A/N: some cannon events from my previous fic, The Buried Vault, are mentioned here. It's not necessary to read, but if you're curious, feel free to find your way over to that fic before /after this story!

With that said, I hope you enjoy!


Year 6: The House Party

The silence of the Burrow was interrupted with soft-spoken whispers and quiet giggles, a mixture of nerves and excitement reverberated amongst the group of friends at the very thought of what they were doing. It was crazy, mischievous, a little wrong - all feelings they had grown accustomed to the last 6 years at Hogwarts. But this time, it had nothing to do with a Cursed Vault or some dark evil organization. It had to do with a party.

Arah recalled the conversation Charlie had with her a few days prior. The excitement of the new school year still fresh in the air as friends chattered loudly, catching up with one another after the long summer holiday. Mr. Weasley had been called for an emergency trip involving a cursed toaster wreaking havoc across Paris. Just about every Priest in the area had tried to perform an exorcist on the thing, leaving them with singed eyebrows and a wounded faith. Arthur had no choice, yet Molly seemed thrilled at the idea of tagging along for a 'tour de France'. Molly and Arthur had decided to take the "littles", leaving the Burrow completely empty for the weekend.

"Before us, we have a golden opportunity most kids only dream about; An empty house with no parents." Charlie ogled, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I don't know, Charlie..." Arah gnawed on her fingers nervously, a habit she really ought to quit as she had no nails left to chew.

Admittedly, Arah had been hesitant at first, only because she had personally witnessed what happens when one gets on the wrong side of Molly Weasley (her howlers were quite scary). But the Gryffindor in her pled to reconsider. Their friends had gone through enough trauma, would it be so bad to kick back, relax, and have a night to just be... teenagers? Wasn't this the kind of thing friends typically did at their age? They deserved the fun, especially after last year's Buried Vault catastrophe leaving them wounded in more ways than one. A party would be the perfect antidote to kick off this school year the right way.

"Think about it, we can have one last summer celebration! What Mum and Dad don't know won't hurt them." Charlie reasoned.

Jae clapped him on the shoulder, "Mate, this might be the best idea you've ever had."

"See! Come on, Arah, please?" Charlie wagged his eyebrows, practically begging.

"Alright," She grinned, her stomach fluttered with excitement. "I'm in."

Before they knew it, word had gotten around like fiendfyre. Andre was 'so in', Penny wouldn't miss it for the world, Tulip and Tonks practically whooped with excitement. Barnaby was eager at the idea, although he made a point to ask Arah if she would be there too before committing (Arah tried not to think too much into this). Ben agreed hastily, Liz had also agreed to come, and even Chiara had seemed excited at the chance to unwind. Merula and Ismelda stubbornly declined, claiming they were 'too cool' to hang out with the lot of them (although, Arah could have sworn she'd seen a hint of regret in their eyes). Badea and Talbott had graciously passed on the invite. Arah was bummed, but no one was truly shocked as they both tend to be the more introverted of the bunch.

What shocked Arah the most was Rowan Khanna; rule-following, law-abiding, future head girl, Hogwarts protégé, and her very best friend, had agreed to come. At first, she was quite certain Rowan would refuse, but the mere mention of Bill Weasley attending had Rowan practically packing her bags on the spot.

So here they were, nervously giggling as Charlie and Bill forced everyone to take their shoes off at the door so as not to leave a single spec of dirt on the floor.

The ticking of the enchanted clock echoed loudly as Bill glanced nervously at the strange family heirloom for the hundredth time, confirming the coast was clear. The hands of the clock were odd, a set of 9 tarnished spoons, each with an image of a Weasley family member. The photo of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley pointed to sloppy letters labeled "Away".

"Mum is going to send us to Azkaban if she finds out about this." Bill muttered.

"Relax, Bill, she won't. Trust me!" Charlie said confidently. "Don't be such a wet mop."

Bill looked at him, rightfully offended. "Me? A wet mop? I'm not a wet mop!" he scoffed.

Once everyone had trickled into the cramped, yet cozy, room, Charlie stood on an old rickety chair that looked practically ancient. Whispers died down as he feigned a loud cough, gathering everyone's attention.

"Alright, you lot, welcome to the best night of your lives." He waved his hands dramatically as Tulip, Jae, and Tonks let out a cheer. Bill rolled his eyes at his brother's theatrics. "Before we get started, a few house rules if you will." Charlie cleared his throat, opening a scroll large enough to reach his knees. He droned on for several minutes listing all the house rules, some of which included 'No drinking over the rugs, no drinking on the sofas, no going up to the attic- unless you wish to meet the family ghoul, no cursing at the gnomes, no touching any of Arthur's Muggle Artifacts, and absolutely no shagging.'

Rowan about choked on that last rule as Arah patted her back forcefully, holding back a grin.

"That should be it!" Charlie grinned cheerfully, rolling up the scroll. "Any questions?"

Barnaby leaned close to her, "You think it's a crime to breathe?" he whispered in her ear as she stifled a laugh.

"As I said, those are house rules... which is why we will be taking this party outside." Charlie winked as everyone sighed with relief. "Jae- I believe you brought some refreshments you wish to share with the class?" he beckoned Jae over as if he were Professor Flitwick asking for a brief demonstration of the Disillusionment Charm.

"Thank you for the introduction, Mr. Weasley" Jae stood up, bowing formally to the group as an echo of snickers filled the room. "As you know, I'm in the business of, well - let's call it an aspiring networker if you will. It is my greatest pleasure to present you with..."

As if on queue, Charlie lugged in a giant barrel, the mysterious liquid sloshing as the mouths of several dropped agape.

"Fire Whiskey."

"You cheeky bastard." Tulip grinned mischievously.

"Oh, but that's not all." Charlie recited, the two Gryffindor boys really making a show of it. Arah couldn't help but picture the two of them practicing delivering these lines in the late hours of their common room. Just the thought made her smirk to herself.

Jae reached into his hoody, pulling out an array of different colored candies. "Trippy Taffy Treats."

Now this got a few gasps out of the room.

"How did you even get your hands on this?" Andre could hardly contain the excitement on his face.

"Oh, you know. I know a guy who knows a guy who owed me a favor - the usual." Jae brushed it off as if it were no big deal- but the corner of his lips lifted ever so slightly.

"So... shall we get started?" Charlie beamed.

They all traveled to the Orchard out back to see a bonfire already lighting up the night with an enchanted tent pitched out back. They each sat around the fire, caught up in the excitement of the night as they sipped from their fire whiskeys - catching up with one another.

Chiara, being the most responsible of the group, had gracefully volunteered to not partake in any of the festivities. Jae scoffed at the idea.

"Don't you think there should be at least one lucid person tonight in case anything goes wrong?" Chiara challenged him.

"Oh Chiara, you selfless wonderful witch, you." Jae hung an arm loosely around her shoulder as her pale cheeks flushed in the fire's glow. "If there is anyone who needs to let loose every once in a while, it's you." Jae tapped a finger playfully on her nose. "Besides, I'm way ahead of you. Charlie and I already discussed that I will be sitting this lovely trip out to babysit you kids."

Chiara blinked, surprised by this confession. "Wow, Jae, that's rather responsible of you."

"I'll choose not to take offense to that shocked look of yours." He laughed heartily. "Seriously. Enjoy yourself, Lobosca." He smiled warmly, handing her a Fire Whiskey that she gladly accepted.

Dusk had set in as stars began to shyly peek through the blanket of purple sky. The group was in stitches as Tonks began to play Charades, making a near-perfect impression of Professor Binns as she droned on about the history of the "magical-powered loo". They laughed breathlessly, each of them calling out other people to imitate; Tonks being Tonks was more than happy to oblige. At some point, she had disappeared into the woods and returned looking like Molly Weasley, lecturing Charlie for throwing such a "hell-of-a party" - making him go nearly white. Arah's side hurt from laughing so much.

Arah's head had begun to feel light and airy, polishing off the fire whiskey in her hands. Jae went around the group, handing out the Trippy Taffy, placing a purple wrapper in her hands, and then handing Rowan a yellow one.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Jae said, mostly to Rowan. But Rowan had a new-found confidence after drinking her Fire Whiskey. She turned her chin up stubbornly, pushing her glasses up her nose as she popped the whole thing in her mouth and began to chew.

"Wow Khanna, I'm impressed." Jae's eyebrows shot up with surprise. "Most people only eat half their first time."

Rowan's eyes went big as she gulped the treat down. "Half? Wh-what do you mean only half?"

Arah covered her mouth to stop the giggles that spilled out of her. Jae grinned devilishly and shrugged. "I guess we'll find out." He let out a snicker.

Rowan turned to Arah, her brown eyes magnified behind her glasses in alarm. More laughter bubbled, warm and fizzing through her body, "What have you done, Rowan Khanna?"

"Oh Merlin... How long do you think it will take before I feel it?"

"I don't know, I've never done it!" Arah wiped a tear from her eyes, "But I promise you, you won't go it alone." Arah unwrapped the candy and bit off a decent chunk, the sweet sticky taffy getting stuck in her teeth as she chewed.

The moon rose higher in the sky as Arah felt the buzz of the Fire Whiskey and Trippy Taffy take effect. The fire seemed to glow with a thousand burning colors at once, transfixing the world in a beautiful iridescent glow. The crickets and frogs created a symphony of celestial music that echoed through the night, the sound of the pond wrapping her in a peace she hadn't felt in a long time. She felt light- as if she could float away. No worries that gnawed her insides, nothing to stress about, no curses to worry her. It was bliss. Arah went to loop her arm in Rowan's, yet found that her friend was no longer next to her. Liz Tuttle seemed to have taken her place.

"Oh, hi Liz! Where's Rowan?" Arah lazily scanned the night for her friend.

"Where do you think?" Liz arched a challenging brow.

"Bill."

Liz chortled, "Following him like a lost crup puppy."

Turns out, Rowan had found a cozy spot next to Bill, giggling uncontrollably as he shared stories of his recent experiences as a Curse Breaker in Gringotts- clinging to every word he said.

"She's absolutely mad for him." Arah shook her head, smiling to herself. Bill would have to be as dumb as a troll to not see how much Rowan fancied him. Bill didn't seem to mind, if anything, he seemed to relish in it. Not in an arrogant way, but in a way that made Arah wonder if he ever entertained such feelings too. Rowan was as awkward as she was brilliant and funny. It's why she was her best friend.

Rowan spotted Arah across the fire and waved goofily.

Arah flashed her teeth, waving back. You okay? she mouthed silently.

Rowan nodded enthusiastically, giving a cheesy thumbs-up before turning right back to Bill, completely infatuated in their conversation.

Nothing out of the norm at all, Arah thought to herself, grinning.

Suddenly, Ben tore off his shirt and started frolicking for the pond like a maniac. "Last one in is a rotten Doxy egg!" he taunted, before jumping in. The group of friends looked at him in shock, still not used to this "new" Ben - his overzealous confidence and bravery he had gained from the last Buried Vault had transformed him entirely.

Ben wasn't the only one who had been transformed that night in the cursed vault. Arah's burn had finally fully healed after a summer of hiding the ugly mark. The wound left her with a discolored dimpled scar that stretched over her shoulder and crept up the side of her neck. It had been difficult to feel comfortable in this now tainted skin. Yet, Arah found herself carefree, forgetting about it entirely tonight.

Before she knew it, half the group was racing toward the water, giggling and peeling off outer layers of clothing and lunging into the water's murky depths, wading in shorts and undershirts. Arah stood to join them, peeling off her own jumper, forgetting all about the ugly scar she had tried so hard to hide.

Barnaby jumped in, doing a giant cannonball in the water, causing a tidal wave to crash over the nearest victims, which triggered a full-blown battle. There was splashing, dunking, clinging, and so very much water. Penny sputtered out between laughter and bouts of water that she "did NOT want her hair to get wet". Of course, this only caused her to become the primary target.

They laughed, gasping for air, and completely water-logged. Charlie spoke up first, calling for a truce. "I think it's time for a little friendly competition."

"What do you have in mind?" Jae called out from the side of the pond, dry and sitting next to Chiara as she smiled, watching from afar. Rowan, Liz, and Bill joined them on the sidelines.

"As you know, we have two new Seekers in our group." This got a wave of cheers from her friends as Arah got a few claps on her back- hoping they couldn't see her cheeks flush with all their praise. Arah's golden eyes met Andre as he beamed at her, the pride evident on his face as he reached out and gave her a high five.

"Whoever can hover over the water and balance on your broom the longest, wins."

"Fair enough," Andre said smugly.

"BUT, you have to drink first. AND whoever's victory will prophecy who gets to take home the house cup this year." Charlie instructed as the group all voiced their support for this decision.

"You're on!" Arah grinned. All her flying practice with Orion would surely pay off...yet, she never tried to balance on a broom in this state of mind. This was going to be interesting.

Bill approached the two, handing them each an old broom and a goblet of fire whiskey.

"Cheers, Cursebreaker." Andre clinked the drink with hers as they both downed the fiery liquid, the drink burning her throat as it traveled to her stomach, heating her comfortably.

"Now players, I want a nice clean game." Bill gave his best Madam Hooch impression as Arah tried to keep her face serious, failing miserably. "Shake on it."

Arah smirked at Andre as they grasped hands and shook like professionals.

"GO ARAH!" Rowan bellowed loudly in the night. Arah shook her head, chuckling softly to herself at her very inebriated best friend and supposedly biggest fan.

Arah mounted the dusty broom and hovered over the pond, Andre followed suit as they both got into position. Charlie signaled the start of the contest as Arah stood on the broom, trying her damndest to get her bearings. The friends roared in support as each of them teetered on their broomsticks. Arah giggled breathlessly, her vision blurred and dizzy, the sky spinning as if there were thousands of shooting stars in the sky. She glanced at Andre who seemed to be struggling just as much as she.

Andre reached over and tried to push her playfully as Arah did the same, each of them a puddle of laughter as they wobbled violently. This must be what a drunk one-legged plimpy would feel like, she thought to herself. The visual alone was enough to wrack her with laughter, causing her to tumble off the broom, splashing in the cold water.

Andre pumped his fists in the air in celebration, "Ravenclaw takes the house cup!" he roared as he flipped into the water like the show off he was. Tulip jumped on his back, whooping in victory as they drunkenly chanted their Ravenclaw song.

"Good game, Egwu" Arah sputtered, giving him a high five as he continued to sing the Ravenclaw chant incredibly off-key. Arah's legs felt sluggish as she swam for the shore, their song growing faint as she pulled herself to the grass. Collapsing on her back, she looked up in the night, head pleasantly swimming.

The stars twinkled above her, so vivid and bright- the sky so vast and clear that she could get lost in its infinite endless abyss of peace. It was dizzying. She lifted a hand up to the sky in a silly attempt to grab one of the glowing orbs that floated above her. A small laugh burbled as she pictured how ridiculous she must look trying to capture the sky in her hands.

She was interrupted by Barnaby leaning over her, shaking his hair as a hundred cold droplets peppered her skin, each drop cold and refreshing in the humid summer night. She gasped as she shielded herself from the spray.

"You absolute knob." She shrieked as he towered over her, grinning mischievously. His shirt clung to his damp skin, revealing shapes of taught muscle- he seemed to have toned up over the summer.

"I haven't been called a knob since like... second year." Barnaby smirked, tossing a towel to her as she sat up and caught it, wrapping herself in a comfortable cocoon.

"I'd hex you if there weren't three of you."

"Too much whiskey?" Barnaby lifted a thick eyebrow, taking a seat next to her, the heat from his skin radiating as she felt his satisfying warmth reverberating out from him all the way to her bones.

"Remind me to never do this again." Arah slurred happily, collapsing back to lie on the grass - staring up at the sky again.

"If we remember this night come tomorrow, I'll be sure to remind you." Barnaby chuckled. Arah's lips curled, she sure hoped he was wrong. "How was your summer?" he asked, changing the subject.

Arah sighed lightly, as she thought of how strange the summer holiday was. "Weird, but good weird. Jacob's settling back in at home - don't get me wrong, it's incredible having him back, but Merlin the bloke doesn't know how to sit still! Too busy 'making up for lost time' and all. I could hardly keep up with him!"

Barnaby let out a gravely laugh, his eyes gazing over her. "I can't say I blame him!"

Arah's smile fell ever so slightly, "Mum's been much more present too. It's strange- the house used to be so... quiet. It's like Jacob's breathed new life into it - and my Mum..." Arah pondered this in silence for a moment as Barnaby sat with her, giving her space to process all the complicated feelings that came with home. "Anyways, how about you?" She perked up, pulling her knees to her chest.

"Oh, you know. Just another summer holiday with my Grandmum." Barnaby shrugged casually. "The old woman lurks. Everywhere. Dark corners, hallways, bedrooms, you name it. There is no room or shadow safe from her... lurkyness." His face twisted perturbed, "I mean, what does a bloke have to do to get a proper wash in peace without worrying his Grandmum will pop out of the corner like a dementor."

The mental image of Barnaby shielding his modesty from a dementor was equal parts shocking as it was ridiculous. Arah couldn't help but burst out in laughter at such a ludicrous notion. A loud snort erupted from her as Barnaby looked at her stunned.

"What the hell was that?" he said, a dumbfounded grin plastered on his face.

Arah quaked, stuck in a fit of giggles, caught in her own endless loop of snorting laughter as she collapsed to the ground, holding her stomach, gasping for breath, tears slipping down her cheeks. Barnaby joined her, chuckling along with her as she blissfully smacked his arm silly.

"Glad my discomfort can bring you joy." He smiled down at her, his damp hair hanging over his green eyes.

"I've missed you," Arah sighed lazily as her laughter subsided. She closed her eyes, combing her fingers through the blades of grass as they tickled her skin.

Barnaby's gaze swam over her, taking her in. Her sunkissed skin, the freckles that gathered on her nose, her damp silver hair sprawled wildly around her like a crown, the way her cheeks were drunkenly flushed. "Me too." his voice was thick, carrying a sudden edge that wasn't there before. "Your letters helped, you know."

Arah looked up at him, her face softened as she propped herself up once more. She knew more than most the struggle his home life could bring. "I'm glad," she said gently, as he stared deeply into her golden eyes- a hint of sadness in his own.

"Your hair's longer." He spoke softly, the tone of his voice much more sober compared to just a few moments ago. He reached his hand up and lightly touched the end of her damp silver hair as her breath caught in her throat, sending a tingle down her spine.

His green eyes slid up her legs, his gaze faltering at the scar that stretched across her shoulder. Arah went stiff, suddenly feeling very clearheaded as the insecurity crashed over her. She discreetly fixed the towel around her shoulders again, cheeks flushed and hot with shame.

"Why do you do that?" his eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

"Do what?" she feigned innocence, cursing herself for reacting the way she did.

"Hide your scar like that."

"I... I don't know." Arah shrugged casually, nervously tucking her silver hair behind her ear. "It's ugly," she confessed, trying not to show how much it had affected her.

Barnaby let out a shallow laugh, lacking any humor as he shook his head in disagreement. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it, seeming on the edge of saying something before deciding to stop himself.

"What?"

He turned to her abruptly, his green eyes piercing. "Your beautiful, you know that?"

Arah blinked, stunned by his intimate words as he held her gaze.

"There is not one thing that can be 'ugly' about you, Arah Annon. You are... the most beautiful witch I've ever seen."

She tore away from him, brushing off his compliment. "And you're drunk." she forced a hollow laugh that died in her throat.

"Maybe I am." Barnaby confessed, letting out a small chuckle, "But doesn't that just make me honest?"

Arah turned back to him, his eyes filled with longing. She allowed his words to melt into her, heating her more than the fire whiskey ever did. Her eyes dropped to his lips, and just the thought of closing the space between them intoxicated her, making her head reel. How she ached to brush his lips against hers.

That was when she noticed his eyes fixated on her lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own. Her heart hammered in her chest, cheeks going flush, her stomach blossoming with warmth.

"Hey, Barns!" Jae called out, interrupting this brief moment of intensity, "Ben and I are going to take a leak on the fire! Want to join?"

Barnaby let out a sigh, the ghost of a chuckle on his lips. He stood up, patting the dirt off his clothes, the comfortable warmth he had provided now replaced by a cool breeze that sent goosebumps over her damp skin. Barnaby offered his hand, which she gratefully accepted, hoisting her up. She stood, head whirling, balance wavering slightly as he instinctively grabbed her waist, her hands gripping his arms to steady her. Her stomach flipped at such a close proximity.

At first, Arah was miffed at Jae for the interruption, but the more she thought about it, the more grateful she was. It was clear she was not in the right state of mind. I mean honestly, she couldn't go flinging herself at the first person who called her pretty and snog them senseless. That could have been absolutely disastrous to their friendship- one that she deeply cherished. Guilt seeped over her at how careless she had almost been with such a precious thing. Arah loved being Barnaby's friend and there was little she wouldn't do to protect that. A little drunken snog had the potential to jeopardize it all. So she shoved all the "What Ifs" deep down, promising herself to keep it there.

Arah cleared her throat, taking a decent step back, putting enough sensible distance between them so she was no longer tempted. "Sorry, too much whiskey." She smiled lightly, repeating his words from earlier. "Come on, let's get back. I think you have a fire to pee on."

The once raging fire now lulled into embers- a few folks already disappeared into the tent, turning in for the night as snores echoed softly from the canvas. Bill helped guide a stumbling Charlie to the shelter's entrance.

"Do you think it was a good party, Bill?" Charlie slurred, looking desperately to his brother for approval.

"The best." Bill laughed, as he helped him into the tent.

Jae and Chiara sat together, whispering quietly in the night while Tonks and Tulip had fallen asleep, drool seeping out of Tonks's lips. Arah giggled at the sight.

Barnaby approached her, handing over a crumpled jumper that she recognized as her own. Wordlessly, she took it, digging in the pockets for her wand. With a quick wave, she casts a drying charm on both of them.

"Thanks," Barnaby spoke up finally, seeming lost in thought. Arah wondered if he ever thought of the 'What Ifs' - if that's where his mind was just now.

Arah pulled the jumper over her head, untucking her silver hair from the collar. "Goodnight, Barns." She smiled softly, giving his arm a chaste squeeze.

He looked at her solemnly for a beat before his lips curled slightly, "Night, Arah."

Arah found Rowan sitting alone, staring deeply into the hot coals, no longer giggling as she once was, but still seemingly content. Her eyebrows crinkled as she appeared lost in her own thoughts, a look Arah had grown familiar with over the years. Arah sat next to her, mind now heavy and sleepy from the fire whiskey as she drooped her head on her shoulder. "Having fun?" Arah asked sleepily.

Rowan grinned as she lay her head atop hers. "So much fun." She laughed quietly.

"Whatchu thinking about?" Arah yawned lazily, sleep tugging at her eyelids as she breathed deep- finding comfort in the company of her best friend.

"Oh, you know... pondering life, the future, the endless possibilities of the universe." Rowan sighed, looping her arm with Arah's.

Arah giggled, not at all surprised by Rowan's answer. "And? Has the universe unveiled its mysteries to you?"

"No." Rowan's smile fanned wider. "But, it's okay, because I'm happy. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else than right here right now."

Arah sat up, looking at her friend, "Me too." she agreed.

Rowan turned her gaze back to the fire, flickers of embers causing her glasses to glow orange. "I'm so glad I came up to you 6 years ago asking for your opinion on that hat."

"Who knew that quirky girl buying the hideous hat would become my best mate in the whole world," Arah smirked.

Rowan's smile faltered, her eyebrows furrowing in realization. "Hey... you never told me it was hideous!"

"Shhhhh." Arah smacked her hand over Rowan's mouth in an attempt to not wake the others, her protests muffled as Arah laughed silently. "It's still my favorite hat!"

A slimy tongue licked the inside of her hand as Arah grumbled in disgust, wiping her slobber-covered hand on her friends shirt. Rowan stuck her tongue out in victory.

"Real mature." Arah giggled, stifling another yawn.

"Come on, let's get you to bed." Rowan flung an arm around her shoulder.

"Let's." Arah agreed sleepily, mirroring the same gesture as they walked together, the early morning of dawn starting to peek its way into the night sky.

The friends each eventually made their way to the tent, claiming bunks and sleeping well into the morning. They would wake to blurred memories of their night, smiling at such a crazy adventure.


A/N: When I tell you, I was smiling like an idiot as I wrote this story... their group dynamic is one of my favorite things to write. If I ever feel depressed, I swear I'm just going to write some of their friendly banter to cure it.

This story was so much fun. I wanted to picture putting myself in the shoes of 16-year-old teenagers and wanted to make it feel realistic and bring in some teenage-appropriate mischief. Of course, I needed to add a little bit of Barnaby x MC fluff because I quite literally cannot help myself.

Stop reading here if you don't want spoilers for after Year 5... ( thanks for reading and please leave a review to let me know what you thought!)

For those NOT in Year 6, THIS IS A SPOILER SO TURN AWAY NOW...

I find myself so sad when portraying the closeness of MC x Rowan, knowing their ultimate fate. So maybe this story soothes you or maybe it tears open some old wounds. Either way, sorry I'm not sorry :P because I absolutely love their friendship and I think we should still feel sad about it. That is all :,)