Me: *being dragged by VM* YOU. ARE. A. MOTHER. FUCKING. SLAVE. DRIVER!
VM: It's your fucking fault! You made the last chapter so bloody short! AND I've got to keep you on your toes...
Me: ...what did you just say?
VM: "I've got to keep you on your toes"?
Me: No, not that! The one before it!
VM: "You made the chapter so bloody short"?
Me: Sweet Merlin! Mate, your turning British!
VM: Well, you are too!
Me: Huurahhhhhhhh~!
VM: Before we get too excited, we would like to thank the reviewers: ProudoftheUSA, Joelle8, TwinzLover
Me: Speaking of reviews ProudoftheUSA wants to know what Aqua and Ed are wearing. The answer: the slacks of the boy's uniforms.
VM: Yeah, 'cause they're defiant that way.
Me: Okay~! Now which one of these incredibly hot Marauders--ahem, right, sorry, I mean which one of the Marauders wants to do the freaking disclaimer?!
VM: Why don't we make all of them do the disclaimer?
Me: *shrugs* Eh, which ever works.
Marauders: These two slave drivers ("HEY! THAT'S ONLY VM!") does not own Harry Potter.
Me: Now on with this crap!
"So, how did it go?" Aly asked as soon as she saw Ed and Aqua.
They were walking away from the Great Hall and going to their first classes. Aly and Aqua had Herbology together, Ed, meanwhile, had Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Oh, you know, the usual. Had a nice chat with the old chap, himself. Right, and we also have detention, three days of cleaning the freaking dungeons." Ed replied in a monotone.
"Not so much the usual with Black there." Aqua put in.
Aly suddenly perked up and asked, "What really happened?"
"Oh, nothing, my best friend decided to betray me, and oh, Black just wanted to save his own ass, so I nearly got twice the detention since I did both--"
"Sorry, mate," apologized Aqua. "Under pressure, you see. Can't say much when the old chap's in front of me. Still scares me shitless."
"That's why you've gotta grow balls, Aqua, balls."
Aly stopped and frowned. "Balls…?" she asked incredulously.
"O-oh," Aqua stammered. "N-no, Ed meant… theoretical balls. You know. Imaginary ones."
"But… balls?!"
"Yeah, Aqua needs some balls."
"O-oh, as if you have any." Aqua's voice dropped to a whisper. "Shut up, Ed, you're too loud…"
"I so have balls!" Ed said indignantly, as if not hearing Aqua's whispered comment. "Theoretical and real balls! Balls that would make any real man cower in fear!"
"What's this talk of… balls?" piped up a voice behind them. A voice all too familiar.
The three turned around, only to find Sirius Black hot on their heels.
Ed growled. "Goddamn, Black, stop stalking us! Whaddya want?!"
"Oh, so first, you don't let me eat my breakfast in peace, then you get me detention, then you also don't want me to go to class quietly? I just happened to pass by the same bloody corridor, Rochford, or are you just that dumb? And Jesus, why, would anyone stalk you, of all sodding people to stalk?"
"Fuck off!"
Ignoring Ed, Sirius turned to Aqua and Aly. "So, I overheard your conversation on… balls. What about 'em?"
"You fucking don't have any!" Ed screamed at him. At this point, every single head turned their attention to Ed, and more particularly, Sirius, who turned bright red, as every male of the student population began to laugh.
"Take that back, Rochford, take that back," Sirius hissed.
"Please, Black," Ed made the world-famous, talk-to-the-hand gesture. "Not taking back something that's true."
"Fucking take it back, you bitch." Sirius advanced menacingly on to Ed. "I will not be humiliated by a girl, and you, of all girls." His nose wrinkled in annoyance. "Even then, you're not a girl at all."
"You never learn, Black! It's bastard, bastard, BASTARD! Bastard, coated with bastard, filled with bastard filling, topped with bastard sprinkles!" Ed's voice took on a higher pitch.
"Stop it, you two!" Aqua held onto the back of Ed's robes to keep her from attacking Sirius and delivering severe damage. Aly stood between the two, blocking Sirius's path.
It's as if they weren't even there. "Stupid bastard, you mean! That's what you are, Rochford!"
"Ed, Sirius, let's calm down—"
"—OH YEAH YOU MOTHERFUCKER?!"
"Look, Aqua, here's the technique. You've gotta fight fire with fire. You gotta be louder than these bastards to get their attention. Just like—"
"—CORRECTION, I NEVER SHAGGED MY MOM, I HATE HER!"
"Shut up!" Aly yelled.
"—OH, BUT OF COURSE. SHE WANTED TO SHAG YOU."
"Aly, it's not working."
"Wait, I'm trying."
"SHE DID NOT! SHE BLASTED ME OFF MY FAMILY TREE, SO NOW I LIVE WITH POTTER! YOU THINK THAT'S FUN?! YOU THINK I'LL EVER LOVE HER FOR THAT?!"
"OH, SO IT'S POTTER NOW, EH? I ALWAYS KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING BETWEEN YOU—"
"—STOP IT, YOU BITCHES!" Aly bellowed, finally louder than the two. "WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO FUCKING FIGHT?! GET ON WITH YOUR CLASSES, YOU NITWITS, BEFORE I RIP YOUR HEADS OFF!"
Ed gulped. Aly was the mom of the three, and very, very mom-like and nice, just like real moms, but once you pissed her off, she could give Mrs. Black a run for her money. "O-okay, mate, no need to get so heated up."
"Y-yeah," Sirius said, backing away slowly. Aly had this dangerous look of 'I-will-bloody-castrate-you-if-you-dare', and Sirius, being Sirius, didn't want to have any serious damage done to his… balls. Or lack thereof. "Heading off to Defense Against the Dark Arts!" He laughed nervously.
"M-me too!" Ed stammered. Ed and Sirius were about to sprint off, when both stopped. "Wait, WHAT?!"
Veins popped everywhere.
"I HAVE DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS WITH YOU!?" The two yelled at the same time. Or rather, screamed in rage.
"GOD, KILL ME! SEND YOUR THUNDERBOLT AND AIM IT AT MY HEAD—"
"—Throw me off the astronomy tower, please."
Aly put her fingers to her temples. "Oh, fuck."
"Excuse me Professor Sprout, but we're going to do WHAT?!"
"As I have said, Miss Crux," said Professor Sprout as the rest of the class—which were composed of seventh year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs—stared at her with wide eyes, "we are doing a year long project on observing the Whomping Willow."
"Bu-but isn't that dangerous?" Aqua replied meekly and the class nodded in agreement.
"Not when I'm around, Miss Crux. Besides, we are only observing, nothing too dangerous." Professor Sprout answered with a tone of finality.
Defeated, Aqua joined the rest of the class moving to the grounds.
Aly nudged her side, successfully getting her attention.
"Don't worry about it too much." Aly said. "Your hair will turn gray."
Aqua laughed softly. Trust Aly to break some ice. "Thanks, mum."
But even then Aqua felt some worry returning to her. She didn't know it, really, kind of like a sense of foreboding that something terrible will happen soon. She shook her head. Aly was right, she worried too much.
They had finally reached the Whomping Willow with Professor Sprout in front of the class; Aly and Aqua bringing up the rear.
"Alright!" Professor Sprout yelled over the chatter of the students. "Now, before we start this project, you will all be grouped into pairs!"
Quick as light, both Aly and Aqua seized each other's arms and linked them together. They saw many students also did this, grabbing their desired partner.
Professor Sprout frowned.
"Students! Please don't get your partners just yet! Rather," she chuckled, "I will be assigning them for you."
All of the seventh years grumbled their protests, but nevertheless, complied.
"Hmm, yes, let's see," Professor Sprout muttered to herself, reading the piece of parchment she was holding, "Miss Apostle and Mister Hansen, please."
A girl with long, dark, frizzy hair came to the front, followed by a thin looking bloke with blonde hair.
"Mister Blackwell and Miss Dale," continued Professor Sprout.
This time it was a boy with a muscular build and incredibly tall; a girl that matches the height of her partner with long brown hair. Aly thought she had the silkiest hair she had ever seen.
And so it went on until only four people were left without any partners. There were, of course, Aqua and Aly (both are hoping to be partners), a weak looking Hufflepuff boy whose eyes keep darting all over the place, and—
'Wait,' thought Aqua looking squinting at their fourth companion, 'is that—? No, it can't be…SHIT!'
Because standing there, tall and with a straight back, eyes solely on the Whomping Willow, was one Remus J. Lupin.
"You are fifteen minutes and thirty seconds late. Please, take your seats before I deduct ten points from Gryffindor," the new teacher said, coldly. "Mister and Miss…?"
"Rochford," panted Ed, as Sirius said, "Black."
The two had to run at break-neck speed to get to the DADA classroom, partly because the two had another yelling match in the hallway that lasted for seven and half minutes, and partly because they received a death glare and a threat from Aly.
"I am Professor Hawthorne, and you would do best to not be late in my class. Ever," said the professor, although Ed detected a slight snarl to that statement, and nodded.
Ed trudged to her seat, but not before giving Sirius a glare saying, 'you-fucking-sonofabitch-this-is-so-your-fault.' She also made a rude hand gesture to Professor Hawthorne, whose back was turned at that moment, and in which some goody-two-shoes gasped at.
Ed always respected her Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. It was, after all, one of her favorite subjects, and one of the handful she cared enough to do well in. However, it's well known that a teacher has never lasted a year in the post, and she vaguely wondered what Professor Hawthorne would be like. It didn't matter, because Ed knew that at the beginning of the year, she would take an immediate dislike to her DADA teacher, and then finally learn to respect them towards the end of the year.
Professor Hawthorne turned back to face us. "For the benefit of those who came in late," he said, shooting a look at Ed and Sirius, "We are, for the first part of the semester, experimenting on some spells. Strengthening shield charms, for example. Making counter-spells more effective. Improvising non-verbal spells. It will go on for a month and a half, and I want reports coming in every week. Do I make that clear?"
The whole class nodded. "Alright. Go into your separate pairs, and discuss."
The whole class was into an uproar, students started getting up and out of their seats, moving about, and chatting. Ed stood up too, unsure what to do, as she approached Professor Hawthorne.
"Er, Professor," Ed said, uncertainly, as the teacher slowly turned around. "I believe you haven't assigned me to a partner."
And at that same time, Sirius Black came up to the DADA professor. "Professor, I don't have a partner…"
Professor Hawthorne gave them a blank stare. Then he chuckled. Then the chuckle became a sarcastic laugh, to which Ed's eye twitched. "Obviously, Miss Rochford, Mister Black, you are partners."
Sirius' eyes widened, and Ed made a sound in her throat. Twitch, twitch.
"S-surely, you meant to assign us to someone else, Professor…?" Sirius pleaded.
"Of course not! Everyone else chose their partners." He cocked an eyebrow, looking at Sirius, then Ed. "That, of course, is one disadvantage of being late."
"Oh, hell no, Professor," Ed said, instantly regretting how her mouth betrayed her.
"Language, Miss Rochford. Something that a lady should always remember. And it is your own fault for coming in late, do not put the blame on me. Besides," he said, a small grin forming on his face, "This may be a great opportunity for you to work out some kinks in your relationship."
At this point, Sirius began to cough violently, and Ed felt like someone gave a heavy blow to her stomach.
"R-r-relationship!?"
"WHAT?!"
Professor Hawthorne only winked.
"What the hell is he doing here?" Aqua whispered urgently to Aly, pointing at the offending person.
"Well I don't know, Aqua," Aly replied, sarcasm evident in her voice, "maybe it's because this is a school and he's a student."
"Oh, come on! You know that's not what I meant!"
"I know. But seriously, it's obvious he just had the same class as us." Aly said, shrugging it off. She looked at Aqua more closely, a hint of suspicion in her eyes. "Why are you so concerned anyway?"
Aqua immediately looked away from her calculating stare and said, "Nothing. Just a bit of a surprise, is all."
"Mmmhmm," Aly murmured, still looking unconvinced.
Aqua was saved from making anymore protests by Professor Sprout saying, "Now, the last pairs."
Aqua really wished she'd get Aly for her partner. Or maybe that Hufflepuff bloke. Or anyone else, for that matter, just—she prayed to the sky—NOT LUPIN.
"Miss Malvyne and Mister Mercer."
Aqua felt her heart drop down to her stomach.
"And the last two, Miss Crux and Mister Lupin." Professor Sprout finished, rolling up her parchment.
"So, what've we got, Rochford?" Sirius asked, gritting his teeth. If only he knew how much Ed wanted to chain herself to manacles and jump out the Great Lake.
Ed let out a low, menacing hiss. "Nothing but one fucking hypothesis, two sodding objectives, and one-but-not-so-whole experiment from yours truly, because Black," she snarled, "You haven't done a single fucking thing for the past fifteen minutes, and you're asking me how it's going!? Try using your bloody brain if you even HAVE one."
Sirius, knowing full well that he couldn't yell and cause a ruckus in class, also hissed back a reply. "I have one, Rochford, and my logic cannot comprehend with logics that are far lesser than mine."
"Was that a word containing more than five letters, Black? Are you starting to actually grow a brain?"
Sirius only growled back.
"Barking now, are you, Black? Doesn't seem much worse than your bite."
"Fuck you, Rochford."
Ed's face wrinkled in disgust. "Of all men I would like to shag, least of all would be you, pompous bastard. Besides," she said, with a knowing smirk, "we all know you're lacking in the balls department."
Sirius opened his mouth to say something, then closed it, then opened it again.
"Imitating a goldfish now, Black?"
"Why are you so… evil to me, Rochford?"
"You started it first, you bitch."
"I did not! To hell with you, woman."
"Gladly."
"What, may I ask, is your deal?"
"My deal, Black," Ed said, glaring at him viciously, like her looks could cut daggers into his eyes, "is you. You are practically the most pompous, no-good bastard I've met, and in all of my years in Hogwarts, it's the last one that I have to fucking deal with you. Stop making my bloody life Hell, because I've already seen and lived in it."
"Goddamn you. You think your life is Hell?! Try mine, bitch."
"Bastard."
"Fuck off."
"Grow some balls." Unbeknownst to the two, the class' chatter fell into a silent lull, to which, their insults at each other could be heard, even if they were at the very end of the room. Professor Hawthorne, at this point, was shocked to hear the two cussing each other out, but decided to keep a straight face as he walked over to their desks.
"Care to explain, or share, Mister Black, Miss Rochford, what you are discussing over there?"
"Er… Theorizing on how to improve the Protego Shield Charm?"
"I wonder as to why that topic would lead to the discussion of, oh, I don't know, balls."
Ed grimaced as Sirius turned beet red. The class laughed, and Hawthorne turned and gave them his coldest stare.
"See me after class, you two," Professor Hawthorne said, giving the two a look. "Please continue with your work," he called out to the whole class.
"Sonofabitch," Ed snarled.
"Now, what I want you to do is talk to your partner on what to monitor. It can be the movements of the Willow's branch, how it gets its water, or how does this particular plant deal with its weeds, etc. It can be anything as long as it is related to the Whomping Willow. But do not expect this to be all that we'll do, oh no, this project will merely be held half the period, while the other half is dedicated to other activities. Hurry on, now."
Aqua approached Remus with hesitance clear in her movements.
"So," she said.
Remus gave her a gentle smile. "So,"
An awkward silence ensued in which Aqua was determinedly looking down at her feet and Remus still smiling.
"Augh, I can't work like this!" Aqua suddenly yelled, shocking Remus. She snapped her head and faced him eye to eye, her arms crossed over her chest. "Let's get this straight, I really want to pass N.E.W.T.S and I'm certain you want to as well, but the only way to do that is by working together and not dragging each other's arses down. So we are going to do this right and you better be damn sure you're willing to."
Still in shock from her little speech, Remus could only nod.
"Okay. Good." She huffed. "Now that that's settled…what the hell are we supposed to do for this god forsaken project?"
Remus looked at Aqua, studying her. It was quite a surprise that she had this kind of attitude, she acted as though she would rather die than work with him. Though a blow to his feelings (he gets that all the time before he was at Hogwarts, he is a werewolf after all) it was actually a curious thing to do. Most girls these days would like a chance to be with a Marauder.
"Hmmm, well, I have an idea," he said, putting a hand to his chin, thinking.
"Let's hear it then!"
"See those insects? I was thinking, maybe there's a pattern on how…"
The rest of the class was spent with students working on their desired tasks and without any event. Well, that's not exactly true. There was this incident where Aly started yelling at her partner, Lance. It went like this:
"Would you move your freaking ass?!" She yelled at the cowering boy, "We're losing time here! No! Don't go there! You'll get hit by that—"
Too late. The boy was hit on the stomach by a wild branch from the Willow.
"What did I tell you?! WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU?! NOW WE'RE DELAYED! OH, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! GET UP, YOU IDIOT!" Aly then proceeded to kick Lance at the side. Hard.
Lance let out a whimper.
"Stop complaining! Show some of that macho crap you blokes are always bragging about!"
Aqua quickly looked away from the scene, suppressing a laugh. Aly might be the mother figure to them, but with others, she can be as bad as Ed in her 'pissed off' moods. Sometimes even worse.
Aqua prayed for the poor, poor soul of Lance Mercer.
Ed stabbed her chicken viciously, muttering and swearing under her breath.
"Er, Ed…?" Ed's demeanor greatly disturbed Aly and Aqua, because it certainly was not a good sign for her to be pissed on the first day of school. And surely, they were going to get their fair share of Ed's temper, if they didn't get her to cool down.
"What?" Ed snapped.
"Now don't talk to us like that, mate. Tell us what the hell happened to you that got you so freaking cross." Aly said.
Ed's face took on the look of a crazy mass murderer. "Sirius. Fucking. Black." she replied, practically choking out her words in her utter rage. The hand holding her knife shook dangerously, and there was a mad glint in her eyes.
Aqua eyed the silver knife. "Er, Ed, you might want to put that down first…"
"I'LL NOT PUT THIS BLOODY KNIFE DOWN 'TILL I SHOVE IT DOWN BLACK'S THROAT!"
"Okay. No problem. Just be sure you don't stick it in ours." Aqua said, visibly inching away from Ed. Really, the midget had some temper…
"So, what did Black do? We can castrate him for it," Aly asked, hopefully trying to get Ed into a lighter mood. "You know what they say, if you tell someone about your problems, you feel less burdened by them."
Instantly, Aly regretted asking.
"WHAT DID BLACK DO?! WHAT DO YOU THINK THAT SONOFABITCH DID?! HE RUINED MY DADA CLASS! HE MADE ME FUCKING LATE, GET A BAD FIRST IMPRESSION FROM THE FUCKING TEACHER, AND BEING THE USELESS, POMPOUS, SODDING BASTARD THAT HE IS, HE DIDN'T EVEN HELP WITH OUR PROJECT! AND DID I FORGET TO MENTION HE'LL BE MY PARTNER FOR A MONTH AND A HALF!?!!" Ed stabbed her chicken with such unnerving force that it made her plate rattle, and her goblet too, causing the people beside them (and all of them were staring) to wince. "THAT BLOODY GIT! I SWEAR BY ALL THINGS UNHOLY, I WILL PERSONALLY DRAG HIM TO THE FIERY PITS OF HELL!"
"At least you don't have to deal with any of the Marauders today, Ed," Aly soothed, patting Ed on the back.
Ed bit into her chicken angrily, grumbling to herself. After a while, she seemed to calm down, although her eyebrows were still intact, and that nasty frown stayed on her face. "Bloody better not be."
Aqua nudged Aly. "Blimey, you forgot to tell her she's facing the whole lot of them first thing tomorrow for Potions… And for Muggle Studies too, if I'm not mistaken," she said in a low voice that surely even Ed wouldn't hear.
How wrong she was.
"WHAT?!" At this point, Aqua and Aly pulled out a pair of earplugs.
"BLOODY POTIONS WITH THOSE PRATS?!! NOW THAT IS IT, I WILL PERSONALLY CALL ON THE HOUNDS OF HELL TO FEED ON THOSE BLASTED MARAUDERS!! THEY WILL REGRET MEDDLING WITH—"
"—the Midget of Hell…"
"BLOODY CLAM IT, AQUILA CRUX!"
Dinner was already being served in the Great Hall.
The usual chatter of students from the four, long tables filled the Hall. Food was of abundance in Hogwarts, as was usual, and the whole of its population was enjoying it immensely.
Aly was sitting at the Gryffindor table, Aqua just beside her. Now, to and innocent passer-by, nothing odd comes out of this picture. Just two friends, eating dinner, and making idle chatter. Nothing odd at all.
But the Marauders were different.
In the short, short time they knew these girls (barely even a day), they understood that they value their friendship very dearly. It's even similar to how the Marauders value theirs.
So it was actually very curious, when they found two of them, but found one missing.
"Where the bloody hell is Rochford?" Sirius asked, as the rest seated themselves across from the girls, just as they had done that morning in breakfast.
He was answered by twin glares.
Sirius put his hands up in the universal gesture of 'don't-kill-me-with-those-bloody-samurai-swords-shooting-out-from-your-freaking-eyes'. Well, it was more or less the message.
"Why the hell do you care?" Aly spat, her tone threatening.
Sirius shrugged. "I'd like to keep tabs on the most annoying creature in this world."
The glares intensified.
"If you must know," said Aqua in an unusually strong voice, "Ed's still in classes."
The four boys stared at her with wide eyes.
"But it's dinner!" James finally yelled, after an awkward silence ensued. People began to stare, but only a handful.
"And your fucking point?" Aly asked.
"There are no classes during dinner or after it," replied Remus calmly.
"Ever heard of determination, you blokes?" Aqua asked.
"What the hell does that have to do with anything?" Sirius asked back.
Aly sighed and said, "Look, okay. You don't know Ed as much as we do. If you did, you'd know what she went through, and how she absolutely wants to become an Auror. And not just any Auror—because, heck, people reckon the number for Auror applicants have risen due to You-Know-Who—but the best Auror the Wizarding World has ever seen. And she made a promise to someone. Ed is a girl who sticks to her words. That, is determination, you bastards."
The rest of the meal consisted of silence.
The Marauders were contemplating on what Aly had said. They never knew someone can be this dedicated to the profession they like. Maybe, just maybe, a spark of respect had lighted within them for the blonde midget ("Respect my ass.")
"What happened?" Sirius asked quietly.
"Huh?"
"To Ed, he means," Remus said.
Aly stared at the two of them, and was about to open her mouth when Aqua glared at Sirius.
"You don't deserve to know," she said, in a deadly tone.
"P-pardon?" Remus stammered.
"You don't deserve to know! Nothing, about Ed! And we'll not tell you. Why don't you ask her? It's her secret to tell." Aqua said, challenging Sirius, who opened his mouth to reply. "But even then, she won't tell you, you bastards, because you won't understand!"
"It's about high time you learned about respect, Black," added Aly.
Minutes before the food disappeared, they noticed Aqua grabbing a clean plate and piling it high with all sorts of main courses and desserts. Aly was also getting two goblets of pumpkin juice from the table.
"Those for Rochford?" Sirius asked the obvious question.
He only got two brisk nods as a reply before the two girls left the Great Hall.
The other Marauders glared at him.
"What?!"
"Blimey, mate, I didn't think you were such an insensitive wart."
"EDELWYNN MOTHERFUCKING ROCHFORD!"
Ed awoke with a start. She stretched from her desk, filled with parchment and her quill and ink. Aqua and Aly came up with a plate and two gobletfuls of pumpkin juice. The three were in their dorm, shared with two others—who, surprisingly, were not there.
"Here's your dinner, Ed," Aqua sang out, handing her the plate. Ed smiled gratefully, and began scarfing the whole thing down. "Might wanna slow down there, mate," Aqua said.
"Sorry. I always forget."
"S'okay," Aly said, sitting beside her. She frowned, looking at the piles of parchment on Ed's desk. "What the fuck is that? Homework?"
"Oh, for next week—"
"—Ed!" Aly smacked her head lightly.
"Ow! What?"
"Didn't we discuss that you're not overworking yourself this year?!"
"But, mate, it's only for next week," Ed protested. "It's much better if I finish this week and not worry about it on Friday."
Aqua rolled her eyes. "That's what you're gonna say next week; for next next week's homework."
Ed grimaced. "But I—"
"—Hate to tell ya this, mate," Aly said, cutting in. "But if your sister were here now, she'd have told you to relax a bit. It's your last year, for Merlin's sake!"
"But I promised Al," Ed said. "I'm not giving up. Taking a break means giving up. I won't. I need to do this, Aly."
The three just looked at each other. Aqua sighed, as Aly ran a hand through her hair.
"Fine," Aly said.
"Thanks, Aly." Aly waved it off, going to her trunk to take out some clothes and change. Soon, she dozed off, while Aqua still watched Ed multi-task between eating and working.
"Ed."
"Hm?" Ed said, still not taking her eyes off the parchment.
"Don't stay out too late, mkay? We don't want you to faint in class tomorrow. Potions, remember?"
"I know."
"G'night, mate."
"Night, Aqua."
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Me: ...psst, VM.
VM: What?
Me: I have no freaking idea what to say!
VM: I don't know, either! How about we just sing?
Me: Okay~!...What do we sing?
VM: ...I don't know...
Me: Oooh! Glee! *takes deep breath* I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU SAY GOODBYE I SAY HELLO~~~!
VM: ENOUGH WITH THE GLEE!
Me: REVIEW!