A/N Ok, here is the next chapter which means, yep snow day today! Thank you very much Jack Frost! Another please?

Yes, you will notice that Jack is actually called Jack Frost, I'd like to mention that this is not a crossover! I just like the name.

Also, I know I promised to show the archery and the other magical girls in this chapter but by the time I'd finished the archery the chapter was already really long. However I have written the next part, and will upload it shortly after this, so that you do get both, just like I said you would.

Thanks again to anyone who reviewed, followed or Favorited - it means a lot to me.

I hope you like this chapter!

Maisie's POV

Ok, so today was definitely one of the worst days in my life. Not the worse though, which just shows how horrible my life must be.

My home is a tree, I was late to school, I got told of for not doing any work, I had to go fight some phantoms during school time. But worse of all I fainted! And the jerk carried me through the halls to the nurse's office. While it was break time! So of course, everyone was watching. I don't think I've ever felt so embarrassed ever.

I pause as I reach the oak tree and start hopping up the branches. That was the one good thing that happened today, I got sent home early because I fainted. They totally bought my story about tripping over and scratching myself on some thorns.

Once up the tree, I dump my school bag, making sure I still have my notebook and a pen, grab a blanket and head back down. I'm exhausted.

I flop down on the grass throwing the blanket over me fall asleep. Happy to have the peace and quiet.

Next to me, my Soul Gem is charging surrounded by Grief Cubes.

Jack's POV

I'm wondering home slowly. Thinking. Because there are no thorns on the school playing field. So why did she lie? Was she bullied? I'm sure that must be why. It's the only plausible reason I can come up with.

I sigh, resolving to make her tell me who it was when she comes to the archery session. If she comes. I pause when I reach home, glancing of to the right where the forest lies. In the middle of the forest, there's this small clearing, with a stream and a large oak tree. It's one of the most peaceful places I know. I ought to have time to visit quickly.

Making up my mind, I turn away from the door and head into the forest.

I push my way through the trees and bushes, the forest is so overgrown that other than the clearing there seems to be hardly anywhere to step. I push my way through another bush; fully aware that I must look I sight with bits of leaf and twig in my hair. Well, it's not like anyone's here to see me.

Finally, I'm in the clearing. It's been a little while since I was here but it hasn't changed at all, the stream is still as blue as ever and the grass is still really tall, enough that I can't see my feet. I take a few steps forward when I step on something that isn't grass. I step off and bend down to look at it. It looks like the corner of a blanket.

I look up slightly, surprised as to who I see sleeping. Maisie.

"Hey, Maisie!" I say, shaking her slightly. Sleepily Maisie wakes up, sitting up wearily an irritated expression on her face. Which only becomes more irritated when she sees me.

"What are you doing here?" I lecture, "You ought to be at home resting."

Maisie frowns then picks up her notebook.

I WAS sleeping.

And I'm here because it's peaceful here. She writes.

She hasn't been here very long so why does she know about this place? It can take a lot of searching to find.

A thought must have crossed her mind because she starts frantically scribbling again.

How come you're here anyway? Are you ditching school?

"Hey, I'm not ditching" I protest. "School ended ages ago!"

Maisie's eyes widen and she yanks at her school sleeve so that she can see her watch. Hurriedly she jumps up, upon seeing the time grabbing her notebook, pen, blanket and something else of the ground. Then she turns towards me.

Go. She writes, I want to be left alone.

I pause, wondering if I should ask her who bullied her, but as soon as I think that something occurs to me.

The scar on her face is gone.

There is no way that it could have healed that quickly. She's glaring at me again so I turn around and start walking away. Damn I just have to ask her if she's being bullied, I turn around to confront her.

Only to find she's already gone.

Maisie's POV

Uh, that jerk is so annoying! Although I guess, he came in useful this time. I might have missed my archery lesson!

I peer down through the leaves, he's still there. As soon as he turned around I'd jumped upwards not trusting him to leave, and sure enough, I was right.

He stands there confused for a moment. Puzzling over where I could have gone so quickly. Then slowly he turns around and walks off, back through the bushes so that he can get more leaves and twigs stuck in his hair. It's made his hair stick up in odd tufts that look kinda cute. Oh my God! I did not just describe Jack as cute! I mean ok he's fairly good looking with the brown and eyes… Switching topic! I think firmly. I am a Puella Magi, I am not even human, I remind myself. I can't crush on anybody, not that I am I think hastily. I am defiantly not crushing on Jack. He's a jerk.

Just Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!

I push all thoughts of Jack to the back of my mind and climb up a few branches to grab my bow and quiver. I loop them over my shoulder and open the rucksack to find a sleeping Kyubey.

"'You coming?"' I ask.

As an answer, Kyubey picks himself up and leaps onto my shoulder. I smile, glad for the company and start jumping from tree to tree with ease.

I emerge from the same tree I jumped down from this morning and head quickly into the archery range.

Inside, the person who runs the archery range – Mr Frost, beckons me forward. I smile and head towards the counter. He's really nice. Sat on the counter is a little toddler with a mop of brown hair and large brown eyes, which stare at my hair.

I flip open my notebook once I've approached them. Sorry I'm late I write quickly.

"No problem" Mr Frost says. "Probably a good thing, the person who's going to be instructing you only got back himself a few minutes ago."

I nod, and besides me the little toddler – who actually seems a bit bigger than a toddler maybe about five or six? – makes a grab for my hair and yanks. Hard. I stagger sideways at the pull. In front of me, Mr Frost is looking stern he makes a couple of hand gestures to the kid. The kid lets go and turns towards me making a few hand gestures himself. I blink in my confusion.

"He's saying sorry" Mr Frost explained, "Jamie was born deaf you see, so he can't hear anything we say. It makes speaking difficult for him too because he can't hear what he's saying. That's why he prefers sign. I thought that as a mute yourself you might know some but apparently not eh?"

I shake my head as a reply. I never bothered to learn sign language. I've been a mute for four years but I never needed to learn it. The only people I ever really conversed with were all able to use telepathy. The few others I talked to I had my notebook.

I stoke Jamie's hair idly while my mind is buried in the past. Eagerly Jamie spreads his arms open. A demand to be picked up. I obey, licking the feeling of holding someone close. I sad smile crosses my face when I realise that it's been four years since I've been this close to someone.

No, correction. Earlier today, when Jack carried me to the nurse would have been the closest I've been to someone. But that was without my consent so I don't think it counts.

Mr Frost motions for me to follow him through to the barn where the archery session will be. I follow him, still holding Jamie who's resting his head against my shoulder with his arms wrapped round his neck.

Then I see one of the last people I expected. Jack is here. Stood in the archery barn with a bow in his hands and a quiver hung over his back.

"Maisie," Mr Frost says, "this is my son Jack, I believe you already met at school?" I nod completely speechless. "He'll teach you your archery, he's fairly good himself." Mr Frost laughs. "Well he ought to be! I've been training him since he was able to hold the bow! Do you mind if I have a look at your bow and arrows first though?"

I nod, and make a move to let go of Jamie so I can take my bow and quiver off. I should have known really that this was Jack's family; they all have the same hair and eyes. If I'd paid more attention at school too then I would have heard that Jack's surname was Frost.

I sigh inwardly, there's nothing I can do about this now. I want these archery sessions more than I want Jack to leave me alone. I struggle trying to put down Jamie though. He's got he's arms wrapped tightly around my neck and he doesn't want to let go. I almost want to break down and cry. He actually wants to stay with me! Normally no one really likes me because of how weird I am and how I tend to stick to myself. Jack comes over and takes Jamie from me, undoing the hands around my neck. Kyubey looks much happier I think wryly, he jumped down once we reached the archery range to go exploring but I don't think he was happy that while I was holding Jamie he could no longer sit on my shoulders. Lazy thing I think fondly. Kyubey stuck with me through everything.

I watch as Jamie turns towards me in Jacks arms and smiles brightly. I resolve to bring him a treat after school tomorrow. I lift my bow and quiver over my head and pass them to Mr Frost who takes the worn wood in his hands eagerly. He really loves archery I realise. The way his face has lit up now I reckon that this must be his favourite despite how they also to sword training here, as well as gun shooting and several other things to attract a wide range of people.

Mr Frost was pouring over my bow so eagerly that even Jack leant over to have a look at the roughly carven piece of wood.

"hand-crafted" Mr Frost muttered. "Is it?" he asks noticing me watching.

I nod.

"Who by?"

I point to myself. It had taken several tries to get one that didn't snap and I'd had to try several different types of wood. I was happy with this one though, it had lasted me faithfully for 3 and a half years.

"Did you do the carvings in it too?" Mr Frost asked, totally ignoring the look of shock on Jack's face. Does he really think that I can't carve a bow?

I nod again though to answer Mr Frost's question. Over the years, I added more and more carvings of all the Puella Magi I met and all the things we did. That bow is very important to me. Of course, it's not the one I use when I transform but it's just as important to me.

"What about the arrows? Did you make those too?"

I nod, yet again. The arrows were harder to make because I didn't have anything to model them off. When I'm a magic girl, I fire something that looks more like green light than an arrow. However, constant practice of making arrows (because you need to carve lots, over the years.) has left me fairly certain that these ones are fine.

"There're very good," Mr Frost says passing them back to me. "Can I see you shoot?"

I nod, (again) and walk over to the far side of the barn where the targets are the longest distance away. These ones look like they could be a challenge. However, before I can fire, Jack's literally dragging me over to the easy targets at the opposite side of the barn.

"You don't want to start there," he says, "even I can't do those ones properly yet and I've been training for years."

He then sits me down and does a long talk about how to fire accurately. I want to yawn, or just shoot him. It's ever so boring. Like being back at school.

Jack finally stops talking and proceeds to show me instead. He takes an arrow out of his quiver, threads it onto his bow, and draws back the string. He pauses for a moment, taking his aim, before letting go of the string and letting the arrow fly. It hits the centre of the target and Jack looks towards me triumphant as if I ought to be impressed. I glare at him instead and stand in front of the same target Jack shot at determined to do better.

I take out one of my arrows and hook it onto the string. Then pulling the string back, so that it's taunt I take my aim and fire all in a matter of seconds. The arrow whizzes through the air heading straight for where I aimed it. A sharp crack fills the air as Jack arrows snaps in half as mine breaks through it to stick firmly in the centre of the target. I turn towards Jack who's staring at me in surprise with his mouth hanging open.

I point at the targets on the other side and this time he understands.

Jack's POV

Wow, she's really good at archery. Like really, really good. We practiced for about an hour on the harder targets each of us trying to best the other. It's nice to finally have some competition. Some of my friends are fairly good at archery, but even so, none of them have trained as long as me.

Dad suggested that she compete in the archery contest next week. Maisie didn't look to sure about it but my dad convinced her. He seems rather fond of her. Jamie's taken a shining to her too. As soon as we finished firing, he came over to her instead of me, which is a major difference and held out his arms to be picked up. Maisie smiled then, a real smile. I don't think I've ever seen her smile properly before. It makes her look really nice. Her eyes light up making them a really vivid green instead of the dull moss colour they were before.

Right now she's with Dad though, who's finding her a place in the cramped storage cupboard for her bow and quiver. Jamie's sat on my lap digging into a slice of chocolate cake. Then again, I'm doing the same, it's shop bought but it still tastes quite nice. Not quite as nice as what Mum's cooking was though. I wish she were still with us. Jamie can't even remember her. Although I suppose that he was only three when she died.

Maisie walks back through with Dad, who's chatting happily not minding the fact that all Maisie can do is nod back. Maisie doesn't seem to mind either she's smiling as she nods and happily paying attention to what he says. In my lap, Jamie starts wriggling.

"Stay still" I hiss, he's waving his fork in the air happily and I duck, worried that he's going to end up throwing chocolate cake at me.

Then Jamie's gone from my lap and I look up expecting to see that Dad has come to my rescue. But it's not Dad it's Maisie. She's holing Jamie with one hand and taken his fork with the other. Then she puts the piece of cake into Jamie's mouth, who it's eat happily and thanks her by placing a chocolaty kiss on her cheek. Maisie's smile becomes wider and she hugs Jamie back, seeming not to mind the chocolate smudge left on her cheek. I pass her a box of tissues and she takes one and begins to carefully wipe Jamie's face before rubbing the chocolate of her cheek.

Jamie smiles broadly and points back at the cake on the table.

"Jamie's right," Dad says a smile on his face. "Why don't you join us for some cake?" he asks.

Maisie looks taken aback by the question, as if she didn't ever expect to have someone ask her if she wants some cake. I watch as her eyes fall on the cake and she looks at it with an expression of hunger. I pick up the knife, cut a big piece of cake and push it in front of her.

"Here" I say, "I always get hungry after archery too." Dad passes Maisie a fork and she sits down next to me, settling Jamie on her lap. Tentatively she takes a small forkful and puts it in her mouth. A wide smile crosses her face and she takes another forkful.

Soon enough the four of us our sat around the table chatting happily. Well it's really Dad and I doing the talking but we make sure to include Maisie in the conversation. Outside the sun is setting and when Maisie notices this, she's started. She grabs her notebook and hastily starts writing that she needs to go now, thanks for the cake and that she'd be back tomorrow. Then with a final wave, she's headed out of the door.

I pause for a moment watching her leave. Then I look towards Dad who just smiles at me. I smile back and head out of the door after Maisie.

"Maisie" I call. She hasn't made it far thankfully. I catch up to her and stop for breathe. While I'm panting, Maisie has taken out her notebook again.

Did I forget something? It reads. I shake my head.

"Nah, just thought I'd walk you home seeing as it's getting late." I say.

Maisie shakes her head and starts writing again. I peer over her shoulder, brushing her hair out of the way, so that I can see what she's written.

I'm not headed home. I'm visiting friends.

"Ok," I reply, "I'll walk you to your friends."

Maisie looks like she wants to protest but stops and relents, allowing me to walk by her side as we head towards town.

A/N Thanks for reading! Please, please, please rate and review. Tell me what you like about it or if there's anything you hate. I really want to know!

So yes, we still don't know who those mystery people are, try guessing!

My book Recommendation this time will be:

The Dictionary! - yes weird but I ended up, continuously looking up words in the dictionary, not finding them and deciding just use a different word instead. I really ought to read the dictionary myself.

Thanks again - Sekaira