The Potter Twins and the Goblet of Fire
Chapter 7: The Champions are Chosen
That night, as everyone slept….
CRASH!
Michael was the only one to wake up on hearing the crash of lightning!
He knew what this meant.
It was time for him to finish his transformation into an Animagus.
As it said in his book, once lightning appears, the person is to go to the place where they hid the crystal phial. If everything's done right, there would be a mouthful of a blood red potion in the phial.
Michael went to the closest where the phial was hidden under a sheet. He lifted a sheet to find the phial filled with blood red potion!
He had done it!
Now he was supposed to go somewhere where they won't alarm people and then place the wand tip against their heart and repeat the incantation before drinking the potion.
Michael grabbed the invisibility cloak and made his way to the abandoned girls bathroom before locking himself inside.
Luckily, Moaning Myrtle was off chasing Peeves for making fun of her.
Michael began the last steps of the process.
He placed the wand tip against his heart and said, "Amato Animo Animato Animagus", before he gulped down the potion!
That's when the shape of the creature Michael was supposed to transform into appeared in his mind.
An Arctic Fox!
Michael did as instructed and showed no fear, as his body began to change! Fur grew over his body as a tail and ears sprouted, his mouth turning into a muzzle!
Within a few minutes, Michael had transformed into a fox!
He spotted his wand on the ground, and carefully placed it on a nearby sink for him to grab.
The night was still ahead of him.
For the next two hours, Michael kept practicing, visualizing his transformation to and from a fox over and over again, going back and forth between a fox and a human, until the transformation finally felt natural.
As Michael turned into a human one final time, he grabbed his wand.
The process was complete!
Michael was now an Animagus! And before the tournament had even begun!
Michael took the invisibility cloak and quietly returned to his dorm, eager to get some sleep and share the whole thing with his friends, as well as Dumbledore….
….
The next day….
Harry and the others had gone down to the Great Hall to see if anyone had tried putting their names in yet.
Michael had Fleet on his shoulder, and planned to tell Harry and the others all about his transformation when they went to see Hagrid later.
Apparently, every single student from Durmstrang had put their name in.
As did all of the girls from Beauxbatons. Including the Veela girl Ron had gone gaga over. Michael and the others questioned where exactly they would be sleeping?
A handful from Hogwarts did, including a Slytherin named Warrington, Angelina Johnson from the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and much to the chagrin of Ron and Michael, Cedric Diggory.
Fred, George and a few other younger students had tried using aging potions, but it didn't fool the Goblet, and gave them big bushy white beards.
When it was all said and done, Harry and the others went to see Hagrid….
….
As they neared Hagrid's cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the mystery of the Beauxbatons' sleeping quarters was solved. The gigantic powder-blue carriage in which they had arrived had been parked two hundred yards from Hagrid's front door, and the students were climbing back inside it. The elephantine flying horses that had pulled the carriage were now grazing in a makeshift paddock alongside it.
Harry knocked on Hagrid's door, and Fang's booming barks answered instantly
Hagrid flung open the door and said, "'bout time. Thought you lot'd forgotten where I live!"
Hermione started to say, "we've been really busy, Hag-"
But then she stopped dead, looking up at Hagrid, apparently lost for words. As were the others.
Hagrid was wearing his best, (and very horrible), hairy brown suit, plus his ugly checkered yellow-and-orange tie. This wasn't the worst of it, though; he had evidently tried to tame his hair, using large quantities of what appeared to be axle grease.
Hermione, "erm- where are the Skrewts?"
Hagrid, "out by the pumpkin patch. They're gettin' massive, mus' be nearly three foot long now. On'y trouble is, they've started killin' each other."
Hermione, "oh no, really?"
Hermione shot a repressive look at Ron, who, staring at Hagrid's odd hairstyle, had just opened his mouth to say something about it.
Hagrid, "yeah. 'S' okay, though, I've got 'em in separate boxes now. Still got abou' twenty."
Ron, "well, that's lucky."
Hagrid missed the sarcasm.
They sat down at the table while Hagrid started to make tea, and were soon immersed in yet more discussion of the Triwizard Tournament. Hagrid seemed quite as excited about it as they were.
Hagrid, "you wait. You jus' wait. Yer going ter see some stuff yeh've never seen before. Firs' task…. Ah, but I'm not supposed ter say."
Michael, Harry, Ron, and Hermione urged him, "go on, Hagrid."
But Hagrid just shook his head, grinning.
Hagrid, "I don' want ter spoil it fer yeh. But it's gonna be spectacular, I'll tell yeh that. Them champions're going ter have their work cut out. Never thought I'd live ter see the Triwizard Tournament played again!"
They ended up having lunch with Hagrid, though they didn't eat much. Hagrid had made what he said was a beef casserole, but after Hermione unearthed a large talon in hers, she and the others lost their appetites. However, they enjoyed themselves trying to make Hagrid tell them what the tasks in the tournament were going to be, speculating which of the entrants were likely to be selected as champions, and wondering whether Fred and George were beardless yet.
Eventually, Michael brought up his completed training.
Harry was shocked and said, "so now you can turn into an animal, like Sirius? And our dad? And Professor McGonagall?"
Michael, "yep! Watch this!"
Michael stood on his chair, and after a few moments, transformed into an arctic fox! Everyone stood wide-eyed as Michael hopped onto the table, with Fleet following his master, somehow realizing the fox was Michael. Michael soon sat back on his chair and transformed back.
Ron, "wicked."
Michael, "yep. Now I've just gotta finish the paperwork with Dumbledore …."
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A light rain had started to fall by midafternoon; it was very cozy sitting by the fire, listening to the gentle patter of the drops on the window, watching Hagrid darning his socks and arguing with Hermione about house-elves, for he flatly refused to join S.P.E.W. when she showed him her badges, claiming mostly the same of what the others did. House-Elves liked working for people, and Dobby was pretty much the only one who wanted to be freed and paid for his services.
By half past five it was growing dark, and Ron, Michael, Harry, and Hermione decided it was time to get back up to the castle for the Halloween feast, and, more important, the announcement of the school champions. Hagrid came along with them.
Well, not them.
It turns out he had dressed like that for Madame Maxine as she and her students went off to the feast.
The teens could tell that Hagrid fancied her.
….
When they entered the candlelit Great Hall it was almost full.
The Goblet of Fire had been moved; it was now standing in front of Dumbledore's empty chair at the teachers' table. Fred and George, clean-shaven again, seemed to have taken their disappointment fairly well.
Fred, "hope it's Angelina."
Michael, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down.
Hermione, "so do I."
Michael, "well, we'll soon know!"
The Halloween feast seemed to take much longer than usual.
Perhaps because it was their second feast in two days. Like everyone else in the Hall, judging by the constantly craning necks, the impatient expressions on every face, the fidgeting, and the standing up to see whether Dumbledore had finished eating yet, they all simply wanted the plates to clear, and to hear who had been selected as champions.
Even Fleet seemed to be waiting as he sat in Michael's enchanted scarf.
At long last, the golden plates returned to their original spotless state; there was a sharp upswing in the level of noise within the Hall, which died away almost instantly as Dumbledore got to his feet. On either side of him, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime looked as tense and expectant as anyone. Ludo Bagman was beaming and winking at various students. Mr. Crouch, however, looked quite uninterested, almost bored.
Dumbledore, "well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision. I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber. Where they will be receiving their first instructions."
He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a state of semidarkness. The Goblet of Fire now shining more brightly than anything in the whole Hall, the sparkling bright, bluey-whiteness of the flames almost painful on the eyes. Everyone watched, waiting…. A few people kept checking their watches….
The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly red again. Sparks began to fly from it. The next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it, and the whole room gasped.
Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue-white.
Dumbledore, "the champion for Durmstrang, will be Viktor Krum."
"No surprises there", yelled Ron as a storm of applause and cheering swept the Hall. Harry saw Viktor Krum rise from the
Slytherin table and slouch up toward Dumbledore; he turned right, walked along the staff table, and disappeared through the door into the next chamber.
Karkaroff, "bravo, Viktor! Knew you had it in you!"
The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone's attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it.
Dumbledore, "the champion for Beauxbatons, is Fleur Delacour!"
Harry, "it's her, Ron!"
The girl who so resembled a veela got gracefully to her feet, shook back her sheet of silvery blonde hair, and swept up between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.
Hermione, "oh look, they're all disappointed."
"Disappointed" was a bit of an understatement, Harry and Michael thought. Two of the girls who had not been selected had dissolved into tears and were sobbing with their heads on their arms.
When Fleur Delacour too had vanished into the side chamber, silence fell again, but this time it was a silence so stiff with excitement you could almost taste it. The Hogwarts champion next….
And the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment.
"The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory!"
Ron loudly said, "NO", but nobody heard him except Harry and Michael, (still feeling a little jealous), the uproar from the next table was too great. Every single Hufflepuff had jumped to his or her feet, screaming and stamping, as Cedric made his way past them, grinning broadly, and headed off toward the chamber behind the teachers' table. Indeed, the applause for Cedric went on so long that it was some time before Dumbledore could make himself heard again.
Dumbledore, "excellent! Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real-"
But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him.
The fire in the goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment! A rather big one!
Dumbledore seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out….
"Harry and Michael Potter?"
Michael and Harry sat there, aware that every head in the Great Hall had turned to look at them. They were stunned. They felt numb. They were surely dreaming. They had not heard correctly. There was no applause. A buzzing, as though of angry bees, was starting to fill the hall; some students were standing up to get a better look at the twins as they sat, frozen, in their seats.
Up at the top table, McGonagall had got to her feet and swept past Bagman and Karkaroff to whisper urgently to Dumbledore, who bent his ear toward her, frowning slightly. The brothers turned to Ron and Hermione; beyond them, they saw the long Gryffindor table all watching them, openmouthed.
Harry, "I didn't put my name in. You know I didn't."
Michael, "yeah! We've been with you guys all day!"
Both of them stared just as blankly back.
At the top table, Professor Dumbledore had straightened up, nodding to McGonagall.
Dumbledore, "Harry and Michael Potter! Boys! Up here, if you please!"
Hermione, "go on."
The twins got to their feet and stumbled slightly. They set off through the gap between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. It felt like an immensely long walk; the top table didn't seem to be getting any nearer at all, and they could feel hundreds and hundreds of eyes upon them, as though each were a searchlight.
Michael feared one of those pairs of eyes were Cho's.
The buzzing grew louder and louder. After what seemed like an hour, they were right in front of Dumbledore, feeling the stares of all the teachers upon them.
Dumbledore, "well…. Through the door, boys."
He wasn't smiling. Michael felt ashamed, even though he hadn't done anything.
He and Harry moved off along the teachers' table. Hagrid was seated right at the end. He did not wink at them, or wave, or give any of his usual signs of greeting. He looked completely astonished and stared at them as they passed like everyone else.
That seemed to hurt the most. When even Hagrid didn't offer a kind gesture.
The twins went through the door out of the Great Hall and found themselves in a smaller room, lined with paintings of witches and wizards. A fire was roaring in the fireplace opposite them.
The faces in the portraits turned to look at them as they entered.
Krum, Cedric, and Fleur were grouped around the fire. They looked strangely impressive, silhouetted against the flames. Krum, hunched-up and brooding, was leaning against the mantelpiece, slightly apart from the other two. Cedric was standing with his hands behind his back, staring into the fire.
Fleur Delacour looked around when the twins walked in and threw back her sheet of long, silvery hair.
Fleur, "what is it? Do zey want us back in ze Hall?"
She thought they had come to deliver a message. Neither twin knew how to explain what had happened. They just stood there, looking at the three champions. It struck them how very tall all of them were.
There was a sound of scurrying feet behind him, and Bagman entered the room. He took both twins by the arm and led them forward.
Bagman, "extraordinary! Absolutely extraordinary! Gentlemen…. And lady, may I introduce, incredible though it may seem, the fourth and fifth Triwizard champions?"
Krum straightened up. His surly face darkened as he surveyed the twins. Cedric looked nonplussed. He looked from Bagman to Harry and Michael and back again as though sure he must have misheard what Bagman had said.
Fleur, however, tossed her hair, smiling, and said, "oh, vairy funny joke, Meester Bagman."
Bagman, "joke? No, no, not at all! Both their names just came out of the Goblet of Fire! On a single sheet of paper!"
Krum's thick eyebrows contracted slightly. Cedric was still looking politely bewildered.
Fleur, "but evidently zair 'as been a mistake. Zey cannot compete. Zey are too young."
Bagnan, "well…. It is amazing. But, as you know, the age restriction was only imposed this year as an extra safety measure. And as their name's came out of the goblet…. I mean, I don't think there can be any ducking out at this stage…. It's down in the rules, you're obliged…. Harry and Michael will just have to do the best they-"
The door behind them opened again, and a large group of people came in: Dumbledore, followed closely by Mr. Crouch, Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, McGonagall, and Snape. The brothers heard the buzzing of the hundreds of students on the other side of the wall, before McGonagall closed the door.
Fleur, "Madame Maxime! Zey are saying zat zese little boys are to compete also!"
Somewhere under their numb disbelief, the twins felt a ripple of anger. Little boys?
Michael kept himself from yelling at Fleur, even though he really wanted to.
Madame Maxime had drawn herself up to her full, and considerable, height. The top of her head brushed the candle-filled chandelier, and her gigantic black-satin bosom swelled. She growled, "what is ze meaning of zis, Dumbly-dorr?"
Karkaroff, "I'd rather like to know that myself, Dumbledore. Three Hogwarts champions? I don't remember anyone telling me the host school is allowed three champions, or have I not read the rules carefully enough?"
He gave a short and nasty laugh.
Madame Maxime, "c'est impossible. 'Ogwarts cannot 'ave three champions. It is most injust."
Karkaroff, "we were under the impression that your Age Line would keep out younger contestants, Dumbledore. Otherwise, we would, of course, have brought along a wider selection of candidates from our own schools."
Snape, "I think it highly unlikely that either of the Potters could have accomplished this. Even when regarding their pension for breaking rules. Don't go blaming Dumbledore for their determination to cross lines…."
Harry and Michael are shocked to hear Snape defending them, even in a condescending manner.
Dumbledore, "thank you, Severus."
Dumbledore was now looking down at Michael and Harry, who looked right back at him, trying to discern the expression of the eyes behind the half-moon spectacles.
He asked calmly, "did you put your names into the Goblet of Fire, boys?"
Harry, "no."
Michael, "we swear we didn't."
They were very aware of everybody watching them closely. Snape made a soft noise of impatientience in the shadows.
Dumbledore, "did you ask an older student to put it into the Goblet of Fire for you?"
Harry, "no."
Michael, "we've been with Hagrid, Hermione and Ron all day!"
Madame Maxime, "ah, but of course zey are lying!"
Michael yelled, "we're not lying!"
Everyone looked at Michael, surprised by his outburst.
Michael steeled his nerves and said, "I was busy with finishing my Animagus transformation during the night. And all day, I was with Harry and our friends. Please, you have to believe us!"
Snape gave an unreadable look.
McGonagall, "I am inclined to agree with young Michael. He and Harry could not have crossed the Age Line. I am sure we are all agreed on that-"
Madame Maxime, "Dumbly-dorr must 'ave made a mistake wiz ze line."
Dumbledore, "it is possible, of course."
McGonagall, "Dumbledore, you know perfectly well you did not make a mistake! Really, what nonsense! Harry and Michael could not have crossed the line himself, and as Professor Dumbledore believes that they did not persuade an older student to do it for them, I'm sure that should be good enough for everybody else!"
She shot a very angry look at Snape.
Karkaroff, "Mr. Crouch…. Mr. Bagman. You are our, er, objective judges. Surely you will agree that this is most irregular?"
Mr. Crouch, "we must follow the rules, and the rules state clearly that those people whose names come out of the Goblet of Fire are bound to compete in the tournament."
Bagman, "well, Barty knows the rule book back to front."
Karkaroff, "I insist upon resubmitting the names of the rest of my students. You will set up the Goblet of Fire once more, and we will continue adding names until each school has thee champions. It's only fair, Dumbledore."
Bagman, "but Karkaroff, it doesn't work like that. The Goblet of Fire's just gone out, and it won't reignite until the start of the next tournament-"
Karkaroff, "-in which Durmstrang will most certainly not be competing! After all our meetings and negotiations and compromises, I little expected something of this nature to occur! I have half a mind to leave now!"
"Empty threat, Karkaroff... you can't leave your champion now. He's got to compete. They've all got to compete. Binding magical contract, like Dumbledore said. Convenient, eh?"
Moody had just entered the room. He limped toward the fire.
Karkaroff, "convenient? I'm afraid I don't understand you, Moody."
The twins could tell he was trying to sound disdainful, but his hands had balled themselves into fists.
Moody, "don't you? It's very simple, Karkaroff. Someone put both their names in that goblet on one parchment, knowing they'd both have to compete if it came out."
Madame Maxime, "evidently, someone 'oo wished to give 'Ogwarts three bites at ze apple!"
Karkaroff, "I quite agree, Madame Maxime. I shall be lodging complaints with the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards-"
Moody, "if anyone's got reason to complain, it's the Potters. But…. Funny thing…. I don't hear them saying a word, aside from defending themselves against your accusations."
Fleur, "why should zey complain? Zey 'ave ze chance to compete, 'asn't zey? We 'ave all been 'oping to be chosen for weeks and weeks! Ze honor for our schools! A thousand Galleons in prize money, zis is a chance many would die for!"
Michael, "why would we need that money, when Harry and I already have a ton?!"
Moody, "I agree with Michael. And besides, maybe someone's hoping the Potters are going to die for it."
An extremely tense silence followed these words. Ludo Bagman, who was looking very anxious indeed, bounced nervously up and down on his feet and said, "Moody, old man…. What a thing to say!"
Karkaroff, "we all know Professor Moody considers the morning wasted if he hasn't discovered six plots to murder him before lunchtime. Apparently he is now teaching his students to fear assassination too. An odd quality in a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Dumbledore, but no doubt you had your reasons."
Moody, "imagining things, am I? Seeing things, eh? It was a skilled witch or wizard who put the boys' names in that goblet…."
Madame Maxime, "ah, what evidence is zere of zat?"
Moody, "because they hoodwinked a very powerful magical object! It would have needed an exceptionally strong Confundus Charm to bamboozle that goblet into forgetting that only three schools compete in the tournament…. I'm guessing they submitted Potter's name under a fourth school, to make sure they were the only ones in their category…. And with both their names on one parchment, both were chosen."
Karkaroff, "you seem to have given this a great deal of thought, Moody. And a very ingenious theory it is, though of course, I heard you recently got it into your head that one of your birthday presents contained a cunningly disguised basilisk egg, and smashed it to pieces before realizing it was a carriage clock. So you'll understand if we don't take you entirely seriously…."
Moody, "there are those who'll turn innocent occasions to their advantage. It's my job to think the way Dark wizards do, Karkaroff, as you ought to remember…."
Dumbledore, "Alastor!"
Harry and Michael finally knew Mad Eye's real name.
Moody fell silent, though still surveying Karkaroff with satisfaction. Karkaroff's face was burning.
Dumbledore, "how this situation arose, we do not know. It seems to me, however, that we have no choice but to accept it. Cedric, Michael and Harry have been chosen to compete in the Tournament. This, therefore, they will do…."
Madame Maxime, "ah, but Dumbly-dorr-"
Dumbledore, "my dear Madame Maxime, if you have an alternative, I would be delighted to hear it."
Dumbledore waited, but Madame Maxime did not speak, she merely glared. She wasn't the only one either. Snape looked furious; Karkaroff livid; Bagman, however, looked rather excited.
Bagman, "well, shall we crack on, then? Got to give our champions their instructions, haven't we? Barty, want to do the honors?"
Mr. Crouch, "yes. Instructions. Yes…. The first task…. The first task is designed to test your daring. So we are not going to be telling you what it is. Courage in the face of the unknown is an important quality in a wizard…. Very important…. The first task will take place on November the twenty-fourth, in front of the other students and the panel of judges. The champions are not permitted to ask for or accept help of any kind from their teachers to complete the tasks in the tournament. The champions will face the first challenge armed only with their wands. They will receive information about the second task when the first is over. Owing to the demanding and time-consuming nature of the tournament, the champions are exempted from end-of-year tests."
The ONLY good thing Michael and Harry could think of about the situation.
Mr. Crouch, "I think that's all, is it, Albus?"
Dumbledore, "I think so. Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay at Hogwarts tonight, Barty?"
Mr. Crouch, "no, Dumbledore, I must get back to the Ministry. It is a very busy, very difficult time at the moment…. I've left young Weatherby in charge…. Very enthusiastic…. A little overenthusiastic, if truth be told…."
Michael yelled, "his name is Percy Weasley!"
Again, everyone was shocked by Michael's outburst. But he wanted Percy to be given credit for his work.
Dumbeldore diffused the situation and said, "you'll come and have a drink before you go, at least?"
Bagman, "come on, Barty, I'm staying! It's all happening at Hogwarts now, you know, much more exciting here than at the office!"
Mr. Crouch, "I think not, Ludo."
Dumbledore, "Professor Karkaroff? Madame Maxime? A nightcap?"
But Madame Maxime had already put her arm around Fleur's shoulders and was leading her swiftly out of the room. Harry and Michael could hear them both talking very fast in French as they went off into the Great Hall. Karkaroff beckoned to Krum, and they, too, exited, though in silence.
Dumbledore, "Harry, Michael, Cedric, I suggest you go up to bed. I am sure Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are waiting to celebrate with you, and it would be a shame to deprive them of this excellent excuse to make a great deal of mess and noise. "
Michael and Harry glanced at Cedric, who nodded, and they began to leave together.
Before they did, Dumbledore said, "oh, and Michael, Hagrid told me about your Animagus training being complete. I'll fill out the paperwork as soon as I can."
Michael smiled and said, "thank you, sir…."
He and the others left.
The Great Hall was deserted now; the candles had burned low, giving the jagged smiles of the pumpkins an eerie, flickering quality.
Cedric, "so…. We're playing against each other again..."
Harry, "I s'pose."
He really couldn't think of anything to say. The inside of his head seemed to be in complete disarray, as though his brain had been ransacked.
Michael tried to lighten the mood and said, "well, at least this'll be quite the story to tell others…."
Cedric, "hey, right…. So…. Tell me…."
They reached the entrance hall, which was now lit only by torches in the absence of the Goblet of Fire.
Cedric, "how did you get your names in?"
Harry, "we didn't. We didn't put them in."
Michael, "yeah. We were telling the truth."
Cedric, "ah…. Okay. Well…. See you, then."
Cedric walked off to his dorm as Harry and Michael made it back to theirs.
Upon entering, they found the entirety of the Gryffindor common room filled with cheering students.
Everyone was asking questions a mile a minute, even as Harry and Michael kept trying to shake them off and explaining that they didn't put their names into the Goblet. Nobody seemed to listen though as they kept offering food.
Michael had decided enough was enough and transformed into his fox form before scurrying up the stairs with Harry in tow.
They found Ron already in bed, but he refused to talk to them, even when they tried to explain that they didn't put their names in. He refused to believe them.
Harry and Michael went to sleep soon after, both feeling hollow and empty over the whole thing….
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Reviews:
Canadude2029: yep. The plot thickens! Hope you enjoy it.
Comic Rocker: it was a request from my co-writer of this story, and I thought it was an interesting character trait.
Bailey Radcliff: well, I'm glad you're enjoying this story so much.
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