October 1st, Monday

At breakfast, I slid into my place at the professors' table, right next to an immaculately dressed Rose Weasley.

"Hello Professor Weasley, sleep well?" I asked politely as I nodded in her general direction.

"Perfectly pleasantly, considering the fact that all of my pillows disappeared."

"Sounds uncomfortable."

"Which is why it took me a while to fall asleep," she said as she whipped her face towards mine and jabbed at the dark circles under her eyes.

"If you couldn't sleep, why didn't you come join me in kitchens for my Midnight Dinner Professor's Party?"

"Because I asked around and no other professor received an invite for your so called Midnight Dinner Professor's party."

"I admit that the kitchens are horrible place for a sixth date, but this is Hogwarts, the school in the middle of nowhere with apparition banned and flooing only allowed with written permission of the Headmistress. I didn't exactly want to alert the Headmistress that you and I would be making googly eyes at each other the entire night and I know how much you enjoy low key dinners." I smiled sweetly at my sweet only to have her scowl in return.

"Sixth date?! And when," she said with inquisitive anger, "did we have dates one through five?"

"Date one was when we were but wee little seventh years. We rode together in one room on the train ride over, just the two of us with a minor interruption in between. I recall you wearing your uniform. Now that I think about it, your hand brushed over mine while riding together, in a much too obvious signal for me to hold your hand, only I never realized that as I was a stupid little seventh year who knew naught of the ways of love and women."

"Still as stupid as you were then," I heard her mutter under her breath, just loud enough to ensure that I would hear the insult and just quietly enough to protest that I wasn't meant to have heard the insult if I probed her about it.

I chose to probe. "I'm sorry?" I asked with an innocent face, "Did you say something?"

She took a swig from her glass of pumpkin cocktail (the only way Hogwarts professors knew how to start out the day) and replied, "I was only saying that I recall you having a couple of girlfriends in sixth year so it's false to claim that you 'knew naught' of love. More importantly, I did not 'brush my hand over yours' to signal that I wanted to hold your puny hands."

Puny? I thought with a shock as I stared at my hands under the table. Were they really puny? I had always thought that my hands were manly and firm. Did she truly think my hands were puny or was that an insult she threw in purely to throw me into frenzy? If she thought my hands were puny then didn't that mean that she would think other parts of my body were puny? Especially parts of the body that were supposed to correlate to the size of my hands?

"We were only in a room together because we were bloody Heads together, you great big dunce. I wasn't allowed to sit with anyone else." She sighed in exasperation and bent over her plate again to cut her pancakes.

"Our second date," I began. Rose let out a sigh and turned her head to face me again and I continued, "Our second date, was the day that the Headmistress told us that we had earned our kitchen privileges and we both ran into each other that very night in the kitchens. You gave me a chocolate cupcake and told me to enjoy it. Afterwards, you fluttered off in feminine embarrassment and we wouldn't be alone together until our third date."

Rose let out a laugh and chuckled in disbelief until she realized the students nearby were staring at her. She quickly stopped laughing, lowered her voice and said, "It surprises me just how much you can distort the truth. I recall a very different version of our supposed 'second date.' I remember you coming into the kitchens, saucily suggesting that 'we make this a date' and I recall my answer being a cupcake chucked at your face with the sarcastic remark to 'enjoy.'" She huffed, her cheeks getting pinker with each word. "And I didn't flutter off in feminine embarrassment, you ninny, I stormed off because I didn't want to look at your git face anymore. Now, shut up. We're the only professors that openly bicker in public; I'd love to start off the day with having at least some respect from my students."

(-)

It took all my self-control not to berate him further, but the last statement I had made was true. I couldn't be seen fighting with him in public anymore, student were getting the wrong idea and students would mockingly yell "ooo" anytime Scorpius, sorry, Professor Malfoy stuck his nosy head into my classroom. I looked down at my barely touched breakfast; I had to admit that another reason why I had stopped arguing was to settle the argument my stomach was having with my brain. I was starving and the steaming hot plate of breakfast foods was more tempting than chucking darts of insults into the hollow head of Professor Malfoy.

Unfortunately, life proved to be unkind, again (for it was life that had saddled me with someone as annoying as Scorpius Malfoy in the first place) and the bells rung signaling that I had best be on my merry way to my first class of the day, joint Slytherin-Gryffindor Advanced Charms with seventh years.

While the students practiced an organizing charm, I leaned back into my wooden chair to rest. The lack of pillows last night had truly made it difficult to sleep last night and I was feeling the repercussions of sleeping far too little. I leaned back in my chair to close my eyes for just a second when I heard the door open and all my students began greeting the intruder with genuine happiness.

I knew instantly who it was that could incite such a response from seventh years who were usually too wrapped up in their own drama and I groaned internally. Scorpius Malfoy, sorry, Professor Malfoy had always been decently charming. Even I admitted that the man might be able to charm a hippogriff into saying with its own mouth that it was an ugly beast. Yes, I pondered, so charming that on some lonely nights in this forsaken castle, miles away from the rest of the wizarding public, I wondered what it would be like to actually accept a dinner request from him. I opened my eyes and banished my thoughts as he strode up to me, as if owning the room.

"What are you doing in my classroom?" I demanded as I rose up from my chair. I wouldn't let him act as if he had the right to intrude in the middle of my lessons.

"I asked Madam Pomfrey for a restoring potion for you. I thought you'd need it since you couldn't sleep last night." He took my hand into his, opened it up, and placed the small bottle into my hand.

I looked down at the bottle and was taken a bit aback. "If you weren't the cause of my sleeplessness last night, it would make this gesture genuinely kind," I quipped. Though I was surprised by his thoughtfulness, I couldn't let go of the fact that I knew that he was the reason behind the missing pillows.

Unfortunately, I didn't realize what this statement sounded like, especially what it would sound like to a bunch of randy, horny seventh years who had gone silent during our conversation and the entire room lifted up into cat calls and wolf whistles.

The idiot had the nerve to flash a smile and wink at the hooting crowd of students and quickly walked away. I chugged the potion in my hand, waited for a few seconds to feel the effects, then turned to my students to glare, daring them to let out another peep.

"The next student to make any inappropriate noises or comments, I promise you I will personally go to your dorm and raze it to see if you've properly learned the organizing charm." I glared around the room and rested my eyes on Bradion, Slytherin and Tim, Gryffindor, who were sitting at a table together.

(-)

"I swear, I thought she was about to turn us into stone 'cause she was glaring at us so hard," said Tim.

"That or her eyeballs were going to pop out of her head," quipped Bradion.

"Then Melissa, pure genius that she is, whispered just loud enough to hear to the girl next to her, 'But he's got such a sexy arse doesn't he?'" said Tim.

I let out a laugh of triumph. "What did she do then?" I asked, eager to hear about Rose's reaction.

"She groaned to high hell and I think, though I can't be positive, she mouthed a couple of expletives," said Bradion.

Adam, who was sitting to my right, chuckled with me.

"But afterwards she called me and Bradion to the front and told us she wanted to see us in her office after dinner." Tim shoved his chin towards Adam and said, "You too."

"What?!" screeched Adam, "I didn't even do anything this time! I wasn't even bloody there to see the show!"

"Don't worry boys, I'll more than make up for it," I said as I rose up from my chair, "Thanks for letting me know what happened, I'm going to go down to the kitchens now to grab a bite to eat. I'm starving."

"Honestly," Tim said, "I'm a Gryffindor and she even frightens me. You sure you like her, Professor Malfoy?"

"Absolutely," I replied as we left the empty classroom. "Abso-bloody-fucking –lutely." I repeated under my breath.

As I walked through the hallway to the kitchens, I chuckled internally at the question that brave Tim had posed. Was I sure I liked her? No. Was I sure I loved her? Yes. It might seem impossible to love someone before even going on a proper date with her, but I was positive that this girl was the one for me.

(-)

October 3rd, Wednesday

"So I was thinking about our second date the other day," said Professor Malfoy when I slid into my chair for breakfast.

"What?" I asked flatly.

"Our second date. I was thinking about it the other day and I had the elves make our breakfast special this lovely morning."

"That's spectacular Professor Malfoy."

The breakfast suddenly appeared on our tables and I saw… chocolate muffins.

He lifted one up to his lips and took a huge bite. "It's not as good as their cupcakes, but I didn't want to feed the students cupcakes for breakfast."

"That's fantastic Malfoy, you're such a caring professor."

"I know I am. You've got a crumb on the your lips there," he said as he lifted his fingers towards the edge of my lips.

The second I realized his fingers were on my mouth, I smacked them away with a resounding slap.

Bollocks. The students stared, the professors stared and yes, I could see complete disappointment on Uncle Neville's face. Hairy bollocks. This meant that I'd have to go have tea with Uncle Neville and explain the entire bloody situation. I looked at the man next to me. Damn him. Now my students would think that I was just someone just like them who got into petty fights.

I had learned that the only way to put real fear into students is to project it through your voice and your tone. In all the stories about Professor Snape, my relatives never mentioned capital punishment, only cold, cold, wonderful cruelty through words. I had to get a hold of myself. I had to ensure that the man sitting next to me wouldn't distract me from my mission this year. If I didn't pick up the title of the intimidating professor, there was a chance that someone else could take it away from me thus ruining my dreams forever.

It was be the next Professor Snape or bust and I was definitely not the type of girl who went bust.

I must have been sitting there in empty thought for a while, for before I knew it the bell had rung to signal that classes were starting soon. I looked hungrily at my plate and realized that I hadn't had a bit to eat besides the little nibble of the chocolate muffin.

Damn Scorpius Malfoy. Being cruel takes a lot of hard work and energy and I definitely wouldn't have the energy to be my maximum level of intimidating without a proper breakfast.

Damn him!

(-)

After my morning block of classes, I decided to go to the kitchens. After getting my finger slapped away by Rose this morning, I had a sudden loss of appetite and found myself lost in thought for the rest of breakfast and now I was starving.

As I walked down the hallways to the kitchens, I thought about my crush on Rose.

It wasn't dramatic. I didn't suddenly decide that I was in love out of nowhere; I can't even pinpoint the exact time that I started developing feelings for her. Thinking back, I can remember being stuck with her on Prefect duty sixth year and slowly gaining respect for her. We'd have lively debates over trivial things like what was the better dessert, pies or cookies and some more intellectual ones like the latest advances in the medical industry. Occasionally we'd veer off into moral debates over the use of dementors in prisons or the classification of "monster" for vampires and werewolves. Sure, our debates were fueled with an intensity that matched our mutual dislike for each other, but during those debates, we didn't hone in on targeting each other's weak spots. Instead, we roamed each other's minds and challenge each other to read more intellectual journals or think differently about certain positions that we had held for years.

Turning the corner towards the kitchens, I thought back with a laugh to how utterly stupid I had been. I had been dating a girl on and off second semester of sixth year when I heard that Rose was going to Hogsmead with Davis, a seventh year. I remember being an utter prick while questioning her about it our next patrol, not realizing that what I was feeling was jealousy. As I reached the fruit basket painting and reached to tickle the pear, I shook my head in amazement at the fact that I had been such an emotional dunce as a student.

I walked into the kitchens, asked Pippy for a steaming hot plate of whatever and a pumpkin cocktail with a douse of pepper up potion. She ushered me towards the table and squeaked, "Professor Weasley! Pippy found Professor Malfoy here. Professor Malfoy will sit with Professor Weasley and Pippy will bring food."

Professor Weasley was here? I couldn't have planned it any better.

Rose lifted her head up from the table to look at mine, scowled and put her head back down on the table. As I took a seat and Pippy left, she muttered, "I'm too hungry to even talk to you right now so do me a favor- don't be annoying."

"If you're too hungry to talk, then I'll talk for you. I never got to finish the story about our dates this morning. I must thank you for conveniently meeting me here so I could finish." She let out a groan and her stomach answered her with a rumble of its own.

"Malfoy. I'm running on very little energy here. With my dying breath, I'd like to tell you to shut it."

Pippy brought over our drinks and food, I leaned over to look at Rose's drink and noticed that she had ordered the same stiff drink as me. She said nothing as she raised her head and proceeded to stuff her face with breakfast foods. She was a monstrous eater- just another reason why I loved her.

(-)

Thank goodness he decided to shut up. Either that or he forgot to talk after Pippy brought us our enormous meal.

I stuffed my face with chocolate and blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs and sausages, chugging it all down with a doubly potent pumpkin cocktail. It's always been a pride to my father and a horror to my mother that I inherited my father's enormous appetite. I ate and ate and pretended to not notice Scorpius' smoldering stare straight at me when all I could think about was our supposed dates.

As I took another gulp of the pumpkin cocktail, I couldn't help but steal a quick look at his face and saw that he was still staring at me.

This man certainly knew how to make the people around him uncomfortable. I shoveled in the rest of my food and washed it all down with the pumpkin cocktail and got up.

"I've got my next class to prepare for, I suggest you do the same," I said as I began stacking my utensils on my plate to make it easier on Pippy. "And stop bloody stealing everything from my office. Tell your little trio that if I ever catch them in the act, I'll make sure that they'll never see the walls outside their rooms, the classrooms and the detention hall."

I sat in my classroom, sorting out my materials for my next lecture, Advanced Charms for seventh years, a joint Hufflepuff-Ravenclaw class. I looked for the seat that Adam usually sat in and practiced writing on the chalkboard and whipping around to glare right at his seat. I needed to send the message that I wouldn't take anymore of his stealing. I managed to practice the exact angle once or twice before the students began filing in from their previous class.

As a former Ravenclaw, I couldn't help but enjoy this class a wee bit more than my other ones. As the students shuffled into their seats and the class quieted down, I wrote some notes about the organization charm on the blackboard and gave them instructions on how to properly cast it.

Being a proponent of house unity, I made sure to pair students with opposing houses in each of my lectures. If I had known that by doing so last year, Bradion and Tim, those little miscreants, would become fast friends and that Adam, easily the most talented student in Charms, would join them, I might have rethought the whole house unity thing.

As I wrote on the board, I attempted my turn and glare on Adam, only to miss and focus my glare on the Hufflepuff student next to him. I quickly turned back around and muttered a couple of expletives. The Hufflepuff didn't raise his hand for the rest of class. Oops.

As I let the students practice, I walked around to make sure that they weren't having too much trouble. I gave pointers here and there and was reaching to help a Ravenclaw with her wand movement, when I heard the door open.

"I'm sorry Professor Weasley, but I have need of Mr. Adam Lighton," said Professor Malfoy as he strode though the door. Again, he walked with the arrogant stride of someone who owned the room

(-)

"I'm sorry Professor Malfoy, but he's in class right now," she said with a smile. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait."

"I really am sorry to barge into your class like this," I said, "but I have a very pressing matter for Mr. Adam Lighton. Family matter."

Her mind was obviously making lightning quick calculations as she looked to Adam, back at me, then back at Adam trying to decide whether she wanted to press the issue further and potentially lose face in front of her students, or just let me have the win and take Adam.

She turned to me with a gracious smile. Uh oh, I thought, this is not a very good sign. "If it's urgent pressing family matters, of course I can't keep Mr. Lighton here." Adam quickly began packing his things as the rest of the classroom looked at us as if we were a staged play purely for their enjoyment, which we kind of were. "But," she said as she walked over towards me, "but, because Mr. Lighton will be missing the rest of class, out of the kindness of my heart I'll help him practice this charm one on one later on." She smiled ever so sweetly again at me, gestured for Adam to come down, and charmed the door open as we left.

I rushed Adam down the hallway and the minute we entered my office, he began freaking out. "Professor, I really appreciate everything you've done for me and I really hope you and Professor Weasley will get together someday, but I don't really think that I should be involved in the plans anymore. At least, not until I graduate and I can stay far away from her clutches. Actually, not even then."

"Calm down Adam. She's not going to kill you, no matter how frightening she may seem."

"I mean," Adam was still ranting, "sure she's got some few human moments like when she trips over her robes and misdirects her glares, but she's all business the next. Evil, scary business." He leaned over the desk separating us and moaned, "Professor, she's going to give me detention that's labeled one on one tutoring sessions until I graduate and I'm never going to get the chance to date Allie."

Hee, I thought to myself, hee hee hee. Ah, student love. Seventh year was also the year when my tenuous interest in Rose had evolved into a full-blown crush. Look at me now, a professor at the respected institution and I was still trailing after her. Adam reminded me of myself, excepting for the fact that he was loads better at charms and that he had a crush on a girl who probably liked him back. So really, he didn't remind me of myself at all. Either way, I understood young Adam's lovey dovey feelings and planned on trying to help him along.

"Well Adam, I invited you here for that very reason."

"What? Allie or the insane woman you for some reason like?"

"Allie. Well I guess Allie and the insane woman that I like."

"What is it? Did Professor Weasley do something to her?"

"Calm down. She's in History of Magic right now and she's fine. What I want to do is help you, Adam."

"Help me?" he looked up warily at me.

"Yes, I want to help you. I'm going to tell Allie that I want her help- well, more of her help, with Professor Weasley and I'm going to partner her up with you." I smiled at him with all the pride I felt from creating this little lovely scenario for him.

"Isn't that going to be too obvious?"

"Preposterous. She won't suspect a thing."

"I highly suspect she will."

"Well I highly suspect she won't and since I'm your professor you'll have to do as I say."

He grumbled something about me pulling the "professor card" and I gave him a triumphant little smirk.

"Anyways, I want you two to steal Professor Weasley's syllabus."

"Oh that? I have a copy of it somewhere in my room. She gave it to everyone at the beginning of the school year."

"No not that silly thing. Every professor has detailed lesson plan notes and I want you two to get them for me."

"You know, this is really an assignment I can do myself."

"I'm doing you a favor here by pairing you up with Allie. The least you can do is say thanks with a smile. Need I remind you that you are my student."

"…thanks professor."

"There's a good boy. Now go run to Allie in History of Magic and tell her about the assignment."

(-)

October 6th

My lesson plans were missing. My great big book filled with detailed notes on what I planned to do with each of my classes were missing. The lesson plans that I had innovated and come up with myself, using multiple texts and studies on teaching techniques, were gone.

The only person responsible was the very same man who had stolen multiple things from my office and who was also responsible for ruining my plan to be terrifying. Professor Scorpius Malfoy.

I ran into his office and slammed open the door in rage.

"Where is it?"

"Where's what?"

"Don't give me that shit."

"What shit? I would never give you shit. I only want to give you the best."

"Scorpius Malfoy, give me my lesson plans RIGHT THIS INSTANT."

"…what lesson plans?"

"Professor Malfoy. I may be a professor and I'm supposed to set an example for the students of this institution, but right now there's no one here and I will not, I repeat, will not hesitate to hex your balls off and effectively make you into a eunuch."

He smiled. HE SMILED!

"Professor Weasley, I'm sure there's been a mix up. I'm almost certain that by the time you wake up tomorrow morning, you will find your lesson plans will be in your office. I'm sure you just misplaced them."

Damn him. Damn him damn him damn him.

"I'm sure they will be, for if they aren't I'll come back tomorrow morning and you won't be able to call yourself a man anymore."

He smiled again.

"Don't you smile at me. I'm letting you go just this once because for some bizarre reason I have a soft spot for Adam and don't want to him to get too far along in the path of trouble. Tell him to put it back in my office, get your claws out of his brain and I'll let the both of you go."

I turned to leave and shut the door as he called out, "Good-bye Professor Weasley."

(-)

"So Professor Weasley was sufficiently pissed." I said to the student I had dragged into my office from his free block. "But I won enough time for you to put the documents back by tomorrow morning. So… how did you two pull it off? Was she any help?"

"Er… yes."

"I know that you're the genius when it comes to lock charms, and I don't know too much about Allie but I thought it would be a good opportunity for you two to talk seeing as how you two are in different houses and all."

"Well, Tim tries to talk me up when he sees her in the common rooms."

"That's good of him."

"And it helps that I'm in Ravenclaw which is a fairy neutral house. It's not as if I was a Slytherin trying to date a Gryffindor."

"That's true too. So how did it go? Was she a hindrance? Should I keep adding her to your stealing missions or should I not bother?"

"Actually… she could probably have done without me. It's a bit embarrassing for me to admit, but I was fairly useless."

"What? Is she a prodigy at lock charms too?"

"No… but she's pretty good at other more useful things. I wound up being the useless gangrenous limb, and I'm almost positive that by the time we finished the mission she thought I was placed in Ravenclaw out of pity."

"What? If you didn't show off her locking charms abilities then how did you two manage to get in?"

"Well…"

October 6th Saturday 2:00am

I waited in front of Gryffindor Tower, like a gentleman, for Allie to come out. I thought about getting past the painted portrait and waiting in the common rooms, but Bradion told me that I might look like a braggart if I did. She came out in her uniform, her short hair in a ponytail and looked exactly like the perfect student leaving me feeling utterly ridiculous in my black sneak-around clothes.

We walked to Professor Weasley's room. Yes, we walked. Instead of sneaking in and out of the shadows and trying to blend into the walls, Allie chose to walk brazenly in her school uniform. I wanted to ask her if she was completely stupid, but I didn't want to insult the girl of my dreams so I just shut up and followed.

We made small talk. She talked about how sweet it was that you confessed you love and I agreed and we talked about how Professor Vance was perhaps the most boring person in the history of the planet. You know, standard Hogwarts small talk.

Finally, we arrived and I started my barrage of anti-lock charms and began deciphering her code word. She let me do this for about twenty seconds, before she shoved me aside and said, "Begonias."

The door opened.

"How did you do that?" I asked. I hadn't seen her doing any revealing charms and I certainly didn't think she was capable of wandless, wordless magic. Even I needed my wand and words while working complicated unlocking charms and let me tell you, Professor Weasley is one paranoid person. She has a very, very complicated set of hidden charms on her door, but then again, she's constantly getting stolen from so I can understand her paranoia.

Anyways, I was floored that Allie had somehow deciphered the passcode before me.

She flashed a smile at me as she walked through the door, pilfered the documents and walked back out. The entire time, I had done nothing besides hold open the door. I couldn't believe it. This was my time to shine and actually impress the girl I liked and I wound up looking completely useless.

The entire walk back, I pestered her on how she had gotten the passcode and finally when we reached Gryffindor Tower, she turned to me and said, "Thanks for walking me back."

"You're welcome. So how did you get the passcode."

"You were quite the gentleman to walk me back and all."

"No problem. So how did you get the passcode? Do you know some sort of special spell?"

"You're really curious aren't you?"

"Yes. I am. So will you tell me?"

"If you're afraid that someone's better than you at your stupid locking charms, no need to worry. I don't need those."

"I'm sorry, "stupid locking charms"? If you didn't use magic, then how'd you get the passcode?"

"Easy. I used my words."

"You're telling me Professor Rose just gave the passcode to you?"

"I'm not an idiot. If she gave me the passcode and she found her syllabus missing the next day, wouldn't she blame me first?"

"So how'd you get it?"

"I had a nice advisement session with the Headmistress."

"And she just told you the passcode for Professor Weasley's door?"

"Oh, she didn't do it knowingly. Her love of flowers was fairly obvious and by the end I had gotten her list of her top five favorites. I then deduced that her passcode was a universal passcode of sorts… it's a fairly boring story to listen to, but you get the gist of it."

"You figured that out from talking to her?"

"Yes. I have a way with my words; it's how I never land it detention."

"How do you never land in detention?"

"By talking. Anyways, it was really nice running this mission with you. I hope Professor Malfoy pairs us up for more events in the future." She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, blushed and ran into Gryffindor Tower.

I took a couple of steps and leaned against the wall. My heart was pumping faster than ever and I kept on thinking about her lips on my cheek.

I was more in love with her than ever.

Adam finished his tale and looked up at me with a love struck face. I couldn't help but think that if Adam's wish came true and the two actually began dating, the wizarding world's valuables would be in grave danger. With her words and his charms, I was fairly sure the two would be unstoppable.

Honestly, the idea of the two of them eventually together frightened me. The minute it happened, I was going to take my valuables far, far away to store them in the most secure underground location possible. I was certain that if they truly wanted to, they could even rob Gringott's. In fact, I was more certain that if and when they eventually got together, instead of buying each other presents like normal couples, they would steal presents, each trying to top the other in the more extravagant con.

"So Professor," Adam said, "Please keep on pairing us up together. I'm going to go to the library and research a bit more on locking charms… the advanced kinds. I think I'll head over to the library now."

I smiled. As a fellow Ravenclaw, I could understand his thirst for knowledge and as someone in love, I could also understand his desire to awe the object of his affections.

"Oh Adam," I said as he was about to walk out the door, "Don't be too afraid of Professor Weasley. I think she actually likes you."

He made a face of disbelief and walked away.

(-)

October 7th, Sunday

I woke up and immediately ran to my office and saw the lesson plans sitting there with a chocolate cupcake right next to it. The cupcake was topped with frosting and little sprinkles in the shape of hearts. I smiled at the ridiculousness of the scenario and took a huge bite of the cupcake.

I updated my security charms and added a few more layers of charms. If Adam was going to continue stealing from me, I might as well make him learn. I added two standard security charms used in Hungary and one used in the Nordic countries and contemplated another commonly used during Soviet Russia, but decided I would save it for later on. You have to take these things one at a time.


AN: Honestly, I'm dissatisfied with this chapter and I'm beginning to regret changing my one-shot into a multi-chap... It was wicked, quick and entertaining as a one-shot and now I'm afraid it's turned into something boring. I'm strongly considering taking this down and just uploading it in it's original form... I wanted to quickly update for the readers, but I feel that this chapter is extremely uneven.