You all are so wonderful, thank you so much for the reviews/keep it up! It's doing wonders for my self esteem!

erica: I can see where you're coming from, but a Ravenclaw likes learning so that they can build up their knowledge simply for the sake of knowledge; the way I see it, Spencer doesn't learn because of that. She keeps pushing and memorizing more material and trying so, so hard so that she can get somewhere. She wants to be the best, and that's what puts her in Slytherin. And as for the fang, it has a greater significance, wait and see ;) glad I could throw in something you weren't expecting!
LAs: glad to know we have something in common! And pssh Spencer's always freaked out; sometimes I'm convinced she's actually insane, what with her crazy eyes and all that jazz (and the fact that she was in a mental institution for 72 hours). And Ezra is total badger status;
such a Hufflepuff! That's the house I would put him in back when he was at Hogwarts, he has the heart for it :) glad you're enjoying the story!
Emote Control: hah. Good one. Glad you're liking it! There's more to come, so stay tuned ;)
Sgdp1261: Haha, no it's not mean for you to laugh at it. It basically just came to me, and once the story pans out you'll see how it's relevant. But yes, Spencer would freak out over something as small as that. It's, like, her forte! And knowing Aria, she'd probably get the matching jewelry set, throw in a bracelet, and stud a pair of boots with the bicuspids, and still look gorgeous. It's a gift. And it's a few chapters away, but Sparia in the library will not disappoint ;)
Ava B: Thank you so much! Heather Hogan is basically God, so to say that I wrote something that she would put in her recaps makes my heart grow wings. And it really is something Hanna would do, right? Knowing her, she probably dragged him into it, as well. "Who says books need to be for reading? I don't, and I turned out fine! Need proof?" *starts makeout sesh* and hmm, it's possible! I think I remember doing that at some point, but I try to avoid wikia now because everyone is kinda mean on it :/ on here, everyone's so much nicer!
Goldenheart11: I guess you could say that, because Team Sparia is one of the main reasons I watch the show, so you're gonna see a lot of them in this story as well :D and Emily is basically known for her swimming, so I figured it only made sense that she'd be a Quidditch player! And Quidditch/the Quidditch team is where a lot of stuff goes down. Glad I could make you laugh, and thank you so much once again for the kind words! Also, I forgot to mention in my last response for you: you are in no way boring me. I live for long reviews, make them as long as you please!
ShadowsOnTheMoon: Since you reviewed two chapters, I'm gonna reply to both of your reviews: haha, that's the perfect way to describe Hanna and Aria. 'I'm going to do the thing!' 'No, you are not going to do the thing!' You'll see more one-on-one friendships between the girls, as well as more of all of the girls together. Hopefully you like it! And haha, that part with Aria this chapter was one of my favorite parts, because of the fang and because of how their just babbling on about fake fangs, and then Spencer just denies them at the end. Thank you so much, I'm so glad my interactions are true. That's all I'm asking for at this point! And definitely check it out, unless you don't like being unconscious from laughter majority of the day ;)

Here's the next chapter, which is all Spoby, all the time, so Spoby fans better sit down for this/make sure you're at least an arm's length away from the closest person to you, because it's gonna be a swoonfest up in here.


Later that night, when everyone had been dismissed to their dorms, Spencer sat by the fireplace in the Slytherin common room, staring at the mysterious fang under the room's naturally green-tinted light from the depths of the Lake water outside the windows, as she rolled it over repetitively in her hands, the peculiar 'A' carving coming into view, then disappearing completely, before coming back into view when she rotated it again. She sunk further into the armchair as she stared as seriously and intently as possible at it, trying to discern some sort of clue. But the longer she stared, the more tired out her brain got, and the further she got from learning the actual answer.

There was a creak heard as a door opened, and then a padding of feet against the domestic carpet. Startled, Spencer hastily stuffed the fang, still wrapped tightly in its napkin, deep into the cushion, and out of sight, before a tall boy with spiky sandy brown hair and the clearest, bluest eyes walked in.

She smiled as she unravelled her long legs, which were crossed and hanging over the arm of her chair, stood up, and leisured her way over to her boyfriend, Toby Cavanaugh. "Hey you."

Toby walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, looking into her loving brown orbs. "Everything okay? You seem jumpy."

Spencer knew she was jumpy. It had only been a few hours, but she could feel the stress building up and up to the point that her hair was starting to fall out. She hadn't eaten the rest of her dinner, so she was also starving, meaning she could add stomach pains to the list of many things wrong with her.

But since she was Spencer, and she always planned ahead, she was able to come up with a list of excuses for when someone questioned why she was so jittery. "I've just missed you," she whispered, a hint of seduction and lust in her voice to distract Toby.

It was working.

There was a twinkle in his eyes as he kissed her chastely on the forehead. "Well, I'm here now," he said. "And, how about I ease some of that tension? Shoulder rub?"

Spencer let out a low giggle. "Boy, Jenna would love to hear about that."

"Jenna is asleep," he said deviously as he took Spencer's hand and led her over to the armchair that she was previously sitting on. "Besides, I doubt she'd catch very much. Her glass eye kinda shuts down at night. It's weird."

Spencer gawked, and then slapped him playfully on the arm, causing him to laugh giddily like a small child. "Don't talk about your sister like that!"

"You just don't want me to talk about her like that because you're afraid she'll come after you in the middle of the night for revenge," he teased.

"That's ridiculous," she argued, crossing her arms stubbornly. "I'm not scared of her."

He just chuckled at her denial as he sat in the spot on the chair that she was just in, pulling her down with him as he whispered in her ear, "Don't worry. I'll make sure she doesn't lay a finger on you."

She positioned herself on his lap and closed her eyes. "Thank you. Now, you promised me a shoulder rub?" she added in, opening her eyes as a cheeky grin spread across her face.

He cocked his head to the side, narrowing his crystal blue eyes playfully. "You drive a hard bargain, Hastings... but ok. Turn around."

She gleefully positioned herself so that her back was facing him, and he placed his hands at the top of her shoulders, kneading his fingers into her skin gracefully, trying to get all of the knots out. And there were a lot of knots.

"You're a little tense," he said incredulously, causing Spencer to give a half-hearted laugh.

"Yeah, I was born that way," she answered manifestly as she closed her eyes again, feeling herself slowly start to relax as Toby's hands made their way down her spine. She then felt him lift her thin pajama shirt up off of her skin as he planted supple kisses on her back, making a trail downward. She moaned softly, but after a few seconds she couldn't take it. She whipped herself around to embrace him fully, kissing him passionately as her hands caressed his sculpted frame, and his hers.

But as she kept kissing him, her mind wandered. She couldn't stop thinking about that fang that was in her soup. Was someone just messing with her, or were they out for blood? What could she have possibly done to make someone go after her like that? She was Spencer Hastings; straight O student, prefect, and darling of every professor. Sure, she probably annoyed the other students greatly by how good she was at everything, but that shouldn't be a reason to want to hurt her...

Toby noticed Spencer slowly start to disconnect from the kiss, and parted his lips from hers as he studied her, carefully.

"Why'd you stop?" she questioned curiously, although she had a feeling she knew the answer.

"Talk to me, Spence," he said softly. "It's been three months."

"Yeah..." she said carefully, "Which is why I'm trying to make up for lost time right now!" She moved in to kiss him again, but he pulled back. She blinked up at him, truly confused toward why he was being like this.

"Is something wrong?" he asked genuinely. "You seem... distant."

"I know," she sighed as she slumped further into his lap, interlocking her fingers with his. She averted her eyes toward the window as the green light in the room turned dark, the giant squid outside casting a shadow over the room as he swam by. "I just... I don't know. I feel like this year is going to bring more stress than usual."

At this he laughed lightly. "Spencer, we're seventh years. This should be our best year!"

She just gave him a knowing look, basically daring him to admit that he hadn't been paying attention all along. "Clearly you don't know my family. There is no best year for me. Just before I got on the train they were pestering me to send them an owl once I got Head Girl!"

"Oh! So you're upset about not getting Head Girl?"

"Well, no. But..." She racked her brain for a clever explanation, once without holes or reasons to believe otherwise. She could think of none.

Finally, she let out a heaving sigh as she slouched again. Sure, why not? "Yeah, maybe just a little."

"Spencer," he said affectionately as he leaned down to give her a peck on the lips. "You have enough on your plate already this year. I know you well enough to know that you're gonna be taking some really hard classes. You don't need to be Head Girl! You don't need the extra responsibility."

"Yes I do," she mumbled bitterly. "It's just something else that Melissa can hold over my head."

At this, he gave a devious grin, his infamous blue eye sparkling. "You have something that Melissa doesn't, and you can hold that over her head forever."

Spencer smiled, realizing what he was implying. "And what would that be?"

He just kept smiling as he leaned in, putting his face right up next to her ear. "Me," he whispered, sending shivers throughout her body. "And besides, I think McGonagall must've had way too much butterbeer when she made that decision. Andrew Campbell and Mona Vanderwaal?"

Spencer let out a genuine giggle at this as she pulled back. "Aww c'mon, Andrew is one of the hardest working students in our year. And Mona is brilliant."

"So? Neither one of them is a Hastings!" Toby said confidently, evoking another giggle out of Spencer. He smiled proudly, happy that he was able to make her laugh, until she stopped laughing to open her mouth as wide as it could go to let out a low, loud yawn. Then Toby's features contorted to ones of concern.

"Spencer, you're exhausted," he said. "Why don't you go up to the dorm and get some sleep? It's late."

Spencer just groaned as she rolled over in Toby's lap to stare at the fireplace. The cackle of the burning flames and the smell of burnt wood and ashes soothed her somehow. They made her feel safe. And Toby made her feel safe.

"Can you carry me up?" she asked hopefully, giving him a playfully pleading look as she batted her eyelashes cutely and cuddled further into his hard, yet welcoming, chest, hoping to share just a few more glorious moments with him, only to earn a soft chuckle of denial.

"You know I can't do that," he said bashfully as he turned away from her and looked into the fireplace. "The girl's dorms are off limits for guys, remember? Last time I tried to visit you, that stupid staircase flattened and I slid on my ass all the way to the bottom!"

Now Spencer was laughing heartily. Oh how she wished she could have seen that. But the minute she opened her mouth to laugh, it quickly dissolved into another yawn.

Now Spencer's eyes were drooping, and her mind was shutting down, so she gave in. But if she was going to sleep, she didn't want to leave this spot.

Snuggling into Toby's chest, she mumbled sleepily, "Then can we just stay down here for a while?"

Toby looked down at her lovingly, and amusingly, before nodding his head as he bent down to lightly kiss hers. "Of course. Sweet dreams."

Spencer smiled into his chest, feeling safe and warm in his embrace, as she finally drifted to sleep, with Toby holding her close the entire time.


Side note: anyone able to get the reference in this chapter? ;) It's one of my favorite Spoby scenes, and it has the insanely talented Lianna La Havas singing her heart out in the background. Review with your guesses!