Wow... 400 reviews... How... I can't even. Well, I actually can, because it's thanks to AvrilRP212 that I got up to this number so quickly. Reviewing 33 chapters in one sitting will do that, so shout out to them!

You all seemed to love Sparia and determined Spencer, which makes me so happy because they're too of my favorite things XD NOW to RESPOND to your fabulous reviews:

Sarah: You'll find out later what was in Spencer's dream... and if it is significant or not :) And Spencer is gonna be cranked up to 12.5 this chapter, so there's something you have to look forward to! :D And Aria-sized. This is why I laugh. And the Scoobies are SO in it to win it. They will bend over backwards if it means finding out who this bitch (or bastard) is behind their torture, and NOTHING can stop them now!
Forever Courage: A small, innocent looking pixie, and a smart, determined, headstrong athlete, who love each other to the moon and back. I present to you: Sparia. HAHA, they really are the best thing in the world, I LOVE writing for them.
hufflepuffhaleb: That's so cute that you and your friend have that! I'm a mix between Spencer and Aria, because while I'm completely type-A (just now I made my friend give me her math homework to do because I didn't have any and it was driving me crazy), I'm also a total sucker for romance, haha. Also, I look like if Troian and Lucy were to have a child since I'm short with black hair, but I have dark brown eyes instead of green eyes, so there's that. And Haleb will get together at some point, I'll say that! This is not the end :)
TotalCowGirl: You'll find out later what her dream was about! :)
Ava B: Oh, I disagree. I can GUARANTEE you that I love them more. And I see Spencer as the mom of the group, too. It's adorable XD Thanks for the review! And yes, I love Haunting. I really can't get enough of ihavealifeiswear, she's one of my favorites on here.
Sgdp1261: Aria is the master of playing with Spencer's heart strings, and she doesn't even realize it! And agreed. They. Are. Perfection. And haha, perhaps a MASK of her game face on top of her already game face? *badum tssh* And well... Spencer isn't the best detective, we know this for a fact, but she's going to get something!
Titanium Wolf: See? I would never COMPLETELY crush your heart! I'll only shatter it to the point that it can still be put back together again ;D Haha, 'victim'. You are right about that, you do NOT want to be the object of Spencer's wrath. I have a feeling Spencer's patronus could be a bloodhound, don't you? I might just put that in a later chapter, so thank you for that idea!
AvrilRP212: TALK ABOUT DEDICATED! You literally just reviewed all 33 chapters in one sitting. How... I can't even... just WOW. Thank you so much! The fact that someone is willing to do that for MY writing? It blows my mind. I'm so happy you're enjoying this story. Many more exciting twists to come!
Bagilia: I just can't win with you, can I? NO, I wasn't implying that, I was just implying that you quickly bounced back from disappointment to jump at my throat! And YES I'M A DIEHARD SPARIA SHIPPER SO YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO DEAL SINCE THEY WILL BE A PART OF THIS STORY SINCE I'M WRITING IT AND WHAT I SAY GOES! I don't understand what you have against them, haha. And yes, this chapter will be Spencer-centric, so obviously you will be in for a RIDE!
PrettyWitchyVamp: When Spencer's mamabear-ness comes out, it's a good day for everyone, haha. And oh man, that was the first thing that went through my mind when I found out Ezra was A. "SPENCER BETTER BE COMFORTING THE SHIT OUT OF ARIA WHEN THIS HAPPENS!" Hahaha. I'm actually (okay, I guess I'll let the cat out of the bag) planning out a fic where Aria finds out Ezra is A, but I don't know when I'll write it/publish it. For that I'll need TIME, which I have none of, lol.
BlackBaby: WOW, thank you so much! You have no clue how much that means to me, you are MARVELOUS! I can't believe you read the whole thing in a day! My readers are so dedicated! And I love Caleb, too, and his relationship with the other girls. It's really something special XD And no worries, you will be seeing a LOT more of Caleb in here, dating Hanna or not dating her ;)
foreverawildandbeautifulmess: Thanks! I had a lot of fun with this past chapter because of that haha. They're all married, let's be real. And TEAM SPARIA BITCHES IS RIGHT! And Spencer will kick ass this chapter (but then again, when does she not?)

So I promised excitement last chapter, and you are gonna get it from here on out. Especially with this chapter, so ENJOY! Oh, and as always, since you're so good at it, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!


Spencer tiptoed down the hall, confident that no one else was up, but still cautious incase she was proven wrong. She walked for several minutes at a steady pace, keeping a wary eye out for anything, or anyone, that could get her in trouble, but so far the coast was clear.

Finally, she came upon her destination: the girls' bathroom on the second floor, the carefully crafted spiderweb still intact in the corner of the doorframe. Taking a deep breath, Spencer tugged tightly on her wool blanket, bringing it closer around her frame, before entering.

"Myrtle?" she called softly. No answer.

"Myyyrrrttllleee," Spencer sang. "Come out come out wherever you are." Still no answer. Spencer sighed as she dropped her blanket to the ground. This might be harder than she originally thought.

Until...

"Please stop that. I'm a ghost, not a kitten."

Spencer smiled in satisfaction as she slowly turned around to face the wisp of a figure floating above her. Moaning Myrtle.

"You know something," Spencer accused right off the bat.

"Well, good evening to you, too," Myrtle scoffed.

"I'm serious! Someone came in here and opened the Chamber, and you saw who it was, didn't you?"

"Yes, that's correct," Myrtle said simply, as if that was all there was to it. Spencer could feel the irritation and anger swelling up inside of her. Right now she really wished Myrtle was still human so that she could wrap her hands around her neck.

"Well don't give me that look!" Myrtle said defensively.

"Look? I'll give you whatever look I want!" Spencer snapped. "You knew this entire time and you didn't say anything? Who opened the Chamber?"

"Sorry!" Myrtle gave a less than halfhearted shrug. "I've been sworn to secrecy. I'm not telling a soul!"

"Why not?"

"Because, as long as I keep my word, she's going to help me get back at Peeves!" Myrtle explained cheerfully, before her expression dropped. "Although she hasn't been true to her word quite yet. I've been waiting 2 whole months, and Peeves has used that time to come up with even more mean things to say about me! Why, if I weren't already dead I would've - "

"Wait." Spencer wasn't listening to the context of what Myrtle was saying at all. One word that kept popping up caught her attention. "She? Her? It's a girl?"

Myrtle froze, looking caught. "Maybe," she said evasively, trying to throw Spencer off. But Spencer was far too smart for that.

The opener of the Chamber of Secrets, and the person behind their constant torture, was a girl.

"Myrtle." Spencer took a shaky step forward. "You have to tell me more. I need to know as much as I can. My friends are in danger; I need to keep them safe."

"Don't you care about my safety?" Myrtle asked, not bothering to hide how offended she was. "Why, she would simply kill me if I told anyone."

At this, Spencer hesitated. "Myrtle, you're..."

"Right, I just remembered." She then hung her head in shame. "You forget sometimes, but then when you're sucked back into the reality of it all - "

"Where's the opening to the Chamber?" Spencer interrupted hastily. Myrtle's breath caught in her throat, shocked at Spencer's audacity, but then she rolled her bug eyes as she pointed over to the sinks over by the entrance.

"It's the snake-engraved one," she said as Spencer made her way over to it. "Knock yourself out, but you won't find anything there that will help you."

Spencer kneeled down by the sink, running her fingers along the bronze engravings of the snakes twisting around each other on the tap. Myrtle was right; as far as she could see, there was nothing in front of her of actual substance. There was nothing that could help her.

"How do you open this thing anyway?" Spencer asked, her fingers still lingering on the tail of the serpent.

"You can't," Myrtle said simply. "You need to know Parseltongue."

"Oh please." Spencer rolled her eyes. "There's gotta be an easier way."

"Sorry, but that's the only way!" Myrtle howled as she started to retire back to her bathroom stall. "Do you really think Salazar Slytherin would've created a shortcut?"

"Well he sure knew how to make things inconvenient," Spencer muttered. She then turned back to the snakes on the tap, staring at them intently, as though if she stared at them long enough, they would slither apart.

"I really don't think you're going to get anywhere by just staring at it with your crazy eyes," Myrtle said snarkily in the background.

When she heard this, Spencer immediately shot off of the ground and whipped around. "They're not that crazy."

"Crazy enough," Myrtle argued, coming out slightly from behind the stall. Spencer just gave her a hard, threatening look before shooing off Myrtle and turning back to the sink tap.

"I mean, this is ridiculous!" she finally said with frustration. "What are you even supposed to say in Parseltongue to a pattern of snakes carved into an abandoned sink tap? Open sesame? Surely you can say the same thing in - "

But Spencer didn't have a chance to finish her sentence, because she was interrupted by the rumbling of the earth. Or at least it felt like the rumbling of the earth; it was really the sink tap, quaking slightly, but it stopped just as soon as it had started. Spencer stared at the snakes, wondering what had just happened. But it sparked activity in her brain, and she wanted to try something.

"Open."

At her command, the stone snakes slithered in different directions, carefully weaving their way out of the center, out of the frame. Before Spencer now was a tunnel; one that she had never seen before.

"Well well," Myrtle said from behind, "looks like we have a full-blooded Parselmouth on our hands."

"What?" Spencer whipped around, feeling her face drain of color. "I wasn't speaking Parseltongue, I just told it to open up!"

"Yes, in Parseltongue," Myrtle said bluntly. "And don't act so foolish. Aren't you the one who wanted it to open just a few seconds ago?"

"Well, yes, but..." Truthfully Spencer didn't know why she was so conflicted. Yes she wanted it to open, but now that it was...

Without another word, Spencer swooped down to get her blanket and ran off. She completely forgot that it was the middle of the night and that she was supposed to be quiet. She just dashed down the hall until she couldn't run any further; when she couldn't, she leaned against the wall, desperately trying to catch her breath.

She had just opened the Chamber of Secrets. And she hadn't even used a shortcut; she had opened it in the way that was intended. Did that mean...

"Am I the Heir of Slytherin?" she whispered fearfully to herself.


Well, I warned you, didn't I?

So Spencer ended up gathering some information from Myrtle, and while some of it was useful, like the fact that we now know A is a GIRL, the other part was nothing short of traumatizing. Is Spencer really the Heir of Slytherin? And anybody catch a reference? SOUND OFF IN THE REVIEWS!