AN: Apologies but some of the language and writing is a bit awkward. There's going to be some mild sexual stuff in this story that I'd failed to mention in the first chapter, so please click away if you are uncomfortable. Nothing lemon level, but just thought I'd let you know.

About 7 o'clock the next morning, Nora finally opened her eyes and rolled out of bed, Arthur nowhere to be fine. Despite being somewhat disappointed that they couldn't have a morning make-out session, Nora shrugged it off and she got up and stretched, rubbing her eyes to wake up. Cursing to herself slightly for no being better prepared however, Nora had no choice but to pick up her jacket and jeans from last night to throw on, only snapping to reality once she was an offensive, pair of pink underwear, sporting Willow's name on the back.

Who the fuck is Willow? Nora thought to herself. Is this some kind of new brand? I don't wear pink underwear, and last time I checked, Arthur was an only child. What the hell?

Picking up the pair, she studied it closer. It was several sizes smaller than what she wore, and had ruffles on the edges, something that Nora had thought was too frilly and expensive for something that wouldn't be seen by anyone.

Grabbing her backpack from the corner of the room, Nora studied the room one last time for any extra clues, stuffing the underwear in her bag for the time being. She took a few whiffs around the room to find that a Cherry Blossom smell filled the room, unlike Nora's Cedarwood cologne, and the necklace of a gold locket hung underneath a stack of textbooks on Arthur's desk. Approaching the desk, Nora moved the textbooks out of the way to get a closer look at the locket, with the initials A and W engaved on the front of a heart-shaped charm. Struggling a bit with her thick thumbs, Nora opened the locket to reveal a picture of Arthur and a girl next to him with hazel nut skin, long, light pink hair, and eyes to match. The picture showed the two of them snuggling close with each other, posing as if they were a long-lost couple finally reunited.

The longer Nora stared at the picture, the more she felt like pounding Arthur across the head. It all made sense as to why it took Arthur a millennium just to answer her text. Grabbing her wand out of her jacket pocket, Nora teleported to the school with her mind buzzing full of ways to get revenge. Poison him? Turn Willow into a frog. The possibilities were endless, but first, she had to hunt them down. With 15 minutes left for breakfast before first period, Nora searched endlessly throughout the hallways hoping to find the couple smooching against the lockers, but so far, found nothing. However, as she searched the computer lab hall on the second floor, she hit her head on a locker than had opened right in front of her.

"Hey! Watch where you're opening that, dumbass! Don't you know who I am?", she shouted at the figure. The locker closed suddenly to reveal Linnie, who let out a small squeal and kneeled down towards Nora, worried hands lingering.

"Nora! Oh dear, I'm so sorry! I-I didn't see you there. I-I'm really sorry dear. Are you ok?", Linnie stuttered, his hands longing to feel Nora's forehead only to get swatted away.

"If I was, I wouldn't be lying on the floor, would I?", she snarked, picking herself back up, "Watch where you're going, next time. You know, I could've had a scar thanks to you."

"I-I know Nora. I'm really sorry.", Linnie said sadly, as he re-opened his locker and grabbed the needed textbooks, "I-I hope your day gets better. Again, I'm really sorry."

"Hang on Linnie, Real fast.", Nora stopped him, grabbing his shoulder, "Have you seen Arthur? From our AP Lit class? I need to talk to him."

"Oh goodness no. I've actually just got here myself not too long ago, b-but I'm sure he'll turn up in class."

"Ugh! Go figure."

"Are you alright Nora? You seem really tense.", Linnie asked, before a sudden thought came to his head, "Oh! Are you trying to ask him to prom in a few months? I-I could sit with you at lunch and help make a sign if you'd like."

"Oh Linnie. You're so naïve, it's hilarious.", Nora laughed, though she felt no humor in her situation, "I'd rather not throw my business out right now. I just needed you to tell me if you've seen Arthur. Not go on a snooping mission."

"Oh-um..of course. I'm really sorry. I-I um…I should probably get to class now.", Linnie said, clutching his books close to his chest and scurrying off in a rush, his black, square-pointed boots squeaking behind him. Grabbing the rest of her books out of the adjacent locker, Nora slammed the door as the crowds of students started to enclose each other, kids filing inside random rooms placed around the school. With her pre-calculus class located on the opposite side, Nora took this as a opportunity to search the sea of students for Arthur's navy blue cowlick, only for her short height to keep her tripping on her toes. Finally arriving at her first class, Nora decided to put her revenge plan on hold, despite fighting the urge to burn the school down with her wrath.

Around 1 o'clock that afternoon, Linnie happily threw his lunch away and made his way down one of the hallways in the back of the first floor, eager for his favorite class of the day. Making a quick pit stop to grab his literature textbook for the class after, Linnie made his way towards a door that looked like a child's dream; it was decorated with flowers and rainbow made out of construction paper and had the names of the babies and toddlers that the students help mentor all around it. Linnie smiled as he entered the brightly colored room, noticing Mr. Langston, a somewhat tall, brown-haired man with square-framed glasses much like Linnie's, motioning towards him. Behind him, a pink haired fairy hid behind him, shaking nervously.

"Linnie! Are you feeling any better. I'm really sorry about yesterday. I-uh-completely understand if you want to take it easy today. I could have Dina here join someone else's group today.", Mr. Langston explained nervously, though Linnie didn't lose his gentle smile. Kneeling down, Linnie held his arms out, hoping Dina would run out and hug him.

"Oh no, it's alright. I just love working with her. I look forward to it all day.", Linnie said softly, "Awww sweetheart. It's ok. I'm not upset. Come here, darling. Come on!"

Dina whined slightly, but eventually crawled out as Linnie's arms motioned for her to come here. Once she did, she snuggled into Linnie's chest as he wrapped his arms around her, picking her up as if she were his own baby.

"Well, I'll leave you to it then, Linnie. I'm going to go check on the other pairs.", Mr. Langston said, smiling as he began examining the room, taking note the different interaction between the students and children.

"Mmm sowwy..", Dina's baby voice cooed, making Linnie's heart melt as he held her tight, taking a seat in the rocking chair in the corner.

"Don't worry sweetie. It was just an accident. I'm ok.", Linnie said softy as he rocked her, his mind dozing off into his future, imagining how the rest of his life would unfold. Even though he wasn't seeing anyone yet, Linnie saw himself living in a nice cottage in the suburbs with a wife and several children alongside a new born baby. He imagined himself cooking a nice, hot meal as his wife placed her briefcase on the couch, kissing Linnie's cheek softly and greeting the children; the family ending the day with smiles and "I love yous". Linnie was in such a trance, it took him a minute to recognize Dina squirming around in his arm, whining slightly as her little arms reached towards the toy box.

"O-Oh! I'm sorry sweetie. Come on, why don't we play with some of the blocks together!", Linnie cheered softy as he let Dina crawl to the blocks, helping her gather them and stack them until the bell rang, He hugged Dina goodbye as he passed her to her next partner, grabbing his bad as he walked towards the literature classes two hallways down. As he got closer to his classroom however, Linnie frowned as he heard shouting coming from a deep, female voice, and a male voice with a somewhat British accent.

"ARTHUR, YOU MOTHERFUCKER. YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!"