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A/N: Oh my… WOW. HAPPY NEW YEAR, MY DEARIES! Last year was actually full of disappointments for me and I do wish this year will be a better one.
Anyway, I'm sorry for the late update. I was in our province from the twenty-sixth until now. I was too busy mingling with my awesome cousins. And besides, there was no internet connection in that place so, I hope you understand.
Just read now. :D And do review after reading. Enjoy!
Warning/s: Draco's (kissable) potty mouth. You've been warned.
Chapter Ten: Enter Narcissa Malfoy
Hermione rushed towards the nearest boys' loo, her face twisted with uneasiness.
One thing she hated about Potions was that no matter how much nature was calling you, you had to hold it in. Snape always got annoyed when one of his students would ask permission to go to the bathroom. Apparently, he discovered that most of them just used it as an excuse to do some of their… personal activities.
And so, the brunette was running towards the nearest boys' loo, pleading for her bladder to hold it in just for a few more minutes.
Finally, she arrived. She slowly opened the door first and peeked in. Despite pretending to be a guy for almost a month already, she still found using the boys' comfort room uncomfortable.
Hermione released a relieved sigh upon seeing that no one was around. Her nose momentarily scrunched up in disgust before hurtling towards the nearest cubicle only to emerge back outside, a hand covering her eyes.
"Oh Merlin, I'll never get used to this," she murmured under her breath, occupying the cubicle next to the other one. Thankfully, it was much cleaner than the previous one and Hermione relieved her complaining bladder.
She remembered the first time she went to the boys' loo, Harry in tow. He was the first one who peeked in, looking if someone was inside. After making sure that no one was present, Hermione immediately walked in and almost screamed in horror.
A panicked Harry came bustling inside, wand drawn. "What? Where? What is it? Are you all right?" he constantly asked, his head moving around wildly.
"You call this a comfort room?" she shrieked, pointing an accusatory hand at Harry. "I am no way comforted in this… this jungle!"
She had to stomp into Moaning Myrtle's abandoned washroom, a hysterically laughing Harry still in tow. Myrtle was there, floating around and was surprised to see visitors, especially Harry Potter.
Myrtle tended to be nosy at times and Hermione softly pleaded Harry to distract her so that she could answer nature's call. She didn't want some deranged ghost to one day spout her secrets all over Hogwarts.
To Harry's pure horror, the said ghost started to flirt with him. Memories of their second year rushed back into him; memories of times when they spent planning and making a Polyjuice Potion in this same bathroom; memories of discovering the Chamber of Secrets and Myrtle shamelessly telling him that if somehow he did not survive this particular mission, she was willing to share her bathroom with him.
"Oh Merlin, Austen, are you done yet?" was his strangled exclamation. They agreed that he'd call her either 'Austen' or 'Hermes' if they were outside the safety of the Room of Requirement.
Hermione had successfully answered nature's call and emerged, looking a little less cranky than before. Upon seeing her best friend's tortured look, she only rolled her eyes and dragged the horrified Boy-Who-Lived with her, leaving a pathetically whining Moaning Myrtle.
And now, once again, she had successfully relieved her uneasiness and emerged out of the comfort room. Thankfully, no one was still inside the loo. Hermione immediately rushed out and composed herself.
She now started to walk to the Great Hall to eat her lunch when suddenly, a hand grabbed her from nowhere and forced her to hide behind an alcove.
Hermione, greatly terrified, released a loud yelp, which was then muffled by a sudden hand covering her hand. Out of instincts, she bit her captor's hand and was about to flee the said alcove.
"Ow! Hermione! It's me!" Harry softly hissed, forcing the brunette to look at him.
He had a pained scowl on his face as he cradled his injured hand. "Seriously," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "There's no need to overreact."
Hermione mirrored his scowl. "Harry," she spat back in a whisper, "don't do that ever again. You hear me?"
"Oh, gladly!" he exclaimed, frowning at his hand.
The brunette sighed and shook her head. "Why did you suddenly do that?" she asked. "You can ask me to meet you in the Room of Requirement, you know."
An impatient look settled on Harry's face. "Whatever," he dismissed. "Anyway, is it true that you bloody passed your Quidditch try-outs? I mean, that you are official one of the Chasers of the Slytherin Quidditch team?"
Harry looked genuinely disbelieving Hermione was driven to grimace. "Is it that hard to believe, huh, Harry?" she asked, accusing.
Her best friend raised both of his arms in defense. "Stop giving me that infamous 'Mrs. Weasley glare', Hermione," he said, trying to calm her down. "It's just that… you? Part of a Quidditch team?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" she retorted back in low growl.
"Hey, it's just that you… you used to bash Quidditch so much," he replied back with a reason. His cheeks colored and he nervously scratched his head. "And besides… you? Part of a Quidditch team?" He released a disbelieving chuckle whilst shaking his head. "I mean… come on."
"You do realize that you sound like you're insulting my Quidditch abilities, right Harry?" she said, grimacing, though her anger had diminished quite a bit.
"You can't blame me," he said, again as a good reason.
Hermione sighed and ruffled her short hair in annoyance – a habit she developed as soon as she started to pretend as a guy. "Well… ever heard of adrenaline rush?" Upon seeing his nod, she continued, "You can say that I was… charged with fear and so, my adrenaline kicked in. And besides" – her cheek colored – "I don't want to give Malfoy another reason to mock me every day."
She shook her head and laughed. "Ha! You should have seen his face when I goaled four out of five. Priceless, I tell you! And it increased ten-fold when he saw the new Meteorite 1997 that Blaise gave me. It was hil" –
"Hold on," he butted in, his eyes as wide as saucers. "You… Zabini got you what?"
A smirk formed on her face. "The broomstick that you and Ron had been gushing over like a pair of fan girls," she proudly said. A sigh escaped from her lips, mocking. "It's wickedly awesome to have rich friends at times."
Harry's face was so comical Hermione couldn't help but laugh. "What?" he asked again in disbelief. "Shit, I'd been dreaming of having that for ages." He released a groan and frowned at Hermione. "If I knew better, I'd say that he's already stealing my best friend from me."
Hermione rolled her eyes and wrapped an arm over Harry's shoulder, mimicking Teddy. "Oh the drama," she said, her anger completely diminished. "Don't worry, Potter, I'm allowing you to ride on it first before me for being such a good mentor and making me pass Quidditch."
He looked genuinely surprised, yet undoubtedly pleased. "You mean it?" he asked. When he saw her nod, he released a silent whoop. "Oh, I can't wait to see Ron's face when I told him I tried riding on a Meteorite 1997!" He gave her a kiss on her cheek. "Thanks Hermione; you're the best."
"Oh, I know," she said with a grin. "Just don't tell him that it was me who allowed you, huh? It might arouse some suspicions from Ron. You know him."
He nodded. "Okay, okay," he said. "Now, I'm setting you free from this blasted alcove because I'm famished." He gave her another kiss before emerging out of the alcove.
"Oh boys and Quidditch," she thought, shaking her head. "Guys are so predictable when it comes to Quidditch."
Hermione stayed behind for a bit, in case someone was passing by. After all, she did not want to start rumors about Hermes Austen and Harry Potter in a dark and secluded alcove. Things might be misinterpreted.
"Hey, Hermes!" Blaise called out, halting Hermione's steps.
She just arrived in front of the oak-wooden door of the Great Hall, anticipating lunch (she was truly starving) and was once again interrupted by none other than Blaise Zabini.
Hermione looked at him with raised eyebrows, curious. "Yeah?" she asked, watching as Blaise jogged towards her.
"Can you accompany me to Hogsmeade tomorrow?" he asked, a hopeful look on his face.
"Oh right, Hogmseade," she mused aloud. She actually had forgotten Hogsmeade Day would happen tomorrow again. "Yeah, sure. I mean, Teddy, Malfoy, you and I came together last Hogsmeade Day, right?"
Blaise nodded his head, a charming smile on his face. "Yes, but," he started, "Teddy's going to serve detention tomorrow and I think Draco has an appointment with Dumbledore so… it'll be just you and me."
"Oh," she said. Blaise was acting a bit suspicious Hermione was driven to ask. "Will… something happen tomorrow?"
Blaise's smile grew. "Well… actually, I have a date," he said. "And she said she will be late for a while. I'm kinda nervous tomorrow, you know. I have no idea what she feels for me. And most importantly, I have no idea what I feel for her. So, that's why we agreed to have a date to try to understand each other's feelings and I want you to accompany me first to put my nerves at bay… So, are you game?"
Hermione grinned widely. "Of course," she exclaimed. 'So, Blaise Zabini is having girl problems, huh?' she mused. Ever since Harry and Ron had hit puberty, they treated Hermione as their adviser for their girl problems. And so far, she was an expert in this field. Now that Blaise was the one having girl problems, she agreed without hesitation.
"Great!" he exclaimed, patting Hermione's shoulders. "Thanks, Hermes. You'll be such a great help."
"No problem," she retorted back.
"Anyway, I got to go," Blaise said. "I still have to finish my extra credit in Transfiguration."
"Aren't you going to eat lunch first?" she asked.
Blaise shrugged. "Nah, I think I'll pass," he said. Blaise made a move to go. "Well, see you later. And don't forget our appointment tomorrow!"
"I sure won't," was her reply as Blaise jogged back into the library, waving his hand in farewell.
As soon as he was out of sight, Hermione turned around and shook her head. "Boys," she said, opening the oak-wooden doors.
Students were already half-way done eating their lunch. Hermione briskly walked towards where Teddy and Draco were staying and plopped down beside Teddy, who was sitting across the blond.
"What took you so long?" Teddy inquired, munching his California maki. "Lunch's almost over."
"I just bumped into Blaise," she said, gathering food on her plate. "Do you know that Blaise will have a date tomorrow?"
To her surprise, Teddy coughed and Draco's eyes widened.
"Blaise… on a date?" the blond exclaimed, apparently hearing Hermione's new information. "That's some news."
Hermione frowned. "Why? He never dated anyone before?" she asked.
"Well, Blaise doesn't really… give much attention to the opposite sex," Teddy said after his coughing fit ceased. "And now that he has a date… wow. Draco, our Blaise Zabini is finally growing up! Aren't you proud?"
Draco's mere answer was an eye roll.
"It's sad that you won't be with us in Hogsmeade tomorrow, Teddy," Hermione said, shooting a glare towards Malfoy's direction.
The adorable Slytherin sighed. "Yeah, me too," he stated back. "I mean… I wanted to spy on Blaise's date."
"I'll be there," she said, shrugging. "He even asked me to accompany him first to calm his nerves."
"Figures," Draco butted in. "Zabini only wanted to use you first, Austen."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione shot back, her glare darkening.
"Think whatever you want to think, nuisance," the blond calmly said after drinking the remnants of his pumpkin juice. He then stood up and was about to walk out of the Great Hall but then stopped to look at a fuming Hermione, "Good luck on tomorrow, Austen. And be a good comforter for Blaise, okay? I don't want him to blow his chance of finally getting some girl in his life."
Hermione bristled as soon as Draco walked away.
Teddy sighed. "Don't mind him," he told her. "Draco just likes to tease people."
The brunette sighed and rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she murmured, finishing up her food.
"Sherbet Lemons."
The ugly stone gargoyle sprang into life and jumped off its perch, allowing Draco to enter. A slowly ascending circular staircase met his eye and carefully, he jumped on the first step and slowly rose off the ground.
Draco soon reached the top and stepped off the staircase and was greeted by an oak-wooden door with a brass griffin as its doorknocker.
Gingerly, he knocked. A soft "come in" replied. The Slytherin twisted the brass doorknob and was gained entrance into the Headmaster's Office.
Draco had known this particular room by heart. After all, this was the same room that Dumbledore asked for him to regularly meet with him regarding the future plans of the Dark Lord.
His eyes landed on the portraits of the past Headmasters and averted them once again on Fawkes. The last time he came here, the phoenix was sick and dying. And now, Fawkes was alive and healthy, even greeting him with a soft squawk.
Draco patted his head gently before walking straight towards the Headmaster's table, only to see that he was not sitting on his usual table.
He looked around, confused. Soon, Dumbledore emerged from a humongous bookshelf, a book in hand.
"Pardon me, Mister Malfoy. I was just having some… research," the old man said, walking to his desk and sitting down on his usual chair. He gestured him to sit across from him, which the Slytherin did, and he then looked at Dumbledore expectantly.
"You've asked for my presence, Professor?" he asked as a start of their conversation.
Dumbledore sighed and nodded, absentmindedly rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I apologize," he said. "I am aware that it's Hogmseade Day today and I'm depriving you from one of your most-awaited breaks. But, I have some important news for you, Mister Malfoy, and I'm afraid I have to tell it to you as soon as possible."
Worry became visible on the young man's face. "And, what is it?" he asked, millions of predictions swarming inside his head.
"It regards your mother," the Headmaster continued, eyes intently on his student.
Draco bristled on his seat, his cool mask cracking. "What about her?" he asked morosely… voice controlled.
Dumbledore frowned in worry. "Healer Watson wished to speak to you, Mister Malfoy," he continued, intertwining his fingers. "He asked me to grant you permission to go to St. Mungo's and I am. You are allowed to visit your mother today but please be back before five in the afternoon."
The blond nodded, already rising up from his seat. "I guess I'll be using your fireplace now," he softly said.
"Please," Dumbledore said, gesturing towards his fireplace. He watched as Draco slowly dragged himself towards the Headmaster's fireplace. The Slytherin grabbed a handful of Floo Powder, threw it into the fireplace, stepped inside the glowing emerald fire, and shouted a loud and clear "St. Mungo's!"
And soon, Draco Malfoy was gone.
As soon as he was out of sight, Dumbledore slowly shook his head and rubbed his aching temples. "Poor boy," he murmured, grabbing his abandoned book and continuing his research about an incantation and parents of a certain brunette incognito.
An unwanted cough escaped from Draco as soon as he stepped off the fireplace. He consciously brushed off some ashes off his shoulders, mentally cursing the disadvantages of Floo Powder.
He finally arrived at the reception area of the hospital. The usual Welcome Witch, a kind and old lady by the name of Ellen Stone, greeted him with a warm smile. Draco did not even bother to chat with her. After all, he already knew the location of his mother's room after weeks of secretly visiting Mrs. Malfoy.
To his horror, he felt a little nervous. He hated hospitals. Always had and always will. First of all, he loathed the smell of Disinfecting Charms and soothing salves. They always left him nauseous. Another was the fact that it was a place where the injured and inflicted people come and go. He hated to see the abnormalities that appeared on each and every patient.
And now… knowing that his mother was confined in St. Mungo's made him hate it all the more.
Narcissa Malfoy had never been a supporter of the Dark Side. She just pretended to just to please her husband and for Draco's sake. But then, her pretense broke when the day that she feared the most finally came.
Draco's initiation.
She was devastated, knowing that her only son, a mere sixteen-year-old boy, would become a Death Eater at such a tender age. She always told the blond that she wished him a better life than this… that she wished he never grew up in such an environment wherein evil was everywhere.
And most of all, she apologized to him for being weak and failing to protect him more from his father's evil plans for him.
Draco's initiation day came and for support, his parents were with him. Lucius was undoubtedly proud his only heir was following his footsteps. And Narcissa… she was feeling the opposite. Draco was the only one who saw through her fake grins and other pretenses.
As the painful Dark Mark was tattooed on his left arm, he was the only one who saw a regretful tear that rolled down from his beautiful mother's eye.
After that, his missions started. At first, Narcissa never said anything about her anxieties in front of Lucius, only at the presence of Draco. But then, his missions became more and more dangerous to the point of failures already cost his life.
One day, Narcissa voiced out her interjection to Lucius. The Malfoy Patriarch was so enraged with Narcissa's objections, spitting words of disgust and obvious regret that he married a woman who did not respect his own lord.
Draco was there, silently watching this sudden exchange of heated words between his parents, mostly from his father. But he never saw the next thing that Lucius did to Narcissa coming.
A dark curse, he later on discovered. A dark curse that if not successfully lifted off his mother, Narcissa Malfoy would die.
He was so devastated about this and swore that he would avenge his mother. He ran off, together with his mother, to the safest place he knew – Hogwarts.
Dumbledore received him with open arms and promised to help him and his mother. He promised to protect his mother from harm. The Slytherin was so grateful and swore to the old man that he would be loyal to the Light Side from then on and that he was willing to put his life into danger just so he could tell some pieces of information from Voldemort's side.
"Mister Malfoy."
The blond was cut off from his musings by Healer Watson. He blinked thrice and was amused to discover that he was already in front of his mother's room.
"Healer Watson," he greeted with a small tilt of his head. "Dumbledore told me you have to meet me."
The healer looked grave as he nodded and gestured Draco to follow him inside of his mother's room.
Narcissa still looked the same – sickly and motionless. His once beautiful mother was gone, replaced by an ailing woman fighting for her survival. The healers already knew the dark curse placed on his mother and were already doing everything they could to break the said curse.
Draco gingerly approached his mother and bent down to give her a kiss on her forehead, brushing some wiry fringes off her head.
"Mister Malfoy," Healer Watson called once again.
The blond swiveled around, eyebrows raised in question.
The healer regretfully sighed, eyes darting everywhere but Draco. "We… we've been doing everything to break the curse placed on your mother. And please believe me when I tell you that we give a lot of importance on her current predicament. But… but I apologize. I think that this will fail in the end."
Draco's eyes enlarged.
"But," the healer interjected, continuing, "but of course, the decision will be yours. Do you wish for us to continue or… end this?"
Silence.
Healer Watson watched the Malfoy heir in apprehension, his silence making him more agitated.
"What kind of a question is that?" Draco suddenly said. The healer flinched with the tone of his voice: cold… biting. "Are you telling me you're giving up already?" His voice raised a notch higher or two, eyes clearly ablaze with fury. "I am fucking paying you to do your damn job!"
He was shouting now. "Are you sure you're doing your job?" he demanded, taking a few threatening steps towards the healer. "Do you need me to pay you more to find a fucking cure for my mother? HUH? TELL ME!"
His voice thundered and one curious healer walked inside the room. "What is going on in here?"
Draco grabbed Healer Watson's collar in fury. He neared his furious face towards the already frightened healer. "Do whatever it takes to find a cure for my mother, Watson!" he growled, his grip with his collar tightening.
The new healer pleaded for him to let go of poor Healer Watson but they all fell into deaf ears.
"I am going to pay you more if needed," he sneered. "And don't you dare give up because for fuck's sake, she's my mother! And I am telling you I've never given up hope yet."
And with that, he released the healer with so much force. Healer Watson toppled and landed on the ground, watching as the blond stalked out of the room in haste.
"You all right?" his colleague asked, helping him up back to his feet.
Healer Watson sighed. "Yeah," he said. "I guess."
"Do you want me to - ."
"No, leave him alone," he answered. "I actually expected that kind of reaction from him."
"Oh Merlin, why do I always forget to look at the time when I'm in the library?" Hermione asked herself, walking inside the Slytherin common room after shouting the password for entrance.
A few Slytherins greeted her, which she returned with a bemused smile. Even if she was a Slytherin for almost a month already, it still surprised her when some of her Housemates greeted her with warm smiles and hellos.
The brunette walked up the stairs towards her room and reached it after a few big strides. She banged it open, not even minding to shut it up again. "Oh, Blaise is going to kill me if I'm late," she muttered under her breath.
Hermione passed Draco Malfoy's bed (just beside her own). She already took two steps away from his bed before halting.
Eyebrows knitted in confusion, she took two steps back. Her eyes landed on the blond's bed and frowned. "Malfoy?" she asked, noticing a lump on top of Draco's bed, proof that someone was present on top of his bed.
Her confusion increased ten-fold when a soft gasp was heard under his comforter. "Malfoy?" she asked once again. All thoughts about Blaise were forgotten as she cautiously approached his bed. "Are you all right?" She gingerly placed a hand somewhere on his chest and once again, he gasped.
To the brunette's surprise, his pale right hand emerged from other the blankets and rudely pushed her hand away. "Get out," he hissed and Hermione couldn't help but flinch at the tone of his voice.
She frowned, eyes landing on his visible hand and noticed that they were shaking. "Are you all" –
Her question faded upon hearing a sound coming from him… a sob.
"Malfoy?" she asked, astonished.
"I said leave me alone, Austen," he repeated, muffled by the comforter hiding his head.
There was no doubt – his voice was thick with tears.
'Crying?' Hermione asked herself in disbelief. 'Draco Malfoy is crying?'
Just then, the brunette remembered the promise she made with Blaise and she was torn… would she leave Draco Malfoy behind, who was obviously distressed, or go to Blaise and be somehow a witness of him with another girl he was still confused whether he liked or not?
"Oh for Merlin's sake!" she exclaimed softly, dashing towards her bedside table and retrieving a parchment, an ink bottle, and a quill.
'Blaise will be with a girl,' she thought, hastily scribbling an apology letter. 'I'll just be a bother to both of them.'
She looked for an owl to bring her letter to Blaise and only spotted Draco's eagle owl. She decided to borrow him for a while; after all, the blond was the reason why she was ditching Blaise's appointment.
"Bring that to Blaise, yeah?" she told Malfoy's regal owl, which hooted authoritatively, before flying off his perch and out the window.
As soon as he was gone, Hermione's eyes landed back on Draco's form and unconsciously, her eyes squinted into concern. Whatever Malfoy was crying over, she thought it had affected him greatly for cracking the calm and collected mask the blond always wore.
Sighing, she approached his bed once again. She noticed how he tensed up and shifted on his bed, face now opposite from Hermione.
"Look, Malfoy," she started, "I… I…" She paused, not completely sure of what to say. She absentmindedly scratched her head, thinking. "Do you… do you want some porridge?" Her cheeks inflamed upon realizing her lame question. "I… I think it'll help comfort you."
Draco's only answer was silence. Hermione once again sighed and stood up. "I'll be right back," she said and walked out of their room.
Blaise,
I am so sorry for breaking my promise. Malfoy's not feeling well and I think he needs some comfort from me.
I'm sincerely sorry. I'll make it up to you someday, okay? And just tell me what happened with your date.
I hope you'll have fun there.
Hermes
Blaise frowned at the letter, before scowling and crumpling it away from his sight. Malfoy's owl hooted, asking for a reply back.
The Italian shook his head and sighed. "Keep me company for a while, okay?" he said, giving him some food. "I don't want to be alone today."
Hermione arrived back at their room, a hot bowl of porridge carefully clutched between her hands.
She immediately strode towards Draco's bed and placed the comfort food on top of his bedside table. "I brought you porridge, Malfoy," she told him, eyes landing on his hidden body under the comforter. He did not make any noise, only a soft sniff that was still audible enough for Hermione to hear.
Absentmindedly, she walked to her bed and sat on its edge, eyes still entirely set on the blond. While she was helping the house-elves make porridge for her roommate, millions of theories rushed into her head. But unfortunately, not even a single one made sense.
She wanted to ask him what was wrong… badly, she confessed, but it was obvious that he was so upset over something that had happened to him. If she were in his place, she would also be adamant on hiding the reason why she was uncontrollably sobbing under her bed covers.
Her eyes landed on one of their windows and noticed that it was nearing twilight. Partway of the Slytherin dungeons was submerged under the Hogwarts Lake, but their room was one of the few places where they could see the scenery above the said lake.
'Teddy and Blaise will be back soon,' she told herself thoughtfully.
As if on cue, their door burst open and an exhausted Teddy came in.
"Hey Teddy!" was Hermione's cheerful greeting. To her utmost surprise, the carefree Slytherin only gave her a small nod of acknowledgement whilst releasing a wide yawn.
She concluded his energy was drained from his detention as she watched him remove his shirt, baring his chest, and plopped down on his bed. Only a minute passed but he was already snoring on his bed.
The door opened once again and Blaise came in.
"Hey Blaise!" she greeted. "How was your date?"
Her eyes widened when her Italian friend looked at her, his usual warm aura gone replaced by a dark cloud hovering above his head. He only looked at her coldly before climbing up his bed and covered his whole body with his comforter.
The brunette frowned, looking from one roommate to the other.
'They sure are acting so weird today,' she thought, standing up from her bed.
Hermione decided to leave them alone for the night. She walked out of their room, thinking of going to the Great Hall to eat dinner.
'I hope they'll be back to normal tomorrow.'
A/N: Ooh… more and more information are being revealed! :D Hahaha, and aww, my – ahem – our Draco was crying! If I were Hermione, I'd be hugging him now.
Anyway, so what do you think? Personally, I somehow like this chapter. I do love the Harry here in this story of mine. And, what was that with Blaise Zabini? So many questions are needed to be answered already! Don't worry, I'll try my best to post on the right schedule. That's my new year's resolution. And good news, I'll be having my own laptop next month! It's not exactly brand new but, oh, what the heck? It's very hard to share a computer with two other siblings, especially if you're a writer. I have this gut feeling I'll be able to formulate more plots if I have my own laptop.
So, that's it for now! Review, okay? Until next time. Ciao for now!
With love,
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