Yay! 2nd chapter! These updates will be random, and maybe slow… Sometimes i will update fast, but other times, it'll take a long time to update… Oh well…. Anyway, enjoy!

-Huggybuggy11


"Real magic in relationships means an absence of judgement in others."

-Wayne Dyer


"Vladimir, come down for dinner!" Someone from downstairs called up to the lonely teen. The lights in his room were off, and he was sitting in the corner half asleep, but murmuring something to himself. He liked being in the dark. It made him feel safe, and felt like home. Even though his home with his real parents wasn't dark. But being in the dark just felt right for him.

"Vladimir Popescu, get down here right now. We have guests!" That person's tone was much more demanding. Vladimir got up and slowly walked out his room, into the long luxurious hallway. Guests were annoying, because normally when guests came over, it ended up as a big stupid party, and he couldn't get any sleep. But this time, when he made it down the long, huge flights of steps, the guests weren't who he thought they would be. A girl a little older than him stood in the doorway, wearing a green dress with an apron and flowers in her hair. She looked very happy, and her eyes were shut closed and her mouth was turned up in a smile.

"Hello, very nice to meet you! My name is Elizabeta Hérderváry!" She bowed her head a little bit. Vladimir smiled back a little bit, but not smiling fully. He had sharp teeth for some weird reason, and didn't want to show them to the girl.

"Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Hérderváry! This is Vladimir," the person said looking over at the teen. Elizabeta's parents looked over at him. They smiled and said hello to him, and he greeted back. After a while of talking, they finally brought the guests over to the dining room, where they were seated, and food was served. Everyone started talking, and Vladimir sat quietly and observed. He looked around at people's plates, and at the people's faces. They looked merry, and delighted. They talked and talked, and drank wine and laughed. When he looked over at Elizabeta's seat, he didn't see her.

"Huh..?" He looked around, but didn't see her anywhere. He decided not to ask, because he would feel dumb if she had actually gone to the bathroom, and was too zoned out to notice. But then, he felt a little tap on his foot. He made sure nobody was looking, before peeking under the table a bit. He faced Elizabeta, the girl he was searching for. She looked much more intense and serious than she did before when just arriving. It must be something serious, so he ducked down under the table next to her.

"What do you want?" He asked, whispering. She looked around at the feet surrounding them, and finally answered, "I wanted to ask you a question." He looked at her oddly, than said, "Sure, what?"

"Can we go up to your room? Its kind of, private…" She said, than rubbed her arm slowly. He blushed and stuttered, "S-sure, if you want to…"

"No! Not like that you dummy!" He was smacked hard by her hand, and he held onto his head, rubbing it.

"Ouch you idiot! Okay, okay, but you have to go back to your seat!" She nodded, and crawled over to where her seat was, and sat back down. Vladimir did the same.

"Um, mom? Can we be excused from the table?" Elizabeta, the calm looking, but violent girl asked her mom. She looked at her mom with big pleading eyes, and her mom fell for it.

"Sure sweety, of course you can-"

"What do you mean by we?" Her mom was cut off by one of the people who lived in the castle. This person was an old woman, and she wasn't nice at all. She was very strict and precise. Vladimir hated her with all of his heart. He wished she would die soon, so he wouldn't have to deal with her old lady nagging. 'Put that away, clean this clean that, stop doing stupid things, you have a life worth living, and you shouldn't be spending it doing video games.' Are some of the things she would say.

"Um… Me and…. Vladimir… Wanted to go um… To be excused from the table." The way she answered was shy and timid, and it tended to happen to everyone who was under the old lady's stare. She scared the crap out of everyone, and everyone knew she ought a be respected. And she expected respect from everyone.

"… Alright… Just, don't do anything…" This caused Vladimir to blush again, and Elizabeta looked over at him and stuck out her tongue. "We aren't lady!" She said, raising her voice at the old woman.

She got up from her seat, and beckoned for Vladimir to follow her. He got out of his chair too, and followed. Once they got to his room, she told him to close the door after him, because she said what she was about to say was top-secret.

"Okay, doors closed, even though i doubt they can hear us over their loud laughing." She glared at him, and rolled her eyes. "Whatever, just shut up and let me ask you the question."

He was quiet, and waited for her question. "Are you by any chance…. A witch?"


It was a cold day outside, but Lukas Bondevik, who sat inside, felt nothing from the cold. He was sitting on his bed skyping a teen named Arthur, who lived all the way in the UK. Lukas lived up in the cold, frigid northern Europe. To be more specific, Norway. He liked Norway, it was beautiful compared to any other country he's ever been to. Norway was magnificent. Just, really cold. He didn't mind the cold, he was used to it. But being warmer from time to time would be nice.

"Lukas! Oi, Lukas!" A loud voice called from downstairs. He shut his laptop aggressively, but none of it showing on his face. His expression was what you would call, poker face. He just didn't show emotion much. He felt emotion though, and it made him feel bad when people say that he's and emotionless robot. He's not… He feels just as much as anyone else in the world.

"What do you want Matthias?" He yelled down from his room. His voice was very quiet normally, and yelling wasn't something he did a lot. It hurt to yell sometimes, but he wasn't sure why.

"Hmm? Oh, um… You wanna take a walk with me?" Matthias asked, but this time without yelling. He sounded a little somber, and in low spirits. Normally, no matter what, the obnoxious dane was always energetic and excited, even in the middle of the night. So whatever got him down must be something pretty big.

"Alright, i'm coming…" He walked back to his computer and told Arthur he had to go. Than, he grabbed his coat and scarf, earmuffs, and gloves and snow boots and ran downstairs to Matthias, who was standing by the door ready to go outside. Matthias opened the door, and together they walked outside into the freezing cold of the nordic winter time.


Aww… i Don't like seeing Matthias sad… It makes me sad… :(