Heyo!

Here's more of Ghost Hunters! This time, we meet our favorite power couple, and a new friend! Plus,more insight on our other friends. Here it is!

Hamilton belongs to the groom to my bride.

and to my sister. (Ayyyyyy)

They couldn't keep up with each other. The two fangirls ran through the theatre, up to the dressing rooms.

Suddenly, Amaya tripped. "Maya!" DeMya cried. Before she hit her head, someone caught her.

"Maya, you okay there? Watch your step..." It was Anthony Ramos.

DeMya smiles in glee as she ran over. "Anthony! Just the person we were looking for! By any chance, have you seen Jasmine?" He thought for a moment. "Oh, now I remember. She's getting both of her outfits modified by Hypatia."

They looked at each other in confusion. Who was she?

"Oh, yeah. You wouldn't know her. She usually helps with the ensemble costumes, but today she's assigned to Jaz. You only never met her because your jobs are with Renee and Pippa." He explained. "So where is she now?" Amaya was curious to meet her. Hypatia was a beautiful name. The prince himself smiled. "She's in her dressing room. You remember where it is?" They nodded. "It's over here."

They went over to the room and peeked in. Jasmine was getting her dress altered by a woman with curly brown hair and blue eyes, humming a soft tune. Jasmine looked over and smiled. "Oh, come in!" They hesitantly walked in, as if she was the magnificent Queen of England, except for Anthony, who just gave her a kiss.

"One second, almost done..." The woman assured as she was carefully mended the dress. "Annnd, done!" She smiled at the dress. She stood up and looked confused at the interns. "Who might you two be?" DeMya smiled. "We haven't met. We're the new interns here. I'm DeMya." Amaya waved. "Amaya Jones, at your service!"

"Hypatia Floris. A pleasure to meet you both." Hypatia hugged them one by one. She checked her watch. "Oh, look at the time! I'm so sorry, but I have to go to a meeting." Hypatia hurriedly gathered her things.

"Wait!" Amaya stopped her. "I...wanted to say that I love your name! It sounds so majestic!" The older woman blushed. "Thank you...It's not that special though-" Jaz cut her off. "Are you serious? Of course it's special, it's after the philosopher!" Anthony looked at her weirsly. She slapped him on the arm playfully with a small chuckle. "College History."

After Hypatia left, now it was time for what they were really here for.

"Um, Anthony? Jazzy? It's 2 hours before Half Hour, and we thought this would be a good time..." Anthony looked concerned. "What's wrong?" "It's nothing about us, but...you know the Hamilton Grange?" Jasmine smiled. "Of course we do. Lin even took a few of us there once. Why?" Amaya looked nervous. "They're...They're...planning on removing it...to replace it with something else." She said slowly. After all, it was the truth. His and Her royal highness were shocked and infuriated. Well, Anthony was. Jazzy was stunned.

"WHAT?! You can't do that! It's a part of America's history! People can't get rid of an artifact just because they feel like it! Who told you that?" Anthony yelled shocked, hurt in his eyes. This was the hard part. DeMya saved Amaya's butt by filling in for her in her friend's current 'Note to self: never make Anthony upset' state. Seriously, don't. 21st Chump Street was hard enough."It was all in the newspaper. What was it...? Oh. 'Construction team decides to tear down the Hamilton Grange'. That was the headline. Something about this happening in a month..."

Here's a thing about DeMya. She knows how to act fast.

Jasmine thought. "It doesn't make sense, so it has to be true. But why? Couldn't they build whatever their building somewhere else? It doesn't add up..." "I...W-We don't know either." Amaya confessed.

"I...think I know where to start." All attention was turned to Anthony who was thinking. "Hypatia has deep knowledge on history. She's been studying it for years, knowing more than even Ron Chernow himself. She's pretty easygoing too, and very trustworthy." He said seriously. "If anyone can help you guys, it's her."

The fangirls eyes lit up. Hypatia knew that much? Might as well talk to her when they see her again.

"...and how is your mother?" Lissa asked as her and Teegan walked down the hall.

She shrugged. "Pretty good, she hasn't come out of the house since grandad died..." Lissa looked down. "My condolences." "Eh, you already gave them before I left." She waved off. Lissa was exasperated. Teegan sometimes was annoying with her sarcastic facade. It must take alot to keep up. "Once again, my condolences." She corrected. "There were go."

DeMya and Amaya were heard from down the hall chanting the Hercules Mulligan rap. Lissa, giggling, halted them. "Hey, girls!"

Amaya grinned. "Ah, Lissa! How are..." She was halted by her confusion of seeing Teegan. "...you two?"

Teegan grinned. "Hey. The name's Teegan. Are you two ensemble members? Swings? I don't remember your voices..." DeMya shook her head. She just realized that this was Teegan, the ensemble member who was amazingly blind. "We're actually interns here. I'm DeMya. This is Amaya."

Teegan stopped.

"What did you say?"

Amaya blinked. "Um...pretty sure she said we were DeMya and Amaya..." Teegan's sly smile dropped. "Lissa...can you go to my dressing room and make sure Oak and Daveed didn't fancy it up like last time? You know, I'm 90% blind, but the annoying kazoos in my ears, and the music from afar made it SO obvious. I'm blind, not deaf! Sheesh..." Lissa giggled. "Right away..." She made a hurry to the room.

Silence between the teens and the woman.

"Um..." Teegan made a motion for each of them to stop talking. "You don't have to say anything." She pulled out something they would have never seen from a cast member.

A black pen identical to DeMya's.

"You know Alex sent help? Well, duty calls."

As Thomas Jefferson would say...

"WHAAAAAAAT?!" They shouted in complete and utter surprise.

The plot thickens :O

Everything's getting good already. Teegan's such a badass xD Thank you, phansieonthebarricade for suggesting her to me! Stay tuned!

~Myasings signing off