Chapter Six:

Godric stood as still as stone in the doorway to the small library, his gaze sweeping over the sleeping form of Mackenzie. It felt ironic to the two thousand year old vampire that only twenty four hours ago, he had been in this exact position. Only he had been greeted with love and acceptance. Now, Godric knew, that the moment Mackenzie woke from her nap, she would frighten at the sight of him, at the sight of the monster that he was. And that broke his undead heart.

Sorrow washed over him as he took a tentative step into the room before suddenly appearing at her side. He stilled, holding his unnecessary breath as he waited for her to stir and the sudden movement. But instead, she remained curled up in the plush chair, the book she had been reading, strangely titled Twilight, nearly falling off her lap. She looked peaceful as she slept, as if her entire world hadn't just been torn down around her. He hated that he had been the cause of all her newfound turmoil. If he had just listened to Eric...

But no, even if he had, he knew this day would have occurred at some time. Even if it had been years down the line, when she was much older, nearly an adult, Godric knew she would have reacted in the same way. He couldn't have just expected her to accept them for what they were, what they truly were, after spending nearly her entire life loving them as her human family. One minute, vampires and the supernatural world were a myth to her, a simple fairytale, and the next, it was her life. She needed time to adjust; he knew Eric was right in that notion. She needed to process this new information, to accept them as they were.

It just felt torturous to wait.

"I'm so sorry, my little one." Godric sighed as he reached a hand out, lightly brushing his fingertips across her cheek. He couldn't help but smile ever so slightly at the warmth she produced inside of him. He had been a cold hearted animal for no long, and while he had tried to make amends the last few decades, it hadn't been until she entered his life that he began to live a better life. She gave him hope; she gave him the strength to continue on.

Without her, he wasn't sure where that would leave him.

"It pains me to know I've hurt you." He murmured, his lips dropping into a frown as he gently lifted the book off her lap and laid it on the nearest table. Mackenzie did shift this time, a small sigh escaping her lips before she once again grew still.

He should have left her in peace, left her to escape all her troubles, even just for a little while. But the moment he had awoken that late afternoon, before even the sun had set, he felt the draw to search for her. He could hear Karen elsewhere in the house, likely preparing the girl's dinner and waiting for the vampires to rise so she could take her leave for the night. This was the only time he would be alone with her, without her fearing him, and he wanted to take advantage of that.

"If I could go back in time and erase what I've done, I would in a heartbeat." His fingertips grazed across her forehead as he brushed the stray hair out of her eyes.

He didn't know what to say or do to fix this, to help her through this. He felt lost, and after two millenniums of know exactly what to do in whatever situation he found himself in, Godric discovered he didn't like this feeling. He just wanted for her to look up at him in adoration, to love him like she always had. He had grown attached to her in a way he never had before with a human. He treasured her, cherished her, and would give her the world in a heartbeat.

But he had destroyed all of that by telling her what they were.

"I wish I knew how to fix this." He bowed his head guiltily.

He found himself stroking her soft locks, almost feeling comforted by the closeness. Though he knew the moment she woke, it would all be over. He would be hated, he would be feared, and he would be seen as nothing but a blood thirsty monster.

"I will make amends." He vowed. He wasn't sure how he would, but he knew he would have to. One day. "I swear that I will, love."

"Godric."

Godric tensed at his progeny's voice, not having expecting his child to rise as early as he had. But as he glanced at the time, he was surprised to find that he had been in there longer than he originally thought. Nearly an hour had passed and he hadn't even realized it.

"We will fix this, Godric." Eric stepped into the room, a frown on his lips as he watched his maker with Mackenzie. He knew without a doubt that he loved Mackenzie with all that he had. He had never seen Godric in all the centuries together so gentle, so loving, so unlike the monster that had turned him. But with Mackenzie, Godric was a whole other person – vampire. "It'll just take time."

"I know." Godric nodded gazing over his shoulder as Eric approached him. "I just regret telling her at all. The pain she's in..."

"You said it yourself; no matter when we told her, the result would be the same." Eric reasoned. "Perhaps she's too young, yes, but she knows now. We can't just change that."

"We could have hidden our secret from her. Maybe she never needed to know."

"You and I both know she would have found out eventually." Eric pointed out. "She was the one who asked the questions that started this all. She's a smart little thing. And far more curious than any twelve year old should be. She would have figured it out on her own."

"I know." Godric sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "I just hate what I've done to her."

"What we've done to her." Eric laid a comforting hand on Godric's shoulder. "She just needs time, Godric. She just needs to adjust. Maybe you should stay another night or two. It might help."

Godric shook his head, gazing back down at the sleeping form. "No, I think it would be for the best if I left tonight."

Eric eyed Godric warily. "Are you sure?"

"I don't want to overwhelm her." Godric nodded. "And if I stay away for too long, Dallas will erupt into chaos."

"You do seem to have more disgruntled underlings than even I do."

There was a ghost of a smile on Godric's lips. "Things seem to have gotten worse in the last year. I feel as if something is just on the horizon."

"But what exactly?" Eric's eyebrows furrowed. He knew better than to question Godric's intuitions. Godric had lived through much more than Eric ever could have imagined. He was twice his age. If Godric thought there was something wrong, something just waiting to brew, Eric believed him.

"That, I'm not certain of." Godric admitted, his hand dropping back down to his side as he took a step away from Mackenzie. She was beginning to wake, he could feel it, and he didn't want to frighten her by being too close. "But something is brewing, my son, and I fear for us all when it finally arrives."

Eric noticed the worried glance he shot Mackenzie and a wave of protectiveness washed over him. "Nothing will happen to her. I won't let it."

Godric simply nodded as he turned towards Eric, the younger vampire noting the change in Godric's calm orbs. They were as they had always been. Even as the crazed savage that he was a thousand years ago, there was always a calmness about Godric. It didn't matter the situation. It took a great deal to send him flying over the edge. And while Godric was the epitome of calm as they stood across from one another, Eric peered into two pits of angst, of sorrow and shame that he had never witnessed before. Mackenzie's reaction to their reveal had changed his maker in a way that worried Eric, in a way he wasn't sure that could be fixed.

"When will you leave?" Eric questioned as he motioned out of the room.

The two quickly left in only a blink of an eye, neither wanting to be in the room when Mackenzie woke. She would be disoriented as it was, napping in such an uncomfortable position, that they didn't want to startle her. Once the two were safely in the kitchen, room away from the twelve year old, they began to relax.

Until an enraged Karen rounded on the two.

She yelled, she stuck her finger in their faces, and she all but threw pots at their heads for what they had done to Mackenzie. They had both known that Karen knew of what they were. She had worked for them without question for many years now, and neither would call her innocent or naive. She may not have known entirely what they were, but she knew they weren't human. It had just been a miracle that she hadn't exploited them, that she had tried to take Mackenzie away from them.

"She loves you. Both of you." Karen had glared pointedly at the two as she prepared to leave for the night. "And If I had any doubt that you didn't love her in return, that she was in any danger at all, I would have taken her away from both of you in a heartbeat."

"You wouldn't have gone far." Eric hadn't been amused with her threats.

"Maybe not. But I still would have tried." She wasn't afraid of them at all, and in that, Godric found respect for the woman that had acted like a mother to their Mackenzie. "Either way, despite what you are, I know you truly care for her. Just don't hurt her, or by god, I'll find a way to kill both of you. Repeatedly."

Godric had stopped Eric before he could snap and assured Karen that they would never intentionally hurt Mackenzie. More than they already had, anyways.

After Karen had stormed off, Eric and Godric retreated back into the kitchen, settling down at the table as they resumed their conversation.

"I'll remain for a few more hours." Godric gazed towards the kitchen door, as if expecting Mackenzie to just jump out of thin air. "Just in case. But whether she's had time to adjust her not, I still need to leave tonight."

"I understand." Eric sighed, but nodded all the same. "I dislike it, and think you should stay here for at least another night or two, but I understand."

"I just don't want to overwhelm her. It would be better if we're not suffocating her. And with me being here constantly, it's not going to help. She's going to have you and Pam practically shoving it down her throat that you're harmless and love her. She doesn't need it from me too." Godric reasoned. "When she's ready, and I hope one day she will be, she'll reach out to me."

Eric frowned. He didn't like the sound of that at all. "What exactly does that mean, Godric?"

"It means..." Godric sighed, a new wave of guilt flowing through him. "It means that perhaps it won't be a good idea if Mackenzie comes to Dallas to visit me during her week off school in a few months."

"She won't like that." Eric's eyebrows stitched together, trying to understand what his maker was playing at.

"She may not even care."

"I doubt that." the blonde shook his head. "All she ever talked about for weeks was visiting you in March. Do you really think it would be a good idea to break her heart by cancelling the trip?"

"If she's adjusted by then, then we can reconsider. But as I said, I don't want to..."

"Overwhelm her, yeah I get it." Eric snapped bitterly. "That doesn't change the fact that it's going to destroy her."

"Times are growing more dangerous, Eric. Dallas is becoming less and less safe as the years wear on. It may not even be safe for her to visit at all." Godric looked away, not able to take the piercing gaze from his child.

"When exactly do you plan on seeing her again?" Eric folded his arms across his chest, his eyes beginning to narrow.

"My duties are in Dallas..."

"And your family is here."

"I understand that, but unless you would like an all out war to occur, I need to remain there."

"No." Eric grit his teeth to try and keep from saying something he knew he would regret. "You're just too scared to face the fact that Mackenzie may not love you anymore. You're too scared to actually fix this because you don't want to be rejected."

Something Eric said struck a chord with Godric but he masked every little emotion swirling through him and kept a blank face. And that only infuriated Eric more.

"Suck it up, Godric." Eric snarled. "So she's scared of you. Do you know how many times she's run away from me crying because I hurt her feelings, because she didn't like the punishment I've given her? She's a child. She likes vegetables one day, and despises them the next. You can't fault her for this, Godric. It's not fair."

"I'm not faulting her for anything."

"You're abandoning her..."

"I'm doing no such thing." Godric cut him off, his eyes beginning to narrow. "Careful, my son. You're treading into dangerous territory."

"You've already dived right in." he spat. "If you need to leave, then leave. But do not even think about abandoning her, Godric. You're going to damn well let her visit in March. And anytime after that. She's a part of this family, as are you, and you will not walk away."

Godric's expression hardened but he remained silent as he kept his gaze to the side. "I have no intention of walking away from her."

"No, not at all, you just plan on leaving." Eric rolled his eyes. "What part of that isn't walking away from her?"

"This isn't even entirely about her."

"This is about her." Eric wanted to shove his fists into the wall in frustration but tried desperately to restrain himself. "You can bullshit me all you want, Godric, but we both know you're just scared about what she's going to do when she wakes up. You're petrified she's going to reject you. So you're just going to leave so you won't have to face her."

He didn't deny it. Godric knew in his heart, that was exactly why he wanted to leave. And he despised himself for it.

"Fine." Eric stood abruptly "If you want to leave, then leave, Godric. I'm not going to stop you."

"Not that you could." Godric murmured under his breath, though Eric heard him clearly. He sighed after a moment as he too stood, raising his gaze to try and meet his progeny's. "You may not understand, Eric, but..."

"Don't." Eric shook his head sharply. "I don't want your excuses. Just get out."

He could have reprimanded him for his lack of respect, but Godric knew Eric was just acting as the protective father he tried desperately to make everyone believe he was not. With a bowed head and a nod, Godric began towards the hallway. Eric remained in the kitchen, too furious to follow after his baffling maker. Godric stopped once he was in the hallway and gazed down the hallway to where Mackenzie was just beginning to rise, her arms stretching, a yawn escaping her lips. He smiled sadly, knowing that this would be the last time he would be in her presence for a long, extended period.

"Goodbye, my little one." He whispered before disappearing from the house, only the sound of the front door closing indicating that he was gone.

Eric was still fuming in the kitchen when Mackenzie wandered hesitantly into the room half an hour later. She was biting her fingernails nervously as she inched into the room, stopping just inside the door as she watched her guardian pace. The moment he realized he was no longer alone, Eric twisted on his heel to find Mackenzie watching him warily.

"Mackenzie." He greeted slowly, the vampire trying to compartmentalize his frustrations and anger, not wanting to scare the girl more than they already had. He no longer had Godric here to fix whatever mistake he accidentally made.

"Hi." She clamped her teeth down on her thumb nail as she shyly shifted her weight from foot to foot.

"How are you this evening?" he was about to take a step forward, but stopped himself. He needed to let her come to him.

"Okay." Her eyes darted around the room. "W-where's Karen?"

"She left for the evening." He wanted to rip his hair out. He hated this. He hated not knowing what to do. He hated feeling lost and not having anyone to turn to. Because the only one he could have just walked away from them for god even knows how long. How was he supposed to deal with Mackenzie, help her get through this, without his maker? He had never been dependent on another soul in his life. He was a Viking warrior, after all. But in this moment, he needed Godric.

"Oh." Her face fell, her gaze shooting over her shoulder and he thought for a moment she was going to dart from the room. When she didn't, Eric saw a glimmer of hope, and prodded merciless at it.

"She left your dinner." Eric nodded at the kitchen table. It was only sandwiches, nothing special, nothing that required Eric to try and figure out the kitchen. That was Karen's job, to feed the girl, not his. It was why he had hired a Nanny to begin with.

She glanced passed him and he could see the hunger in her eyes. She wanted to dart to the plate of food and divulge, but something was stopping her. He was stopping her.

"Come." He patted the table, as if he was talking to a dog, and not a human child. "It's not going to bite, Mackenzie."

The moment the words slipped from his lips, he mentally slapped himself. Not the right choice of words at all. He expected her to scream, to break down like she had last night and try and escape the house. He even prepared himself to dash after her to try and calm her down like he had last night. He waited and waited for the tears, for the fear to litter her blue orbs.

But it never came.

Not a single hint of tears, not a single whimper.

Absolutely nothing.

Except for the softest, lightest unexpected laugh he had ever heard.

His eyebrows shot right up into his hairline as the laugh escaped her lips, his eyes wide and confused, almost worried for her mental health. Had they scared her right off the edge of sanity? She wasn't supposed to be laughing. Not after learning that the family she loved so dearly were vampires. She was supposed to fear them. She was supposed to be wary. The last thing she was supposed to be doing was laughing.

"Stop that." he ordered, trying to mask is wonder. "Mackenzie."

The laughter immediately ceased the moment his tone changed, the wariness returning. But it wasn't the same degree that it had been only minutes ago, and certainly was nowhere near how petrified she was last night.

"I forbid laughing." Eric grunted, though he knew just how ridiculous he sounded.

"You can't forbid laughing." It was the most she had spoken in the last ten minutes, and he was once again surprised that she didn't sound like the scared little girl he had held close as she cried herself to sleep the previous night.

"I can." He wasn't being serious though, and she could tell by the small hint of a smile threatening to spread across her lips. "Just come eat, Mackenzie. Before it gets cold."

"It's already cold." She pointed out.

"That's enough out of you." Eric rolled his eyes, but his own smile was playing on his lips. "Eat."

She didn't move at first and just remained near the doorway. It wasn't until he sighed and moved onto the other side of the kitchen island that she hesitantly made her way over to the table and sat. She fidgeted in her seat for a moment, adjusting where the plate sat, where her napkin was placed, but once she knew for certain that he wasn't going to leap at her and attack, she lifted half of her sandwich up to her lips and took the first bite.

Eric watched more out of curiosity than intrigue. He despised the smell of human food. If he could, he would have avoided it all together. It smelled like rotting corpses. But Mackenzie was human and required human food. It had taken years, but he had learned to deal with the smell, for her sake. What he was curious over, however, was how Mackenzie was acting. She was still uncertain, still wary and hesitant in every little move she made. But she had yet to run away scream. She had yet to cry or plead with him not to hurt her.

Had her breakdown on his shoulder actually helped her? Had all the tears she shed last night, the slight shift in their relationship, helped the girl to process everything with a level head? He was sure it couldn't be right, but as he told Godric, she was only a child. One day she had liked the colour blue, and the next, she would only wear green. While he knew this sudden reveal hadn't slipped her mind, he understood that in that moment, for even just a little while, it didn't matter.

"Can I ask you a question?" Mackenzie gulped down the last of her sandwich, only left to pick at the vegetables on her plate. She would gaze at him every so often before dropping her eyes back down to her plate.

"Of course." Eric nodded in encouragement. He slowly walked around the island, but kept distance between them, not wanting to startle her.

"Do you...Do you sparkle?" she asked shyly, her cheeks growing red at the question.

Eric was speechless. Never in his life had he heard such a ridiculous, random question be asked. Did he sparkle? He wanted to snort and snicker, and he even did, only to immediately stop at the annoyance that crossed Mackenzie's face. He tried to stifle the laugh that was threatening to escape and instead wiped clean his amused expression.

"Why would you ask such a ridiculous question, Mackenzie?" Eric raised an eyebrow.

Mackenzie frowned. "I read it in a book."

"I forbid this book from my house."

"You can't forbid everything." She argued, setting her fork down as she pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. "It was just a question..."

"It's my house; I can forbid anything I want." He rolled his eyes, forcing his lips into a frown to keep from letting out another snicker. "No, Mackenzie, I certainly do not sparkle. I fear for us all if this is what the literary world has come to."

She mumbled incoherently, glaring down at her plate in annoyance. Eric shook his head, chuckling out loud before composing himself as best as he could. He was about to force out a half hearted apology for her sake when she asked yet another question.

"Can you turn into a bat?" she eyed him out the corner of her eye, wary of whatever sarcastic reply was awaiting her.

"I'm a vampire, not a shape shifter." Eric snorted once again, not even hiding his amusement this time.

"A shape what?" her head shot up, her eyebrows furrowing together in confusion.

"Never you mind that." Eric shook his head. "Not everything you read or see in the movies is true, Mackenzie. And before you even ask, no, I don't know Dracula. And no, Dracula does not exist."

She seemed deflated at the answer to her unasked question and Eric couldn't help the amusement that continued to grow. She was asking questions, she was trying to find a way to feel comfortable around him. That was a good thing. That was a very good thing. And he hated Godric even more for not being here for this. If he had just waited even just an hour, he would have realized that Mackenzie wasn't the same mess that she was last night. Sure, she was still wary, he could see that clearly, but she was starting to warm up to him and this new idea. She just needed time, like he said. She needed to adjust. She needed to process the fact that everything she ever thought to be impossible was now real. It wasn't easy for adults to understand, and they were trying to deal with a twelve year old girl here.

"Do you like garlic?" she asked curiously, feeling a bit braver with each question she asked.

"It's not exactly a thrilling smell, but it doesn't harm us. I don't even know where that myth came from." Eric rolled his eyes. "But whoever started it should be slapped for their stupidity."

"So if garlic doesn't hurt you, what does? Besides the sun." She remembered that she had never seen any one of her guardians out in the sun. They were hardly even awake before the sun had set, and always were in their rooms, wherever they were, before the sun rose in the morning. "Because the sun does hurt you, right? That's what G-Godric said last night."

Eric noted the wavering in her voice when she spoke Godric's name, but when she didn't flinch or tense, he knew she wasn't deathly afraid of his maker, not like Godric had been so petrified of. And now he would never know.

"Yes, the sun is harmful to vampires, as is silver." Eric nodded, taking a small step towards the table. When she didn't make a move to run from the room, he took his chance and crossed the room to sit across from her. She did still for a moment, her gaze dropping quickly. But after a long drawn out moment of silence, she lifted her gaze just a tiny bit to ask yet another question.

Only this one surprised him.

"Can I...can I see them?" she asked in a whisper so soft if he hadn't of been a vampire, he never would have heard her.

Eric frowned, about to ask what she was talking about until it hit him right in the face. She wanted to see his fangs.

"I don't think that would be a good idea." He quickly nixed the idea. The events of last night escalated because he had shown her his fangs. He wasn't about to go for a repeat performance when he knew better.

"Please?" she asked hopefully.

"No, Mackenzie. You can ask all the questions you'd like, I encourage it, but I will not show you my fangs." He refused. It was a bad idea. He knew she needed to look passed the fangs and see them as the family that they had always been, but that didn't mean she literally needed to see his fangs.

Her face fell and she went back to picking at the vegetables they both knew she wasn't going to eat. After a moment, she sighed and let the fork clink against her plate.

"Please?" she stressed, dragging out the word in the almost whiny voice that felt like fingernails on a chalk board to him.

"No." He shook his head.

"Pretty please?" she was pleading now, the rest of her dinner forgotten as she flashed him her big, round begging eyes.

He just sent her a pointed look before grabbing her plate and taking it across the room to the counter. He could sense she was about to start begging again and quickly yanked an already cut slice of cake out of the fridge and all but threw it down on the table with narrowed eyes.

"You can have that, even though you never finished your dinner like you know you're supposed to, but only if you never ask to see my fangs again."

She eyed the cake as if it were a million jewels. To anyone else, the deal wouldn't have been lucrative, but he knew her addiction to sweets. He rarely let her have them, her birthday being the only exception. She would do or kill anything to get even a taste of cake if she could. And he was damn well hoping for that.

"But I want to see them." She argued, ripping her gaze away from the cake though he saw it was a struggle to do so. "Please? I promise I won't freak out. I promise I won't...I won't be afraid of you. Please?"

Eric sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He didn't want to show her his fangs. He didn't want her to see this side of him. If it had been up to him, he would have kept her in the dark forever. He had been so adamant that he didn't want her when she first entered their lives. It was only a necessity to protect them all. But now, now he saw her as more than just a liability, as the potential end to them all. She was just a little girl, one that had wormed her way into his heart and attached herself. And now he couldn't seem to shake her off.

And he wasn't so sure he wanted to.

"I'll...let you have sweets once a month." He bargained, though he knew he would regret it. She got far too hyper when she had sugar. A hyper human was not a human he enjoyed dealing with.

But he was desperate here.

Her eyes widened. "Once a month?"

She was taking the bait. Good. Eric smirked as he nodded, pushing the cake closer to her. "Once a month, Mackenzie. All you have to do is never ask to see my fangs again."

"I..."

"Fine, twice a month. Just take the damn cake, Mackenzie."

And she did.

Eric smirked in triumph as he sat there and watched her happily eat her cake, praying to god that she would never ask to see his fangs again.

"Where's Godric?" she asked after a handful of bites.

"Fuck." Eric swore under his breath, the smirk being wiped right from his face.

"That's a bad word, Eric." She commented. "You always send me to my room when I say a bad word."

"It's my house." he grumbled. "My rules."

"So you can say all the bad words you want to, but I can't?"

"Yes."

She sent him a hard stare before shrugging and returning to her cake. He thought, for a moment, that he had nearly dodged another bullet.

But he wasn't that lucky.

"Where is Godric though?" she asked after she was finished, wiping her mouth clean of frosting. She glanced towards the kitchen door, as if expecting him to be there, but he wasn't.

"He's...uh..." Eric was at a loss at what to say. What was he supposed to do? Shatter her entire world by telling her he had left, and not only that, but the odds of her seeing him again were very slim? He couldn't do that to her. There may have been a time he hadn't cared about her, but that time had long passed. He wouldn't break her like that. "He had to return to Dallas for some business."

"Oh." He didn't miss the disappointment in her eyes and almost wanted to run after his maker only to just throw it in his face that he had been right; Mackenzie loved him. She adored Godric above everyone else. She may have reacted exactly like she should have, afraid and fearful, but that wasn't going to change anything.

"Do you have any other questions?" Eric tried to sway the conversation.

She looked uncertain at the sudden topic change, but at the prospect of asking questions, something she was hardly ever allowed to do with Eric, she quickly jumped at the chance.

"Does your face go all...gross?" she asked, though by the slight smile gracing her lips, she already knew what he was going to say.

"Where the hell did you read this?" Eric's nose scrunched up in disgust. He really hated vampire fiction.

"It was on some show. Muffy...or Fluffy...or something like that." she shrugged.

"No, my face doesn't go all...gross." he sniggered.

"Good."

The two shared a rare smile, a smile for one that was full of relief and happiness that maybe just maybe, she still had a family despite the monsters that resided in their bodies. The other smile, however, was forced, the vampire trying his best not to let his panic, his anger and frustration show. He was going to put on a damn good show for Mackenzie if it meant keeping her away from asking about Godric. Because that was one heartbreak he was not ready for.

A/N: I just like bow down to you all because seriously, I was not expecting such a big reaction when I posted this story. it was just a way to try and push through writers block and didn't think any one would really care for it. but you all rock so much :)

as for this chapter, god it took forever to write. I have like five versions of this chapter, each different, each equally as horrible until this came to me. I couldn't help the little popular vampire quips. I know technically in this timeline, Twilight likely wouldn't have been published and sparkling vampires hadn't existed yet, but I really couldn't help myself ;)

Happy True Blood day y'all! btw, can I just say how much I love Nora? like I love love love her. I know this takes place before even the show takes place, but if there is ANY way in all that is Godric that I can incorporate Nora into this story, I assure you, I will lol. Probably not (okay, there's a little chance), but that's just how much I love her.