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Author's Note: Been busy dealing with work, life, and all sorts of stuff. But at long last, my next instalment of Coconut Legend. Do please leave a review. It'll be much appreciated. UmbramAnimae, if you're reading this; stop. Stop right here. Go no further. This is not the Daphne you're looking for.

Daphne Greengrass and the Pie-Throwing Championships
By Triage
Year 3 Summer Break: The Power of the Pie-Throwing Princess
Chapter 2: It's In The Blood

Dear Harry,

Please, do excuse any impatience on my part for sending a letter so soon after seeing you at King's Cross Station. If you heard anybody screaming and shouting in your general direction that day, that was me. I do not know what is happening at home for you, and I will not deny intense curiosity as to the behaviour I saw of what I presume are your relatives or caretakers.

I should probably apologize ahead of time, I am quite prone to rambling if I'm allowed to, and it is a rather horrid habit that my friends and family suffer from me.

I'm also not very good at this sort of thing. My friend Tracey says I have a talent, but I'm not so sure. I would love to share my summer experiences with you, that is, if you're willing to listen, and I would very much like to hear all about yours too. Actually, I should ask first, how are you doing? As mentioned earlier, I am very curious about what I heard your relative saying and shouting at you.

Why would you be treated so? If I shouldn't be asking such things, I apologize, and I hope you won't hold it against me. It just worries me, is all.

I'll be in France in a few days from now. If you don't want to send your gorgeous owl on an epic cross-country journey, and with your permission, you can always call on Pika. Pika (pronounced as PY-KAH) is my house elf. She would be more than happy to give you letters and take any replies when or if you have them.

Oh, I also apologize for my owl, Egg, and any exuberance he demonstrates while there. He has been my best friend and companion since hatching. My parents own his parents, and for some reason, he is anything but similar to them in characteristics. DO NOT feed him owl treats from Blingy Blob's Best Bunch. They make him gassy, and I am not joking, you will regret it.

Maybe I should have mentioned this at the top of my letter, but I hope you're not prone to feeding owls right away. I am so sorry if that is the case. I might have told him to wait for a reply from you. But please, don't feel pressured.

If I'm right, you're a very busy man, so if you don't have time for a silly girl like me, just tack a small note, you don't even have to write in it, and give it to Egg. He won't know the difference, and he'll come back to me.

Well, I'm going to stop here for now, but I hope you're having a great summer. I'll see you soon?

Sincerely,
Daphne Greengrass

~ O ~

Dear Daphne,

Unfortunately, I did feed Egg the moment he arrived, the treats happened to be Hedwig's favourite. I never imagined an owl that small could make that loud a fart, to be honest. It woke a few people up.

But don't worry, it's fine. My room smells like posterior ham, but it's actually an improvement.

So there's no need to apologize. In fact, I'd like to thank you for your letter. It's the first letter I've gotten in a long while. I'm not as busy as you seem to think.

As for my relatives...I don't mind your curiosity. I guess they did get quite loud that day. It was just a bad time for them. They're not overly fond of wizards and witches, but it's not so terrible. I think plenty of others have it worse.

So long as it's not an inconvenience for Pika, I'll be happy to send my responses through her. You'll have to tell me what France is like. My friend Hermione's visiting there too. Ron and his family are going to Egypt.

To be honest, I'm a little envious that you're all travelling overseas. I've never been abroad. Frankly, Hogwarts is the farthest I've ever been away from my home.

By the way, I would like to thank you for everything you'd done for me throughout the year. I really appreciate the support and everything. I'm sure it was you. Egg's...rather unique. Does he know how to read? He seems to be looking at the words I'm writing. He just nodded at me. Or was he just bobbing his head, like most owls do?

Hedwig's trying to eat him now, I think it's best I send him back to you in one piece. Thanks again.

Sincerely,
Harry Potter

~ O ~

Daphne was in heaven. Or at least, this was likely closest to it. Shortly after she'd received Tracey's letter, Derek had whisked his family off to their relatives in France. When she was last here, she'd found a beautiful glade in what she liked to call the Permitted Forest, behind the manor of her relatives. There was a small hill which fed a spring that cascaded into a pool, which fed a gentle brook that ran through the rest of the wood. It was scenic, relaxing and peaceful here.

She sat beside the smooth rocks that made a natural barrier before entering the pool, and examined her reflection in the surface of the pool. It was deep enough for her to swim in, but she could touch the bottom with her feet and still keep her head out of the water. A few small fish swam around, but there were also plimpies! She was delighted by the magical, slow-moving round fish. They were about as interesting as flobberworms, but somehow more intriguing at the same time.

It was thanks to her watching the pool that she spotted a small face with reddish-gold hair and blue eyes emerging over the waterfall, wearing a mischievous grin. Despite years of learning her younger sister's habits, Daphne still didn't have time to process or react as the tiny girl just launched herself from her vantage point and did a cannonball dive into the pool, splashing water everywhere and draping a fallen Daphne with a distressed plimpy.

"B-gah! ASTORIA!" spluttered Daphne as she quickly tossed the plimpy back into the water, much to its relief, except the younger Greengrass daughter fetched it back out, giggling.

"Don't be silly, Daph! We're having plimpy soup and jellied eels for lunch! This is a prime catch!"

"WHAT?!" Daphne shook her head and then snarled, "Why are you-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! How did you find this place?!"

"I followed you," declared Astoria quite simply, a smug look on her face. "How could you not tell me about this, Daph? I thought we told each other everything!"

Daphne looked a little guilty. The truth was, she loved this place. It was private, it was quiet, and a wonderful place to reflect or think. She had thought of bringing Astoria here a few times, but she rather liked the solitude, and truthfully, the sometimes rambunctious Astoria wasn't really someone you'd consider peaceful and quiet. She barely had time to register movement before she'd been splashed again and thoroughly soaked, just in case she wasn't on the first time around.

"That's what you get for not telling me about this place!" declared Astoria happily.

"TORI!" screeched Daphne and next thing, she was in the pool either trying to splash Astoria back, or drown her sister.

Whichever came first.

Astoria, who was unaware of Daphne's homicidal intentions, was laughing in and out of water, and playfully splashing at Daphne some more, which really didn't make sense given that Daphne was already in the water with her.

But when Daphne emerged, soaking wet, in her pale summer dress, she made a startled squeak and almost jumped back into the pool when she saw who was leaning against a tree, goggling at the sisters.

"Well, hello, Daphne, Astoria," said Draco cordially, seemingly recovering his equilibrium and he tugged at his jacket.

"Hello Draco," returned Astoria, still leaning over the edge of the pool, but content to remain in the water for the time being.

"Hi," said Daphne, still wondering if she should jump back into the pool. Her soaking wet summer dress did very little to cover her. That was when Egg and Maribel flitted into view, the tiny owl landing expertly on Daphne's shoulder. "So what brings you here? A-and how'd you find this place?"

The boy gestured to Astoria. "I saw her walking up this way and followed her."

Daphne shot another glare at her little sister. This was supposed to be her little sanctuary! But she sighed mentally. She'd just have to share now.

"It's a lovely place here," observed Draco as he nodded, looking around. "And as for what brought me here..." he turned his gaze on Daphne once more, "...well, you, mostly."

"Me?" asked Daphne, confused, and Egg made a soft hoot, looking in surprise at the girl, then at Draco.

"Yes," said Draco patiently, "about what I spoke with you about at King's Cross. Do you remember?"

After a moment, Daphne nodded, "Oh yes! I do now! No, thank you."

"..." Draco blinked a few times, more than a little flabbergasted, by his expression, and it made Astoria giggle.

"Did you at least talk it over with your father?" pressed Draco.

"Yes, I did," replied Daphne chirpily, "with Blaise as witness, and I informed Tracey by owl, and I might have sent a copy to Professors Dumbledore, Snape, Flitwick, McGonagall and Sprout...and also the Daily Prophet and The Quibbler."

Astoria, Draco, Egg and Maribel the fairy were staring at Daphne as she tapped her chin with a finger, "I might have informed the Parkinsons too...I can't quite remember."

"She's joking right?" asked Draco of Astoria, "Please tell me she's joking."

"Sorry, Malfoy," said Astoria, not taking her eyes off her sister, "but you can never tell with Daphne."

The boy sighed.

Daphne's eyes landed back on him, and she cheerfully said, "So, no, thank you."

"Daphne-..." he began.

"...is needed back at the manor, Monsieur Malfoy," said Apolline Delacour as she glided over the hilltop that led into the glade, her body aglow in a magical light.

Draco never turned to look directly at Apolline, but swallowed and said, "Well, I take my leave of your company, my ladies."

He closed his eyes as he turned in the general direction of Apolline, and bowed to her, "Madame, you have a most lovely homestead," he said, and turned to leave the way he came, almost colliding with a tree before he opened his eyes again.

Daphne was perplexed by his behaviour and reactions to her aunt. "Why did he close his eyes like that? That's dangerous!"

Apolline raised a hand to cover her mouth and hide her laughter, but Astoria had no such reservations and just laughed out loud.

The younger Greengrass daughter pulled herself out of the pool and moved to stand beside her sister as they looked up at the tall Veela, who gazed serenely at the two girls. "I take it you are both quite all right?"

"Yes, Aunt Apolline," said Daphne, "did you say that I'm needed at the manor?"

"Yes, indeed," said Apolline with a slight nod. "Let's get you dried, and return home, shall we? My daughters are looking for you."

A quick drying charm cast on each had them properly dried and comfortable, and the Greengrass sisters followed behind their aunt.

Daphne studied the Delacour residence as they approached it. It was a large, yet modest chateau that mixed the designs and concepts of a manor with a castle. She noted how the four corners of the main estate had a small tower with a revolving balcony and a lookout at the top, giving anyone in those four spots an unobstructed view of the surrounding lands.

As they got closer, she looked at the western side of the building, where the vineyards were, and a large mountain lake. She reminded herself to ask Fleur to show her the secret island that she said was nearby. She caught sight of the greenhouses arrayed along the southern wall, making a mental note to see if the yellow rose-bush she planted a few years before was in bloom.

There were livestock, barns, and large fields on the northern side. Sometimes Daphne went there to play with the newest lamb, or ride the horses. And that brought them full circle to the main entrance, located on the east, facing the open countryside.

In a sense, the Delacours were quite self-sufficient and could survive completely cut off from civilization if they needed to be. According to Sebastien Delacour, the mountains here held vast quantities of natural minerals and resources, including gold, and it was all his.

In all honesty, Daphne would love to live here forever. The place was beautiful, the weather was decent, and there were no Death Eaters. Heck, she even heard that the criminals here were actually kinder and more polite than whatever England had back home.

There was a tiny concealed moat that surrounded the estate, and only if one knew about the moat would the arching bridge make sense. As the three made their way over it, Daphne noticed Astoria held a hapless plimpy in one of her hands. "You really want to have plimpy soup?" asked Daphne.

Astoria only giggled and shrugged her small shoulders before running ahead of them and through the open doors.

"We're back," declared Apolline just as the Greengrass and Delacour adults entered the foyer, having been alerted by the bundle of energy that was Astoria.

"Just in time, too!" said Derek. "We will be visiting the town of La Folie Dubois. Daphne, darling, you and Fleur will be coming with us."

"Yes, Father," was the immediate reply, and the blonde took a more sedate pace than Astoria did.

Along the way, she heard an excited shriek and saw a blonde missile tear through the corridor, in pursuit of her sister. The youngest Delacour daughter, Gabrielle, was turning eight soon, which was why the adults and the elder daughters were taking a trip to town. To prepare for a joint party, since Astoria's birthday was nearby as well.

Gabrielle and Astoria were the closest in age, though the latter was still four years older, but they were great friends and played together whenever the Greengrasses visited. It seemed Astoria wasn't going to have plimpy soup after all. The animal was now contentedly floating in a once-empty aquarium, and the two girls were admiring the creature. That's right, plimpies could survive a fair amount of time out of the water.

When Daphne reached her room, she found Fleur seated on her bed, looking lost in thought.

"Hello, Fleur!" said Daphne happily. "What brings you here? Your mother said you were looking for me?"

The older girl jumped and turned to look at Daphne. "Oh. I...I wanted to ask you...about England."

Daphne tilted her head to one side. She had gotten the sense that there had been something on Fleur's mind from the time they arrived at Chateau Delacour, but the girl had been cagey or evasive, instead just talking about anything and everything, even the Quidditch World Cup, and Fleur wasn't the sport's greatest fan. Daphne knew this because she'd heard Tracey talk, and she knew a real Quidditch fan from one who didn't know the first thing about the game.

"Sure, what would you like to know?" offered Daphne, curious about Fleur's query.

"Well..." Fleur shrugged helplessly. "...I would like to know everything. Father says zat zer ees no Veela conclave like we have here. Zis ees true?"

"I've not heard of any! Maybe there's one in secret. We could go looking for them!"

Egg twittered his agreement, and Maribel flitted over to light gently in Fleur's open palms, bowing slightly to the eldest Delacour daughter.

The Veela smiled down at the fairy, then turned to Daphne, "But eet also means zat ze English wizards do not uhm...very much like Veela, no?"

So that is the concern, thought Daphne. "Well, they'll like you. If they don't...I'll make them!"

Fleur gave a small nod and a weak laugh.

"Why are you even worried about such a thing? Are you planning to visit England?"

She shot Daphne a look and then sighed. "Oui ...I'm...well, eet ees supposed to be a surprise. Something big...next term."

Nodding, Daphne took that as the extent of the revelation she was going to get for now. She then opened the wardrobe and reached out to pick some clothes to put out for their trip to town when she began to feel dizzy and disoriented. Ignoring the sensation and speaking, she said, "So does Gabrielle know about the surprise party we'll…be...oh Merlin..."

Daphne sat down on the edge of her bed, and Fleur quickly walked around to her side, concern etched all over her face. "Daphne? What ees wrong?"

"D-don't know...just feel dizzy..." She swayed a little, and then just like that, the moment was past. "Goodness, That was weird."

Egg and Maribel lighted on each of the girl's shoulders, making squeaky noises or hoots of concern.

"Maybe you should rest, I will tell Maman and..."

"No, Fleur, I'm fine now. I must have exerted myself too suddenly earlier, and I sort of had a pool fight with Astoria...it was just all the excitement." She nodded and smiled at Fleur, but her cousin didn't look convinced.

With a sigh, Daphne called, "Pyka?"

A tiny house elf popped into view, "Firstborn Miss Greeny called! What can Pyka do for Miss Greeny?"

Daphne smiled, the house-elf was so named because of her size, and how squeaky she sounded, like the pika. "H'lo, Pyka...my head was spinning a while back. Did you bring any of the remedies Mother taught you to make?"

"Of course, Pyka never leaves home without it!" The house-elf snapped her fingers and a thin vial appeared in her hands, which she promptly handed to the girl, who quaffed it with barely a thought.

"Thank you, Pyka!" she smiled at the house-elf who'd been gripping her ears with concern, "I'm so glad Mother makes potions that actually taste good."

"Pyka is happy to serve. Does miss Greeny need anything else? Pyka can help with trip to town!"

"Thank you, Pyka, I'd appreciate that," replied Daphne, and she then turned to look at Fleur, "Pyka actually has better fashion sense than me."

Fleur smiled, but then frowned as she asked, "What ees zat potion she gave you? Why do you even have a potion? Does zis...deezy spell happen many times?"

"It comes and it goes," said Daphne in a flippant manner, "Mother said it's just a family thing, and it will pass."

"...okay..." Fleur finally decided to let the matter rest, but the girl had a feeling that her cousin wasn't going to forget about it anytime soon.

"Pyka has perfect outfit ready for Miss Greeny!" the house-elf declared happily, "Can Pyka help Miss to dress?"

"Thanks, Pyka, but I'll do that part myself."

"Okay. Call Pyka if miss needs!" The house-elf disappeared. Daphne knew the little elf absolutely would dress Daphne if given half the chance. It was as if they didn't give her enough work to do.

"Pyka ees...quite excitement, non?" said Fleur with a hint of amusement in her eyes.

"Excitable, Fleur, and yes, she is. I wonder where she gets it from?"

~ O ~

Once Daphne had changed and told Fleur a few more things about merry England, they were on their way to the town of La Folie Dubois. It was the French equivalent of Hogsmeade, though somehow more quaint to Daphne, more welcoming, and with far more wondrous things to discover. Maybe she was biased, but she absolutely loved the feel and ambience.

Fleur's family was well known, and seemingly well-regarded here, as many greeted the elder Delacours in a pleasant manner, giving Fleur and by extension, Daphne, happy smiles. "Oh, they absolutely adore you!" said Daphne. "Why would you ever want to be away from this place?"

"It ees not that I want to," replied Fleur quietly, "more that I have to."

Daphne found this curious but didn't press, and Fleur continued, "My parents, zey help these people, a lot. It ees why they like us."

"That's so lovely!" said Daphne happily. "So, what is the special around here? What shall we get Gabrielle and Tori?"

"A few things actually," supplied Sebastien as the teens caught up to them, "but one of the prime talents here is coconut pie."

Daphne blinked a few times, "Really?"

"Oui! Eet ees ze town's proudest achievement," said Fleur.

"Hmm!" replied Daphne, "I know a spell that conjures coconut pie and hurls it at people!"

"Oh, that is quite a waste of good pie," said Apolline, her eyes alight with amusement.

They began to visit a number of shops, procuring the gifts for the two girls, and Fleur led Daphne to a few shops to get her some things as well, mostly souvenirs. They also stopped by at some stalls to sample delicacies, pop tarts and pies. Daphne happened upon one peculiar stall, and she stared at the sign for some time, with the stallholder watching.

"Why do you call it Luq707's Best Pies?" asked Daphne.

"Well I tried Peter Porky's Pies first, but ain't nobody cared t' buy 'em! All abou' gimmicks these days," said the man, and Daphne looked at him.

"You're from England!" she said.

"Ye're a bloomin' genius," was the dry response. "You gonna buy or whot?"

"Yes, please, I'll have one!" said Daphne and paid the man some sickles.

The pie was quite good. Custard with strawberry, kiwi and blackberries on top. She had a feeling she'd be coming back for more later. The Delacours and Greengrass families then reunited at the town centre, to plan the next course of action, when Daphne glanced at two people approaching with wide eyes.

"Well, what a rather intriguing coincidence to meet you here, Lord Greengrass," said Lucius Malfoy. "Came for the more agreeable climate, perhaps? Lady Greengrass, Monsieur and Madamoiselle Delacour..." he tilted his head in greeting to each person he addressed.

"Lucius!" exclaimed Derek, and he grabbed the man by the shoulders and greeted him with a kiss on each cheek. "So splendid to see you here!"

The Malfoy Lord was a little perturbed by the energetic greeting, and Draco stood just a little ways off, his eyes locked on Derek, seemingly quite perplexed. Like almost every male that met him, Lucius had to remind himself that Derek was a man.

Daphne and Fleur giggled at the man's pursed lips. Egg and Maribel lighted on a nearby fountain's edge, watching the people.

"Yes, indeed." said Lucius, "I was here for an examination into my estates and businesses. But I find it quite a fortuitous chance that I find you here. I believe my son may have mentioned an agreement I'm interested in discussing further with you."

"Ah, yes yes yes!" said Derek with rapid nods, "My dear Daphne has said as much."

"Excellent. Perhaps we can arrange for an agreeable day to discuss this further? Would the day after, around noon be alright?"

With a glance at Sebastien, who accented his agreement with a small gesture of his hand, Derek smiled and said, "That would certainly be fine, Lucius. We'll see you then!"

"Wonderful," said the pale-haired man. "Well, I won't keep you any longer. I've a few errands to run myself. A good day to you all."

He tossed a casual wave and was on his way, Draco in tow, who had also given a wave at them as they left.

"Daphne," said Fleur, "please tell me more about ze pie-conjuring spell?"

"Oh! Yes, well," the blonde drew her wand and made the motions, "so you move your wand like this...yes, and then, you say, 'Cocos Volatus!'"

Daphne had been quite casually envisioning casting the spell at Draco, with whom she was slightly cross at now, because she'd already made it abundantly clear her decision on his offer, so his father pressing the matter earned the girl's ire, that she'd poured actual intent and magic into her demonstration, and a coconut pie appeared, pelting the boy very soundly on the side of his head.

Fleur must have been similarly envisioning the same effect for Lucius because the man was similarly pelted, and the two Malfoys whirled around. "Who did that?!" demanded Lucius.

Daphne gave a small squeak of shock, but she and Fleur were saved from making any apologies when a man cried out, "Oy Malfoys!"

Both men turned towards the sound of the voice, just in time for an actual coconut to be violently introduced to each man's family jewels. Almost as one, every nearby male cringed as the two victims keeled over.

Daphne could only gape, then she turned to look behind her. It was the stallholder from Luq707, and a mysterious man with a top hat and a fancy suit.

"Never liked the plonkers. 's why I moved t'France, ye see," said the man.

"Indeed," the man in the top hat said, "I'm from Brazil, but even I felt an instant dislike for the man for unexplainable reasons. How troubling."

He smiled and offered a slight bow in Daphne and Fleur's direction.

"Thank you...sirs," said Daphne, "b-but Lucius Malfoy is an important man back in England. He might retaliate!"

"Exactly, missy. Back in England. Not 'ere, in lovely France. 'e can make all the noise 'e wants, but ye know whot th' French will do? 'Bout a figure round th' range o' nothin'!" The pie seller laughed and walked back to his stall with a wave.

Turning to the man in the top hat, Daphne smiled and asked, "So you're from Brazil? What do you do here?"

"Nauze is the name, ma'am, and magic is what I do," he tipped his hat to her, and as soon as he put it back on, he vanished.

Gaping, the two girls were approached by their parents, whilst Lucius and Draco struggled back to their feet and quickly apparated away before anyone else felt inclined to go balls out and take potshots at their future heirs.

"Well...that was some fine spellwork, you two," complimented Persephone, "but I'm really not sure if the coconut was such a good idea, Daphne."

Daphne gave her a sheepish look and said, "It was an accident...I didn't mean to cast it!"

"That's quite the stir we caused," said Sebastien, "best we return home for now."

As they began to march to the apparating zone, Sebastien turned to his daughter and said, "Fine spellwork, moi fille, fine spellwork indeed!"

Fleur smiled, "Thank you, Papa."

~ O ~

When they returned, dinner was prepared, and the families had a grand time. Both Astoria and Gabrielle were none the wiser for the surprise party that awaited them. They'd been playing around the estate, under the watchful care of the wizard servants and the stealthy house-elves.

Once the younger girls were tired and fast asleep, the parents, Daphne and Fleur, intended to set up silencing charms in and around the household so they could work with the servants and house elves to prepare the estate for a grand birthday party.

Midway through the preparations, Daphne began experiencing the dizzy spells like never before. She caught the worried looks exchanged between her parents, but they simply told her to go to bed, as they had more than enough hands to help with the preparations.

"But..." Daphne offered a weak protest. Fleur, however, who was already worried earlier in the day, was now very concerned, and she ushered the girl out of the ballroom, brooking no argument.

She barely remembered being escorted back to her room, with Fleur helping to change her into her nightclothes as she could barely function on account of how dizzy she was. And she was tucked into bed, with Fleur crooning a soothing but strange song that was not human or wizard. It was very comforting, and she quickly forgot about her dizzy spell and fell asleep.

She then had the strangest dream in her life.

She saw bright colours, lights, and something strange, like an odd shadow that shifted in shape and lightness, and it danced around red objects that looked like water droplets. A voice kept saying, "It's in the blood."

It sounded male, female, or childlike at times. But the phrase was repeated often, and the shadows crept around the red coloured objects, increasing in number. Then she awoke.

Sunlight was barely beginning to pour into the room's open window.

Rising with a small frown, Daphne decided to visit the glade once more before the festivities began. The girls would be getting up somewhat later in the morning. A short swim would be nice.

As she made the journey there, she idly wished she could apparate already. It certainly made travelling faster. Her parents had explained the basics to her but warned her not to try it until her official training at school.

She entered the glade and smiled at the pool. The tiny hilltop which fed the waterfall was inviting. Having seen Astoria make the dive yesterday, Daphne decided to give it a try, where no one could see her. She began to climb the side of the hill when her foot slipped, and in an effort to balance herself, she felt a sharp pain in her ankle as it twisted.

The jolt of pain caused an instantaneous reaction in her as she yearned to be back in the manor or the pool, instead of the sharp-looking stones on the ground where she was heading, and she felt herself being sucked into a small tube.

And just like that, she was suddenly high in the air, by a much much higher waterfall, fed from a much taller mountain, and falling rapidly towards the waters below. Daphne did the only thing she knew best while in a desperate fall, screaming for, "PIKAAAAAAAAAA...!"

Author's Endnote:

My next shout out goes to Petrificus Somewhatus, who wrote this amazing story, Daphne Greengrass and the Importance of Intent, which I read to get some inspiration for certain contents in my fanfic. Give it a read if you fancy. It's completed, and neatly done for smooth reading.

Please do leave a review, it helps me keep going. Also, I enjoyed writing this quite a lot, as I got plenty of inspiration before setting it up. I certainly hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Be safe and be blessed wherever you are. See you next chapter!