Author's note: Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, or if you don't celebrate anything, happy reading!

CW: reference to near drowning, and emetoephobia warning.

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When the Marauders woke up in the morning, James was extra hyper. He kept begging them to hurry up until finally they trooped downstairs to see the list of the Quidditch team

Patricia Bell (Sixth Year)– Captain – Chaser 1, James Potter (Third Year)– Chaser 2, Marcade Kirke (Sixth Year) – Chaser 3, Cassandra Inkwood (Third Year)– Reserve Chaser.

"OH I bet it burns him he's behind me," laughed James when he saw it. He rubbed his hands rather gleefully.

Cassie squealed loudly when she saw her name on the list, even if she was a reserve. Sirius wrapped his arms around her and swung her in a circle, both of them laughing. They exchanged a quick kiss on the lips, both looking a little embarrassed, before Cassie bolted back to Lily and Alice to share the good news.

Sirius ran his fingers through his hair, an awkward grin on his face while James made wey-hey-hey sounds, elbowing him. "Shut up!" Sirius gave him a light shove. "Chaser number two!"

James gave a spin. "That's me! C'mon lads, let's get some brekkie."

Remus planned on spending the day doing work, especially when Operation Aqua was briefly mentioned again. Sirius suggested they begin at around ten-thirty, which gave them plenty of time after eating. When Remus said he'd be going to the library, all three of them gave him looks.

"No, you're part of Operation Aqua," Peter blurted out.

Remus tried to keep his face impassive. "That's the first I've heard of it."

"I've talked about it," James said, rather nervously. "The Prefects' bathroom, remember?" Remus stared at him. "Bell gave me the password to get in, since it's also for Captains."

"You're going to repay her by setting up a big prank?" he asked incredulously. "That's awful—"

"Not—not a prank, really," James said.

"You'll see," Sirius said rather cheerfully. "You'll love it."

"I'm not going into the Prefects' bathroom," Remus argued. "I'm not going to help with a prank—"

"Not a prank," James muttered again.

"—and frankly, if you really wanted me to be part of this you should have mentioned it sooner," he continued, ignoring James. "I have plans."

Sirius grabbed his sleeve. "Aw, c'mon, Remy. It'll be fantastic, you'll see. You'll love it. I promise. Trust me." Remus looked away from his piercing silver eyes. "It's not a prank," he continued. "I promise."

"You're promising quite a lot there," Remus grumbled, feeling his resolve weakening.

"If you don't wanna trust them you can trust me, right?" Peter asked, giving Remus big eyes, his hands under his chin in a manner to accentuate his innocence.

Remus grunted. "Your elbow is in the butter."

"Oops."

He hated all of them staring at him like that, all with puppy dog eyes, pleading silently. "Oh, fine, I'll help!" he hissed out, grabbing his spoon. "Twats, all of you. At least let me do some studying first; is eleven all right?"

"Perfect," said Sirius in a voice that made Remus a little apprehensive.

After eating, Remus returned to the dorm to spend the next hour working on an essay, trying not to think about what was in store. His eyes drifted towards his tarot cards and he was half tempted to pull a card to see what his deck told him, but he kept his quill on the parchment. At ten till eleven, the other Marauders came into the dorm to get Remus. They were all very excited about something—about this big prank, obviously. James grabbed a bag from his trunk and the four of them headed down to the fifth floor where the Prefects' bathroom was.

"It's unoccupied," James said, indicating the handle. "Bell told me that when the handle is white it's unoccupied and you can go in, and when it's black it's occupied and locked and you can't go in. Hoity-toity!" James told the door which opened up for them.

Remus couldn't help but gasp when he went in, as did Peter. They all gaped openly at the room before them which was huge and luxurious. There was white marble everywhere and multiple bathroom stalls… along with what appeared to be a huge swimming pool, sunken down into the ground. There were hundreds of golden taps surrounding the pool—the bathtub, Remus realized it was a bathtub!

"Bloody hell," James said, and Sirius let out a loud whistle.

"Can we all become Prefects?" Peter asked in an awed whisper.

James turned. "When I'm Captain we'll all have twenty-four hour access to this place! Come on!" He ventured in deeper, setting the bag down by the tub before turning on some of the taps.

Remus hovered near the door, wrapping his arms around himself, watching his friends filling the tub. "What exactly is Operation Aqua?" he asked.

James jumped up, pulling fabric out of the bag. "Swimming lessons, for you," he said, throwing some of the fabric at Remus. He missed catching it and it landed at his feet. "Sirius's idea, he wrote to me over the summer suggesting it. Been stalking this place since school started to get the password but the Prefects are wiley."

Remus's jaw dropped and his eyes bugged out slightly. He jerked his head to Sirius who stood there looking a little sheepish. "S-s-swimming… lessons?" he squeaked out.

"For me too," Sirius said quickly. "Or at least, to get better. For me, to get better, I mean; for you to learn."

Remus looked down at what was at his feet. Swimming trunks. "N-no, I can't wear—I can't—"

"Oh, I got you a shirt as well," James said as he stripped his own shirt off. "I know you don't like showing off your scar, so you can wear the shirt."

Remus picked up the fabric, finding a baggy t-shirt in addition to the bright purple paisley swimming trunks. When he looked back up, James was in nothing but red and gold swimming trunks, and Peter had stripped down to his own mustard yellow trunks. He looked at Sirius who was taking off his own clothes however while he was in black swimming trunks, he also had a baggy black t-shirt on.

"You can change in one of the stalls," Peter suggested.

Remus clutched the fabric, having no idea what to do or what to say. Swimming lessons? "This—is this the idea you had that you wouldn't tell me about?" he asked Sirius, remembering the incident at the stream.

"Yup!" Sirius beamed. "I highly doubt we'll ever end up in a situation like that again but I think you should know how to swim at least some. Don't you?"

The tub was filling up rapidly, looking more and more like a pool. Remus gulped, shuddering at the memory of nearly drowning. Of being afraid, then accepting the fact he'd die. Of wishing he knew how to swim.

"REEEEDUCTO!" James shrieked as he jumped into the pool in a weird way. He leapt off the side then jerked his knees up, wrapping his arms around his legs so he formed a sort of ball as he slammed into the water, sending a huge splash everywhere. Remus hopped back as some water splattered near his feet.

"It'll be all right," Sirius said, padding over to Remus. "James and Peter are both good swimmers. Nothing will happen."

"N-no, not that, I—I'm fine," Remus lied, hoping he sounded braver than he felt. I'm a Gryffindor, he reminded himself. "I—I'll go get… changed." He scurried to one of the stalls and stripped down, pulling on the strange feeling fabric of the trunks and then wriggling into the t-shirt whose sleeves easily covered his scar. As he got dressed he heard the taps being turned off and another splash, then James and Peter both laughing.

Remus poked his head out, seeing James and Peter in the pool—the tub— and Sirius sitting on the edge, feet dangling in. He felt very naked as he stepped forward, even though everything was covered. Both his personal bits and his scar. He shivered, hugging himself again as he walked over to sit next to Sirius.

"Oh!"

He was expecting the water to be icy cold, like the water in the cavern, but it was fairly warm. It felt nice on his feet.

James was a very good swimmer. He moved through the water with ease, his brown body sluicing through almost as deftly as the mermaid portrait on the wall probably could swim. Peter could swim decently too but he wasn't quite as graceful as James.

"Here goes," Sirius said and slid in. His shirt billowed around him, rising up in the water. He pushed it down and it clung to his body. "Come on." He gave Remus a smile as he held his hand out.

Remus sucked in air and slid off the edge of the tub. He squeaked as he plunged into the water and panic seized him as his head went underwater. His feet kicked wildly, trying to find the floor, and a stream of bubbles burst from his mouth when his foot smacked into the side of the tub. He tried to go to the side of the tub to pull himself up but couldn't turn himself around in the water quite right—

Then he was pulled up, his head breaching the surface. He gasped loudly, spluttering out the water that got into his throat, and reached weakly towards the side. Sirius carried him over and he clung to the edge, panting.

"Maybe wolves can't swim," he croaked out, resting his cheek against the marble. "The evil inside of me is like a stone, dragging me down."

"Don't be so dramatic, that's Sirius's job," James chided as he swam over.

"It's not hard to learn," Peter said. Somehow he was on his back and swimming, arms wheeling about as he brought himself over to the others. Remus glared at him. "The first thing you need to learn how to do is float. Watch." He held onto the edge of the tub and let his body rise up in the water until he was floating again, this time on his belly. "Try that."

Remus whined a little as he moved his arms to hold onto the rim. He clutched tightly annnnnddd…

And nothing happened.

"You're keeping your body too tense," James noted. "Loosen up."

"Loosen this," Remus grumbled, shakily giving James a rude gesture.

"That's the spirit!"

"Sirius, you try too," James said with a giggle. "You said you wanted to be a better swimmer. Remy'll do better if he has someone else learning."

Sirius splashed over next to Remus and grabbed hold of the edge of the tub, letting his body float up. "See?" he said.

Remus mumbled under his breath, not liking this. The water was warm but his whole body was shivering. "I'm trying!" he complained when he was told again to loosen up. "I can't help be tense!"

"Can I touch your legs?" Peter asked. "I can put your body in the right position."

Remus reluctantly nodded. It felt odd when Peter grabbed hold of his ankles and he began panicking when he felt his body moving in the water. His lower half was rising up and he half expected his front half to plunge down, but he didn't.

"There." Peter let go and Remus was floating rather awkwardly. "Good job! Now. Here." Pete grabbed the edge to float, and then he began slowly kicking his legs. "Do this."

Remus began flailing his legs, barely aware that he was being shouted at until he stopped.

"Blimey!" James laughed. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying!" Remus wailed.

"Kick gently," Peter said. "Like this."

Remus watched Peter and Sirius both kicking their legs and tried to imitate them. His kicks weren't so gentle but at least he wasn't sending huge waves of water everywhere this time. After Remus managed this for a bit James helped flip him over so he was on his back and floating; this gave Remus panic again and he wound up flailing and sinking, needing to be yanked back up to the surface. They tried again, this time with James and Peter putting their hands under Remus so he could feel there was something there in case he did start sinking.

After that he desperately needed a break and got out, sitting on the edge, dripping water down as he watched the other three swimming for a while. It was kinda funny to see Sirius not be the graceful one for once. His movements were very awkward and strange, and Remus tried not to giggle. Though it was sometimes hard to watch Sirius—with his t-shirt clinging to his chest and his lovely hair plastered around his face—so Remus tended to watch the other two more.

One other thing he noticed that began to make him feel self-conscious was body hair. James had some hair on his legs and Peter had hair on his legs and some under his arms. Remus hugged his middle and slumped down. He was getting a lot of hair on his own legs and under his arms, as well as the start of some hair under his bellybutton. None of the others seemed to have hair on their chest or stomachs though he supposed he couldn't see Sirius's; though Sirius didn't seem to have any hair on his legs yet.

I'm hairier than them. He looked down at his legs, not sure how to feel about it.

"Break is over!" James announced, splashing over to Remus. "Come on, let's try again."

For the next hour the others did their best to teach Remus how to swim or at least stay afloat. It seemed to be a pretty futile attempt as Remus's body simply would not listen. Eventually he did get to the point where, with a lot of arm wheeling and leg kicking, he could somewhat propel himself through the water. It wasn't great but it was something. The biggest issue was every time his head went underwater he panicked. He was fine at home in a smaller tub, submerging his head; but being in a bigger body of water and submerged was very different.

Eventually he was too worn down to continue trying to learn. He was still recovering from the moon and even though the others clearly had loads of energy left, they decided the lesson was over for the day. Remus sat on the edge of the tub, watching as the others had fun. It reminded him of the end of their first year, when everyone had been playing in the lake. He had happily been submerged then… though of course where they played the water hadn't been too deep and he hadn't needed to swim. 'Course, he hadn't nearly drowned either.

"Let's play kraken," James suggested wickedly.

"Let's play murder James," Peter replied immediately.

Instead of either, both boys began jumping off the side of the tub, trying to make the biggest splash. Sirius soon joined them and Remus was the judge. Ultimately he declared James the winner; he somehow managed to make his scrawny body produce an enormous wave of water that lapped all across the marble flooring.

It was nearly one-thirty by the time all four of them used the luxuriously fluffy towels to dry off, though Remus was already fairly dry well by that point. James wriggled out of his swimming trunks in front of everyone, standing bare naked as he rummaged through his bag for his pants. Remus dove back into the stall to change into his regular clothes.

Sirius opened the door and poked his head out. "All clear," he said and the four hurried out, giggling at the fact they had been in the Prefects' bathroom for over two hours. When Peter noted that he hoped none of the Prefects or Captains had really needed it, James told him there was another Prefects' bathroom down near the dungeons.

"Anyone can use either," Remus panted out. "Though from what I understand, typically Slytherins and Hufflepuffs use the lower one while Gryffindors and Ravenclaws use the one we just used."

"I wouldn't want in a tub the Slytherins use," Sirius laughed.

"Slytherin Prefects and Captains have probably used that one," Remus pointed out and Sirius made a disgusted face.

"I bet Prefects have taken their dates there," James stated and all three of them stared at him. He grinned, wriggling his eyebrows. "You know."

"EW!" Peter moaned.

Sirius elbowed James roughly. "I don't want to think about Slytherins doing that, thank you very much." Then after a second he snickered. "So is that your future plan, Captain?"

James rolled his eyes, hefting his duffel bag over his shoulder. "No."

"Mm-hmm. How about you, future Prefect?" Sirius elbowed Remus who had barely been following along with the conversation, though was fairly sure James was referring to sex.

"No," he said coolly, glad James had said the same thing so it wasn't as weird for him to say it. He hoped he wasn't blushing. He didn't think he was, he was too tired to blush.

"Did the lesson help at least?" Pete asked.

Remus thought about this for a few seconds. "I think so, I mean… I can move a bit better in the water now. Maybe next time I won't drown."

Peter shuddered at the words 'next time'. James suggested they go back again sometime later in the month for another lesson, and Remus frowned. He didn't want to, however swimming was something he should know to do. Ugh. Reluctantly he agreed, hoping the next lesson wouldn't be until the very end of the month.

-x-

The next few days after his first swimming lesson was a whirl of busyness for Remus, especially sincehe spent all his free time working on homework and doing research for pranks.

On Monday he, James, and Sirius got into trouble for being caught trying to turn Peeves into a penguin. Remus probably would have been let off if it wasn't for the fact that he was the one attempting the spell. James had the spellbook open, and Sirius just got caught up in it since, as Sprout pointed out when she was lecturing them, he and James were always connected. Peter was the only one who didn't get in any trouble, despite the fact he had been there too; which was a little unfair in Remus's opinion, though that was probably just the bitterness over being caught.

"Professor, Peeves was putting slippery spells on the bottoms of first years' shoes!" James protested. "We were only trying to help the first years!"

"Be that as it may, turning the school poltergeist into a bird is not proper retaliation, nor safe," Sprout grumbled.

James and Sirius were given detention for Tuesday night, while Remus didn't have to worry about detention until later in the month. McGonagall had once told Remus the reason James and Sirius always served their detentions so quickly was because if they didn't, they'd just keep racking up detention nights.

On Tuesday, James also found out his new Quidditch schedule which Remus copied down to give to Fawley the next night, hoping they'd be able to figure out a good night for all of them to have Occlumency. It looked like it was most likely to be Tuesdays or Thursdays. Neither were optimal for Remus, but he'd be fine with either.

Also on Tuesday, a Howler arrived for Miss Black. Remus had been told by Sirius that Regulus had been made reserve Seeker, and told by Aegis that Miss Black had been chosen for the Chaser position. If Remus hadn't known that, he would have Tuesday. Miss Black sat there with a stony expression as her father's voice screamed out his disappointment and shame that she had become a Chaser. When the Howler turned to ash, Miss Black simply swept it off the table and returned to her breakfast as if nothing had happened.

Wednesday morning Remus woke up feeling hopeful since for once he was all caught up with all his homework, and he'd get to see Miss Fawley that night! Always a good thing. Unfortunately, Peeves decided to retaliate against the transfiguration attempt and conjured up great big stink clouds that followed all the Marauders all day.

"I didn't have anything to do with it!" Peter complained as the noxious green cloud floated behind him.

Peeves just cackled and disappeared.

The four of them glumly went to Potions, where all the Slytherins and half the Gryffindors laughed at them. Slughorn made them sit in the very back where the stinky fumes would only affect the four of them.

"Can't you get rid of them?" James pleaded.

Slughorn's mustache twitched. "Poltergeist magic is a bit beyond my ability to fix, Mr. Potter," he said in the sort of tone that made it clear that even if he could, he wouldn't.

"Serves you right," Lily said after class, from a distance. She, Cassie, and Alice were all pinching their noses.

"What were you doing trying to bother him anyway?" Alice demanded.

James and Sirius tried again to explain about the first years, but the girls dismissed this, Lily insisting they were only using it as an excuse which… Remus knew perfectly well they were. James had wanted to try to turn Peeves into a penguin before they found out about the first years' shoes.

"Maybe we should try apologizing," he suggested, covering his nose and mouth with his sleeve. His eyes were watering since the smell was so much stronger for him than it was for them. He felt so sick. Note to self: never mess with Peeves again!

"I'm not gonna apologize to him!" James protested loudly.

Remus couldn't stand it another second and took off to the nearest bathroom, emptying out the cauldron so to speak. At least the next period was a free one and he didn't have to worry about getting to a lesson. He moaned and stumbled to the sink to wash his face off and his mouth out. The other Marauders were in the hallway, not wanting to come in since that would fill the lavatory with four stink clouds.

"Where's Peeves," he croaked out after leaving the loo. He was sorely tempted to use the spell on his own nose to get rid of his ability to smell, but the memory of all the trouble that had caused prickled along his skin. He doubted he'd ever be able to actually use that spell anymore.

Maybe James was too proud to beg for forgiveness, but Remus wasn't. He spent the next twenty minutes tracking down the school poltergeist and finally found him painting rude limericks about Professor Quirke on a wall. Peeves flipped upside down, peering at Remus through one eye.

"Peeves…" Remus swallowed and looked up at the little orange-clothed being. He had no idea how to convince Peeves to stop this. Being nice wouldn't work, being mean wouldn't work either. Then a hopefully brilliant idea struck him. "Thank you."

Peeves narrowed his one open eye. "What's this? Wee little firstie thanking me?"

Peeves knew damn well Remus was a third year. "Yes." Remus forced a smile on his face. "A b-bunch of bullies were going to waylay me earlier and d-decided not to, because of this." He motioned towards the cloud. "And then some other students want—wanted my advice about something and changed their mind since they couldn't come near me. This cloud is proving to be a good way to keep to—to myself, which I p-prefer." He gave Peeves an even bigger smile. "You are so smart, doing this to me! Could you teach it to me?"

Peeves threw the pot of paint at Remus, bright red paint dripping down his clothes like blood. "Loony, Loopy Lupin!" he sang out. "Loony, Loopy Lupin!" He snapped his fingers then disappeared.

Remus turned to find the cloud gone. It worked! He took in a breath deep and then sighed with relief. It worked!

Well, not quite. As it turned out, Peeves gave him another curse. When he started walking down the halls a nearby student started sliding towards him. Remus, who had lied about being grateful for the solitude, was now magnetized for everyone around him.

STUPID POLTERGEIST!

"I c-c-can't help it," he whimpered in Defense Against the Dark Arts when all the other chairs began sliding slowly towards him. "P-Peeves did it wh-when he got rid of the—the stink cloud!"

Professor Charlemagne, who was hanging onto his desk firmly, gave a sigh. He flicked his wand a few times to no avail. He swore in French and then let go of his desk in order to grab Remus by the collar. Remus was terrified he was in trouble but Charlemagne told the others to wait, and instead took Remus to Professor McGonagall. As soon as they were in the room all the students began sliding towards Remus. McGonagall told Charlemagne the only one who could do anything with Peeves was the Bloody Baron, and to kindly take Remus out of her classroom.

Glued to Charlemagne with the spell, Remus was dragged along through the castle. He was horrified and humiliated by this, wishing he had accepted the noxious cloud instead! Getting sick was much better than this!

"Bloody Baron?" Slughorn asked when Charlemagne interrupted Potions class. There was a shriek as a girl tried to grab the nearest object to stop herself from sliding, but the nearest object was her searing hot cauldron. Slughorn shouted at Charlemagne to take Remus out, saying he had no idea where the Baron was, but he liked the Astronomy tower.

Off they went, leaving Slughorn to heal to the burns on the poor girl's hands, going back up flights of stairs until they found the Slytherin ghost skulking about the Astronomy tower, moaning creepily. Remus tried not to shudder. The Bloody Baron was one ghost he tried to avoid. He turned his gaunt face towards the two wizards, and Charlemagne asked him, nicely, for help with Peeves. The Baron simply disappeared as a response.

Charlemagne swore in French again. "I'm sorry," he said, turning to Remus.

"I—" Remus felt like crying at this point for causing so much trouble. "I'm s-s-s-sorry—"

"I suppose it is a bit much of a punishment for attempting an aviation transfiguration," sighed Charlemagne. "Well, this will have to do for now." He tapped Remus's head with his wand and a bubble formed around him. Charlemagne stepped away, nodding to himself when he didn't start sliding. "That holds the spell in with you. Can you breathe?" Remus sucked in some air and nodded. "Good, good. Come on, we'd best get back to class."

It was too hard to sit at his desk in the bubble so he had to stand. Nor could he take notes, or perform any magic unless he wanted to pop the bubble. He flushed red, standing to the side of the classroom, trying his best to act like he didn't care about what was happening to him. At least nobody was sliding towards him anymore!

-x-

Remus was still in the bubble when it was time for Occlumency. His day had been horrible, especially in Care of Magical Creatures when Professor Kettleburn brought in a soft, furry creature for everyone to pet. Remus couldn't pet it through the bubble. The other Marauders couldn't pet it either since it had a sensitive nose. He was released from the bubble for lunch and supper, though had to eat by himself to prevent people from sliding towards him. The other Marauders weren't allowed in the Great Hall either, since the stink clouds would ruin peoples' appetites. The four of them ate supper together in a secret passage, Remus gagging when his friends slid too close and the whiff of their stink clouds upset his nose.

The bubble also made it difficult for Occlumency. Remus rolled into the room, miserably telling Fawley everything that had happened the past couple of days. She laughed so hard she fell off the couch before removing the bubble from him.

"Oh!" she said as she began sliding towards him. "Poltergeist magic is so tiresome."

"Can you get rid of it?" he asked hopefully.

She tried, to no avail. "I think perhaps we should speak to Albus."

She put him back in the bubble and the two of them went to the Headmaster's office where Dumbledore removed the bubble spell and the magnetizing spell. "I suppose now the four of you have learned your lesson about bothering Peeves," he said, rather merrily.

Remus hung his head, rather bitter he had gone through this all day when Dumbledore could have fixed it easily. "Yessir."

"While we're here," Fawley said, clearing her throat. "I wanted to speak to you about the idea of lengthening Remus's lessons to two hours."

Dumbledore's eyebrows rose high. "You mentioned this before, Mythana. Do you think that wise?"

"Remus has shown great capabilities," Fawley said, dancing around the real reason they wanted the lessons to be longer. "I believe two hours a week will give us a greater chance of keeping him safe." Ooh, she was good. She spoke the truth without speaking the truth.

Dumbledore pressed his fingertips together in thought. "How do you feel about this, Remus?"

Remus tried not to shrink under those pale blue eyes. He was never sure whether Dumbledore was using Legilimency on him or not, and he was a little afraid the headmaster was doing it now. "I'd l-like it," he stammered out. He tried to think of anything else that might help convince Dumbledore and failed, instead falling back into silence.

Dumbledore gave him a gentle smile. "I see. Well. In that case, I don't see why not, as long as Remus is up to the pace."

'I'm sure he'll do fine," Fawley said, rising to her feet. "Come on, Remus, let's get back to our lesson."

That night they only did one hour—well, less, due to their excursion to Dumbledore. Remus also gave her the information about James's practice and they decided perhaps going back to their regular Tuesday would be best. Remus nodded, not wanting to think about how tiring Tuesdays would be since they had midnight Astronomy the night before.

"I'll let James and Peter know," he said, rubbing his head since it was hurting so bad. He wished Occlumency wouldn't give him such terrible headaches! Then he hesitated, not sure whether to ask about going into his memory of being bitten. Also he was going to ask about Sirius, he remembered; the incident with Sirius's father, and all the other little hints towards his friend being… hurt. He decided not to ask about either, not with his pain behind his eyes, not with the weariness pulling his soul down. He'd talk to her next Tuesday, first about Sirius and then about the memory. "I—I'll see you Tuesday, then."

"All right, have a good week, and please try to stay out of trouble."

Remus thought about the plans his friends had. "I'll, er, try."

Fawley simply laughed. "I suppose that's the best that can be said, considering your group. All right, then, dear. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Miss Fawley."