared at the Vampire in front of them, brown eyes burning like molten chocolate. Lily looked a little more welcoming, although still uncomfortable in his presence. Either, it was the man himself, or his status as a Vampire, the first one he had met so far, that was setting the pair so on edge.

Elder Murr, on the other hand, looked delighted with the man's presence, shooting Harry looks of encouragement as he handed him his file.

Name: Thomas Slytherin

Age: Seventy

Species: Vampire

Nationality: English

Occupation: Politician, Lord of Slytherin

"It's... lovely to meet you, Mr Slytherin?" It came out as more of a question, but the man didn't seem to mind as he flashed him a perfect smile, pointed fangs gleaming.

He sat down, robes settling around him, swinging a leg over the other. "The pleasure is all mine, Mr Potter. How are you faring today?"

"Um...Good?"

"Wonderful. And how are you, Draco? It's been a little while since I last saw you."

"Well, Lord Slytherin." Draco nodded his head stiffly, and Harry took note of the slight fear, but whole-hearted respect that seemed to radiate off of his mate in the presence of this man. If his mate was scared, then could he really be a possible mate for them?

"And you, Lord Potter, Lady Potter, Elder Murr?"

James simply nodded his head, swallowing heavily. Lily smiled warily, responding with hesitance, whilst Elder Murr was all smiles and indulgence, reminding Harry of Slughorn.

"I am well, Thomas! And how are you too? Have you been busy in the Wizarding Realm?"

"Very, I have had much to do these past few months, although I am happy to say that my workload has lowered significantly recently." He smiled, turning back to Harry. "And just in time, as I had heard that there was an interesting Submissive searching for mates. Harry Potter, I have heard much about you."

"And I have learnt about you a lot as well."

"Oh?"

"Yes, since my dad works with you."

"Ah, yes, of course. I hope that just because me and your father don't see eye to eye most times, doesn't mean that I am out of the running. Am I?"

"...Not at the moment, Lord Slytherin."

"Thomas, please." He smiled sweetly, but Harry felt as if his every inner thought was being read and analyzed.

"Thomas."

The rest of their meeting continued with this slightly stilted note, the man off-putting, but at the same time, his entire being just screamed to Harry, the attraction he felt towards the man clear, but not reasonable in the slightest. Both Draco and his parents were filled with confusion when his name was placed on the list.

11th August 1997

The eleventh of August signalled the changing of pace in his meetings, and rather than having to meet everyone, he instead met with those who had been noted down on his list. That meant he was finally in the presence of tolerable Dominants, although the meetings ran for half an hour instead, meaning he had more time to get to know them, and more time to dislike them.

In total, there were eleven to meet, starting off with Idrissa Aukes, whose increased cockiness from being chosen got him removed before allotted the half an hour was up. This, to Harry, spelt disaster for the rest of the day.

However, in his next meeting, Aldo Delaney was much sweeter, and they talked to one another about their mutual hobby of quidditch for most of the time, which Harry enjoyed greatly. It turned out that Aldo was thinking of applying to a professional team in the coming weeks, having spent a decade playing with his neighbourhood team already. However, he was tight-lipped as to which team, even with Harry's pleading, and left without revealing it with a secretive smile on his face.

In his next meeting with Anton Hartmann, he could see his mum's ever-increasing uncomfortableness in the face of his increasingly dirty jokes, so with laughter in his voice, he asked for the meeting to be cut short, but not for the man to be taken off of the list.

He met with Elian when his mother's ruffled feathers were soothed, the woman always having disliked more vulgar talks, and the man managed to charm the socks off of her with his sweet disposition and dashingly angelic looks. Even Draco looked more relaxed around other Fae, although he later confided in Harry that it was because the other man seemed to hold the countenance of a Submissive rather than a Dominant, and therefore didn't register as as much of a threat.

Marius Pereira and he discussed duels and it was a very interesting conversation, although, once the man had left, Harry had to admit to himself that the man didn't register with him as a potential mate.

Samuel Russell turned out to be another, unfortunate dud. The man just didn't appeal to his Creature instincts whatsoever, even after his muddled instincts from Draco had disappeared and left him with a clear mind. Harry had really liked Samuel, although he could admit to himself that he honestly wasn't that attracted to the man in the first place, he was just the only nice person of that day.

Thomas Slytherin was next, and the man still looked as impeccable as ever, this time offering him a rune stone imbued with his magic- 'for his protection'. It felt powerful, and Harry could feel the magic soaking it despite not having an affinity for sensing like that. Their meeting this time was much more pleasant, with Harry having spoken to his parents and mate beforehand, expressing that he had a liking towards the man and that he'd appreciate it if they didn't make things awkward again. Luckily, they didn't, and Thomas ended up staying on his list.

Mikelis Sobel ended up staying on the list, his personality not having taken a sudden U-turn, but Harry did take off Aurelio Valenta and Callum Williams. Aurelio because, apart from coming from a similar background, they shared almost nothing in common, and Harry didn't think he could deal with someone who thought that Quidditch was a 'waste of time' for thousands of years whilst he wanted to play it. And Callum because, really, he was only interested in Harry's mum, and they barely shared more than a few sentences together during the meeting.

Blaise Zabini was the final Dominant on his list, and he swaggered into the room, purple eyes gleaming. "Hello, how are you all today?" Harry smiled at his confidence and Draco's overdramatic sigh at his side.

"Hello, Blaise. Fine, how are you?"

"Positively thrilled that you found me attractive enough to call me back. Mother is also pleased."

"You're mother is pleased that you're possibly going to leave her nest so soon?" Draco said it with a slightly mocking tone, but Blaise nodded seriously in response.

"Yes, in fact, she is rather proud that I am gaining interest so early on. That you for that, Harry."

"No problem, I think?"

Blaise seemed much more knowledgable about Creatures than both he and Draco combined, Draco's tidbit that his family was very 'Creature-heavy' coming to mind. He was happy to share that knowledge with both of them, and that's how the narrative of their meeting progressed until its end. Blaise's name, obviously, stayed on Harry's list.

Finishing a couple of hours earlier than usual, Harry was invited by Draco and his parents for dinner at Malfoy Manor, to celebrate their bonding. He had yet to see the elder Malfoy's since before his birthday and therefore was a little anxious.

They flooed to the Manor, Draco holding tightly onto his arm as he tumbled through and nearly face-planted the ground. The Malfoy's were waiting there to welcome them, Lucius looking stiff as he greeted him, and even Narcissa looked marginally uncomfortable. He sent Draco a questioning look, who pulled a face in response.

He'd explain it later, then.

Dinner began with the first course and spanned for three more until pudding was served. Having dined many times with the Malfoys over the years, Harry knew exactly which cutlery he needed to use, although he still didn't quite understand why it was such a need . Still, he had a nice enough time, bar the awkwardness that hadn't been there before, and soon, it was over, and he and Draco could retreat to his room so that Harry could interrogate him.

"Why are your parents treating me as if I am an imposter? I thought we were close? Do they not like me anymore?"

"They... they still like you, Harry, it's just... they hadn't expected that I'd mate with a male Submissive." He admitted, before swiftly spluttering out. "Not that they have anything against gay people! It's just, that they both have always had a vision, and it's going to take them a few days to adjust that. They still love you, Harry, more now so that you are a part of our family, they're just processing the unexpected outcome."

Harry could relax after that, glad that he hadn't alienated himself from the elder Malfoy's by mating with their son. He understood their reasoning, he was sure that it was also taking his parents a little while to accept that he and Draco were together and that soon they'd have another mate or even more after that.

Which was a dreaded thought, honestly. Harry didn't know how he'd cope if he needed another after this one.

12th August 1997

After having nearly halved the number of Dominants the previous day, Harry meets with the six Dominants left in the running.

Aldo still didn't tell him which team he was trying out for, telling him that he'd either see his name on the team's roster, or he wouldn't. Anton, unfortunately, hit Harry's limit with his jokes, and after a rather distasteful one, his name was swiftly struck off of the list.

In his next meeting with Elian, they had been trading questions with one another again, when Elian smiled. "Would you like to take a walk in the woods? Nature is very calming for us Fae, so thinking of questions to ask should be easier for you."

It came as a surprise to Harry that he was allowed outside with the Dominants- with an Elder supervising, of course. Elder Sampson was standing a respectful fifteen metres behind them, not close enough to disturb their bonding, but close enough that she could step in if needed.

However, Elian was the perfect gentleman, only occasionally brushing their hands together, and smiling sweetly, a slight blush high upon his cheeks when he did so. Merlin, how was someone created this perfect?

His name remained on the list.

Tom, on the other hand, was a rather serious man, and Harry could tell sometimes that he was treating their meetings as if it was a business transaction. It bothered him, honestly, but not enough to rule him out. The wilder part of him, the part that felt feral and totally creature was screaming at him that the man was a perfect mate, and who was he to deny such strong instincts? It was a bonus that the man was also one of the singularly most handsome people Harry had ever met.

They ended up on the topic of spell creation, something that Harry didn't know a lot about, but interested him greatly. Tom, however, seemed to be an expert in the field, an eager gleam in his eye as he broke down the components of a spell he was working on. It was fascinating to watch the man so enraptured by something, waving his hands about in gestures, seemingly genuine in his love of the field. His name also remained on the list.

Mikelis' name also remained the man's personality just so inviting that Harry couldn't let him go. He admitted, inwardly, that the man just didn't feel right for him, but their conversations were just so interesting that he couldn't let him go.

The final Dominant Harry mee again that day was Blaise, who now that he is more settled with Draco, was starting to seem more appealing to his Creature instincts. The boy felt powerful, just as Draco had and still did, and as much as he'd like to deny it, it is one of the reasons why Harry ultimately decided to choose him.

He waited until the end of the meeting, the man about to leave through the double doors when Harry announced his choice bluntly, much to the surprise of the room's occupants. "Blaise, I would like for you to be my next mate. Do you accept?" The man turns, slackjawed before a jaw-splitting smile stretched his face.

Blaise was happier than Harry has ever seen him before, grinning widely as he flung himself into his arms, causing them to fall to the floor in a heap. Draco cackled above them, probably at the sight of him being squashed, but Harry felt too floaty to care.

Stupid mating daze.

They ended up heading back to Harry's for the night, simply asking one another all the questions that popped into their head at the time, as he had with Draco and found that his bed was much too cramped for their trio to fit upon. Even with transfiguration, it wasn't a long-term resort, but it did for the night.

Merlin knows how big of a bed they were going to need if Harry had to choose yet another Dominant.

Extra Scene- 9th August- Thomas Slytherin's POV

Tom hummed as listened halfheartedly to the blathering man by his side, who was becoming rather red in the face as he continued to rant, the lack of air making his chest heave violently. "-know no better, the stupid, little brat, how dare he?! I am in my prime, and I have thousands of fertile years left in me, if Submissives just weren't so picky with age, I'd have a mate by now! Why are they the only ones that get to decide, whilst we Dominants have to try our hardest to be appealing, and all they need be is a Submissive!"

He sighed as the man continued, swirling the cold blood in his wine glass, staring down at it with distaste. He'd had enough of the man. "That's enough, Arnold. I grow tired of listening to your ranting over a Submissive."

"My apologies, My Lord! I didn't mean- I forgot who I was speaking with! Please, forgive me!"

The man simply hummed, not even turning fully to consult the grovelling wretch. "You forgot who you were speaking to? Shame on you, Arnold, how dare you?" His voice was lighthearted but carried a heavy undertone as it rang through the hall, the Vampire's eyes gleaming a bloody red. The man continued to splutter out apologies until he held his hand up. "No, no, don't tell me about you. I am rather interested in the Submissive. Who did you say it was, again? Who is it, that dot you so riled up?"

Arnold gulped, staring up at him with widened eyes, full of a want to please him. "Ha-Harry Potter, My-My Lord."

"Harry Potter, as in the heir to both the houses of Potter and Black?" Tom tilted his head consideringly.

"Yes, My Lord, the-the very same."

"Interesting, I might just have to go and see if the information you can give me about him is sufficient."

Arnold took this as the time to make his way back into his good books, blurting out whatever facts came to mind about the newly presented creature but, unfortunately for the man, nothing was ever enough for Thomas Slytherin. "He's-He's very pretty, from the little I saw of him- he set a limit of seventy-five years for his meetings- and-and seemed to be quite shy. I heard from others that he has the most striking green eyes- he's a Fae, descended from the Sermoira family most suspect. He currently attends Hogwarts, going into his seventh year, and I believe that he's a Gryffindor? And, um..." Tom raised his eyebrows, as the man scrabbled for more to say. "Umm..."

He tutted, finishing off the blood in his glass with a gulp. "Well, I suppose I'll just have to go and see for myself. As I am in the appropriate age range, after all. The Submissives personal choice." With one last smirk, Tom disappeared, heading for the In-Between Realm to join the Submissives meeting.