Regulus was beginning to regret his decision to join the school's Dueling Club. Not that he had had much of a choice in the matter, his cousin and their housemates – specifically the ones who were already joining up with The Dark Lord – had basically forced his hand. Actually, Bellatrix quite literally forced his hand as she was the one who had written his name on the sign-up sheet without his consent. It was important, Killian Avery had explained, to get some real experience in dueling if they were going to be valuable assets in The Dark Lord's ranks. Even Snape, who usually kept his personal opinion to himself, agreed that it would do them so good to build up their techniques. This became even more crucial when Bellatrix relayed a rumor she had heard from Lucius Malfoy, who had heard from The Dark Lord himself, that someone was building up an underground society of their own to fight back against them.

"Whoever it is, you know they'll be recruiting all of the fresh Hogwarts graduates as well. All those Mudblood-loving fools with hero complexes." Avery spat. Regulus didn't miss the way his beady eyes flashed pointedly at him, clearly implying that his brother would no doubt jump at the chance to fight against everything his bloodline stood for. "Blood traitors will be the first to go," Avery continued. "And joining Dumbledore's silly little dueling club is the perfect way to study how they fight. We'll be able to learn their weaknesses."

The first meeting of the Dueling Club had confirmed Regulus' fear regarding his own brother's weakness when the friendly fire had gone awry and Sirius, Potter, and Lupin – in all of their Gryffindor nobility – had turned their wands collectively on Snape, Bella, and Avery, causing chaos. Sirius was a skilled dueler, probably one of the best in school if not the best. However, skills and techniques would only get him so far if he continued to allow his overly sensitive emotions, impulsivity, and short fuse to distract him. Unfortunately, the meeting of the club that had followed the first did not show improvement in his brother's behavior. Sirius kept a paranoid eye on anyone sporting Slytherin colors, waiting for a reason to snap.

Bellatrix and Avery seemed to take too much enjoyment in this, and Regulus frequently heard them whispering about how easy it would be one day, away from the protection of Dumbledore and Hogwarts, to finally give the disowned family heir what he deserved.

Regulus had denounced his brother long ago, formally at least. His parents – though at first upset over their eldest son's betrayal, even if they would never admit it – had made it very clear to Regulus that Sirius was no longer a part of this family, and therefore no longer Regulus' brother and Regulus respected their decision and their word. He himself did not understand why Sirius had been so unshakably defiant or what Sirius hated so much about their parents, especially since, in Regulus' opinion, his own behavior often mirrored that of their mother who he claimed to detest so much.

That aside, and despite how hard he tried to see the situation the way his parents and cousins clearly did, deep down Regulus could not bring himself to disown his brother – to pretend Sirius was dead to him as he was to the rest of the family. Regulus couldn't see the "Blood traitor" or "shameful disappointment." He only saw Sirius for what he had always been: strong-willed, fiercely protective, and determined to be his own person come hell or high water. Regulus had always envied that bit. He was always in awe by Sirius' intense desire and capability to do and say and be what he wanted and felt was right. Sirius would never be on one side or another; Sirius would always do what Sirius wanted and no one – not their parents, The Dark Lord, or Dumbledore himself – could stop him.

Try as he might to see these things as his parents did – as faults in his brother's character – these aspects were what made him look up to Sirius. For that reason, which Regulus would always keep buried down, Sirius would always be his brother. He would always be the boy who had played King Arthur and Merlin with him in their uncle's garden. He would always be the boy who stuck up for him when their cousins teased him. He would always be the boy who took the blame when they caused trouble as children, bearing their father's belt or their mother's wand so that Regulus wouldn't have to. No matter what Regulus told himself he was supposed to believe, Sirius was his brother, and the idea of his brother being hurt or worse just didn't sit well with him.

If there was one thing about Sirius that Regulus really couldn't wrap his head around, it was his brother's infatuation with his housemate, Remus Lupin, and his shameless flaunting of the fact that they were in fact in a romantic and embarrassingly active physical relationship.

Sirius really didn't care what anyone thought and didn't seem to think twice about the fact that the whole school saw when he walked through the corridors with Lupin's hand in his own back pocket, or with his arm around the other Gryffindor's waist – holding him much closer to his side than the average friend – or when he would affectionately brush his lips across Lupin's cheek at breakfast. There were countless rumors about the two boys being found in broom closets or behind the greenhouses in the midst of… scandalous acts.

It used to embarrass Regulus whenever a new story about his brother and Lupin being seen in various compromising and intimate situations would circle around the school. He thought perhaps Sirius had been doing it as one of his many ways of showing his rebellion or his need to be the center of attention at all times, and that he would eventually drop the charade when the shock value wore off. He had apparently been quite wrong since it was going on two years and Sirius continued not only to display his physical affection for the boy but seemed to follow him around like a loyal and loving puppy.

Though the relationship itself made Regulus feel slightly ill at ease in a way he couldn't quite name, out of all of his brother's friends, Regulus found he disliked Lupin the least. On the contrary, he and Lupin were both Prefects together, and he actually rather enjoyed the Gryffindor's company on the occasional rounds they had together.

There were the odd rumors that circulated about the boy, his relationship with the disowned Black aside. Regulus did have to admit that there was definitely something a bit off about him, between the scars that littered his body and the frequent illnesses, and there was something about his eyes that made Regulus feel like he was being watched by some sort of animal. He also knew that Severus had spent the better part of his first five years at Hogwarts formulating his own theories about Lupin and that it had eventually brought the long-standing rivalry between him and Sirius and Potter to what was now complete and utter loathing.

Regulus didn't like to put much thought into it. Lupin was always very kind whenever they had to interact. Regulus wasn't sure if it was because he was Sirius' brother or if Lupin was just unfathomably polite, but he really did get on well with him. He wasn't loud and arrogant like Potter, who Regulus liked to avoid for sheer lack of energy (and perhaps a little jealousy as Sirius had taken to calling Potter his brother). He had also found that Lupin had a lot of the same interests as he did and was very easy to talk to.

He hoped that Lupin would also share in one particularly important interest. Regulus just needed the chance to talk to him.

It was late on a Friday night, nearing the end of their rounds, that Regulus got his chance. He had been about to head back to the dungeons for the night when he heard a familiar dry laugh.

"Merlin, do you think I was born yesterday, Michaels? Give it here and get back to Ravenclaw Tower and I may not even take points away for it. Ravenclaw really can't afford to lose what this would cost you, can they?" A pause. "That's what I thought. Ten points for being out past curfew though, and honestly, Michaels, some practice in discretion wouldn't do you any harm."

Moments later, Remus Lupin rounded the corner, stuffing whatever it was he had taken off the Ravenclaw into his pocket. He was startled at first when he looked up but then smiled softly upon realizing who it was.

"Hello, Regulus."

Regulus gave a polite nod. "Lupin." His eyes looked questioningly at Lupin's pocket and the Gryffindor chuckled.

"Pixie dust." He explained shortly. "Luckily got to him before he actually took it. That would have been a trip trying to get him back to Ravenclaw Tower."

Regulus frowned. "Hallucigens? Shouldn't you report him? Bring it to Flitwick?"

The corner of Lupin's mouth twitched up and he shrugged casually. "Why ruin the bloke's last few weeks of school? Besides, Ravenclaw is in dead last for the cup. Taking more points from them just seems cruel." Regulus eyed him skeptically and Lupin rolled his eyes, still smiling. "I'll hand it into Flitwick and tell him I found it on the ground, not to worry."

For some reason, Regulus doubted he would, but that wasn't really his business. That's when he remembered that he did have business with the other Prefect.

"On your way back to Slytherin?" Lupin asked.

"Actually," Regulus hesitated. He licked his lips nervously. "Actually, Lupin, I was wondering if I could have a word with you?"

Lupin paused, his brow furrowing slightly, no doubt confused with what his boyfriend's estranged little brother could want to discuss. His expression then changed to concern. "Are you alright, Regulus?"

The question startled Regulus for some reason and his words got stuck in his throat as if he actually thought for a second that no, maybe he wasn't alright. Maybe he felt like his world was crashing down on him since the weight that was lifted from Sirius' shoulders had been dumped so unceremoniously onto his own. As if he too had started questioning what was expected of him and the way his cousin and the rest of his family and the people they associated with were all so willing to do as this Dark Lord said maybe made him feel incredibly small and hopeless.

He shook himself out of it. This wasn't the time for an existential crisis, he had things that had to be said and a brother who needed to hear them and if Sirius wouldn't listen to him, which he wouldn't he would surely listen to Remus Lupin. Wouldn't he?

Regulus took in a deep breath, quickly looking around to be sure that they were really alone. Lupin's mysterious intense eyes burned further into him, becoming more worried. Regulus ran his hand through his hair, biting his lower lip. "You…" he sighed. "You…care… for my brother, don't you?"

Lupin let out a sharp laugh and nodded in a way that was just short of condescending. "Yeah, just a bit."

Regulus realized it had probably been a stupid question. He felt heat rising in his cheeks and he had to swallow down the Black pride in his head that told snap at Lupin for his tone. "I need you to tell him something. Warn him." He muttered, averting his eyes from the bemused golden gaze, and suddenly the humor was gone from Lupin's eyes.

"...Regulus?"

"He listens to you," Regulus said, looking back at him pleadingly.

Lupin shifted, suddenly uncomfortable. "He…he doesn't, really. Regulus, he doesn't listen to anyone–"

"He'll listen to you more than he will to me, alright?" Regulus snapped. He took another breath, hating how childish he must sound; how scared he must seem. "Just… keep him safe, alright? After graduation and in this stupid mess of a world we've got waiting out there. Keep him out of it."

"Regulus, I can't. He wants to be an Auror. He wants to be in the fight–"

"WELL TRY, WOULD YOU?!" Regulus shouted. His voice echoed and rang throughout the empty corridor and he hissed a swear under his breath. "They'll be after him. It's not a matter of one side against the other, it's personal. It's family. He's had a target on his back since he ran away from home… just…try. Please?"

He and Lupin stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity until finally, Lupin nodded. "I'll try…"

"Thank you."

Without another word, Regulus turned on his heel and headed in the direction of the Slytherin common room.

"Regulus?"

He stopped, looking over his shoulder at Lupin, who was watching him with what seemed like pity, but for some reason Regulus couldn't bring himself to hate the boy for it. "Yes?"

"...You'll keep yourself safe too, won't you?"

Regulus nodded wordlessly and turned away, walking into the darkness.

He didn't want to lie to him.

—-

Remus tried to push what Regulus had said that night from his mind. He had decidedly not told Sirius about the conversation he had had with his brother. There was no point in telling him, really. He was sure that Sirius was already perfectly aware of the fact that there were people out there, blood relatives or not, who wished to do him harm if given the chance. He also knew that Sirius would see this as even more of a reason to dive head-first into battle, rather than a reason to hold back.

For once Remus was actually happy to have the distraction of studying for his N.E.W.T. exams, and he filed the interaction with Regulus into the back corner of his mind, burying it under the history and uses of the Protean Charm.

This was only made difficult one night a week when they attended Dueling Club. Talented as Sirius was – he and James were very clearly the best Duelers in the school and could probably give the teachers a run for their money – he just was not able to keep himself from acting impulsively or allowing Bellatrix and her friends to get a rise out of him, often resulting in fights between him and the Slytherins. On several occasions, he had even been sent back to the common room before the meeting ended.

It was one of those nights when Sirius had been given the boot for hexing Avery from across the room and Peter, who was in the way, had been sent to the infirmary when Avery's rebuttal bounced off of Sirius' defensive spell and hit him instead, that Dumbledore approached just as everyone else was packing up to return to their dorms.

The Headmaster smiled pleasantly at Remus and James. "That was some impressive Dueling, boys. Not that I'm surprised of course. You are two of this school's finest students after all."

"Thank you, sir," both James and Remus had responded politely.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled behind his half-moon spectacles. "I was wondering if I could have a word with you both. I understand it's late and you're probably tired, but it's a rather pressing matter."

James and Remus exchanged a look and shrugged before they nodded and followed the Headmaster out of the Great Hall and to his office.

Professor Dumbledore gestured to the two chairs in front of his desk as he himself took a seat behind it. "Have a seat." He smiled and nodded to the crystal bowl that sat on the corner of the desk. "Could I interest either of you in a lemon drop?"

Both boys helped themselves to the candy, popping them into their mouths as they looked questioningly at their Headmaster.

Folding his hands on the desk, Dumbledore regarded them both calmly. "I wanted to speak with both of you about some things I've noticed during the Dueling Club, as well as throughout the last few years during your schooling–"

Remus winced. "Professor, if this is about Sirius' behavior, we've both tried to talk some sense into him. It's just–"

Dumbledore chuckled, shaking his head. "Not quite, Mr. Lupin." Remus visibly relaxed, relieved that he wouldn't be expected yet again to try to reign his boyfriend in. "The reason I've called you both here tonight is to discuss something very important with you. Something I think – or rather, I hope – may be of interest to you after graduation."

Remus and James glanced at each other again, then back at Dumbledore. The Headmaster continued;

"As both of you are well aware, our world is under a very great threat. Voldemort has been building up his army and his numbers are growing at an alarmingly fast rate and, unfortunately, there has been very little that the Ministry has been willing to do to retaliate. I must confess to you, the forming of the school's Dueling Club was not only to give the students a safe environment in which to apply and improve their skills, it was also meant for me and Alastor Moody to scope out the next possible recruits."

James frowned. "Recruits, sir? Like, for the Auror Academy?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "No, Mr. Potter. Not for the Auror Academy. You see, I – along with the help of Alastor Moody and a few others – have taken it upon myself to form an army of our own to combat Voldemort and his Death Eaters. It's completeyu underground and requires absolute secrecy. The Ministry cannot find out what we've been doing, I'm sure you understand." He looked at them both intensely. "I've asked you here tonight because you are two of Hogwarts' most promising students. You are both excellent wizards, trustworthy, skilled… and I'd like to extend an invitation to you both to join The Order of the Phoenix."

Remus felt his pulse speed up and his body went tense. There was a part of him that knew without a doubt that he would eventually have no choice but to get involved with the war. It was inevitable. However, he had had a glimmer of hope – or foolish naivety – that thought perhaps he would have been able to avoid it. That aside, it wasn't as if he had other prospects lined up once school was over, and he did feel indebted to Dumbledore for having allowed him to attend school in the first place. He owed Albus Dumbledore everything.

It was James who spoke first. "Of course we accept!" He said, nearly jumping from his seat with enthusiasm. "We want to help in any way that we can. That's why Sirius and I signed up for the Auror Academy in the first place."

Dumbledore's expression changed. His eyes darkened and his lips pressed into a thin line as he held up a hand to pause James' excitement. "I must ask, Mr. Potter, that this conversation and any information about The Order stays strictly between those of us in this room."

Remus' chest tightened as he caught exactly what the Headmaster was implying.

"W-wait," James said, as it seemed to dawn on him as well. "Keep it from… from Sirius? And Peter too? Why? Aren't they going to be invited as well?"

"You must understand, Mr. Potter, that this is a very sensitive operation. We are recruiting those who meet a certain caliber of both skill and discretion."

"Peter is very skilled, Professor." Remus finally spoke up. He licked his lips anxiously as Dumbledore's eyes landed curiously on him. "He may not be the best in a fight, but he's an excellent look-out, as well as being able to find out and carry information along. You shouldn't underestimate him. He's more valuable than you'd think."

Dumbledore's smile returned and he nodded. "I will keep that in mind, Mr. Lupin. Thank you."

Remus could see James staring at him, mouth agape, out of the corner of his eyes, but he refused to meet his gaze. He heard James scoff as he turned back to Dumbledore.

"Well, yeah, Pete's great as well, but what about Sirius? Sirius is the best dueler in the whole bloody school! Not to mention his experience being around the Dark Arts his whole life! We don't stand a chance without him!"

"Mr. Black's abilities and knowledge aren't being questioned, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore explained calmly, despite James' growing outrage. "However, I'm sure I don't need to remind you of just how dangerous someone with that amount of natural power can be when paired with the lack of impulse control that Sirius displays."

"Dangerous?!" James repeated, spitting the word out like it was a slur. "What? You think he'd turn on us and what? Go bad? You don't know him at all if that's what you think–"

"That is not what I think, James," Dumbledore replied. "I think that he has a habit of putting himself and others in danger. I don't think that makes him a bad person, in fact, I think he does it because he is, at his core, a very good person who wears his emotions on his sleeve and is very passionate about what he believes in. You cannot deny, though, that his passion for his own beliefs could become detrimental. I need people who are willing to follow orders, no matter what they are and without question. Sirius likes to do things his way. I need people who won't put others in danger or risk because of his own personal vendettas and, if I'm not mistaken, Sirius had proved himself incapable of doing just that." Blue eyes landed on Remus. "Am I wrong, Mr. Lupin?"

An image of Severus Snape being dragged away from a fully grown, vicious werewolf flashed through Remus' head and he shuddered. James had threatened Snape's life were he to tell the Headmaster of Sirius' involvement in what had happened that night, and as far as any of them knew, Severus had stuck to that. It was foolish to think that Dumbledore didn't know though.

Remus stared silently down at his own lap. He could feel James' anger towards him.

Then James stood abruptly. "No."

Dumbledore's brow furrowed. "No?"

"No," James repeated. "I'm sorry Professor Dumbledore, but like I said before, we don't stand a chance without Sirius and I'm not about to go out there risking my neck if he's not with me and I'm not even allowed to tell him about it. Peter too. The four of us are a family and we're either all in or none of us are. Right, Remus?"

Remus bit his lip. Dumbledore and James were both staring intently at him and all he wanted to do was sink down into his chair and disappear. On the one hand, he couldn't deny that Dumbledore was right and that Sirius could very well be a danger to others, but most importantly to himself. On the other, he too couldn't imagine risking his life on secret missions without Sirius knowing about it. What would happen if something went wrong? What if he was injured or killed working for The Order and Sirius, his mate, didn't know what happened to him.

His mate…

He wasn't even sure he could keep something like this from Sirius, their bond being as strong as it was at times.

"Remus," Dumbledore regarded him softly. "Do you share Mr. Potter's stance on this matter?"

Did he? Remus wasn't really sure. James' heated glare was nearly enough to make his very flesh catch fire, though. Wordlessly, he nodded. Perhaps it would be better not to be involved at all than it would be to keep yet another huge secret in his life.

Dumbledore's intense gaze hardened for a moment and Remus felt like the man could read every thought in his head. "And both of you agree that Mr. Black and Mr. Pettigrew's involvement would be in the best interest of our success in the war?"

James nodded. "I'd bet my own life on that, Sir." He said, no hesitation or second thought. Remus envied James' self-assurance.

There was a heavy and meaningful silence before at long last, Dumbledore nodded. "Well then, it seems that I have made too quick and rash a judgment. Even I do make mistakes, rare as they might be. I'll have to reconsider my reluctance with them if you both feel so strongly about it."

Both James and Remus looked up at the Headmaster in surprise. "R-really?" James blinked owlishly behind his glasses.

Dumbledore smiled. "Of course. You've never given me a reason not to trust your opinions. As I said, even I am wrong from time to time. Also, I would hate to lose both your and Mr. Lupin's loyalty over the matter. I do ask that you don't discuss this with Mr. Black or Mr. Pettigrew until I have had the chance to speak with them both myself, of course, if you don't mind."

Remus and James glanced at each other once more before they both nodded.

"Er…Yeah…Yes, of course." James sputtered. "I…Thank you, Professor. I mean…for your faith in us."

"Of course, Mr. Potter. And thank you both for the same." With one last offer of the bowl of lemon drops, Dumbledore hid them goodnight and dismissed them both from the room.

There was a terrible silence between the two boys as they descended down the corridor away from the Headmaster's office, and Remus kept his head down to avoid James' accusing glare as best he could until he suddenly found himself being shoved up against the stone wall.

"James!?"

"What the fucking hell was that back there, Lupin?!" James demanded; his voice was low and angry.

James may have accumulated substantial strength over the years but Remus was stronger than him and they both knew it. The wolf in him stirred, ready to fight off his packmate and put him back in his place, but Remus bit back the urge.

"James, let go of me." He requested, taking a shaky breath in and trying to remain in control.

"How the fuck could you just sit there like that, Remus!? How could you not defend Sirius, of all people? Isn't that what a wolf does for his mate? You're his fucking boyfriend, after all!"

Remus growled, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Let. Go."

When James didn't immediately back down after the second warming, all bets were off and in a flash, James was flat on his back on the cold floor with Remus towering threateningly over him. "You wanted me to defend Sirius? You think what I was doing was disloyal? I was protecting him! That's what a wolf does for their mate, Potter. I was trying to keep him out of danger! I'd have done the same for any of you as well, but you and Pete have the right to speak for your own lives."

James scrambled to his feet, fixing his glasses and rounding on Remus again. "Sirius can speak for his own life too, you know. You don't get to decide whether or not he fights."

Remus let out a sharp laugh. "Oh, but you do? You were in there speaking for bloody all of us, Potter! All of us are in or none of us are. You don't get to speak for me, James!"

"We're a family, Remus! We're supposed to stick together no matter what! I thought you agreed with that! Were you prepared to go ahead and join up all on your own without any of us? That is disloyalty, mate!"

"I can do whatever the hell I want, with or without the rest of you, Potter!" Remus snapped viciously. He took a menacing step closer and saw a brief flicker of fear in James' eyes that made him almost hungry. A predatory grin spread across his face. "You and Sirius have strutted about with your inflated egos acting like Pete and I were just tagging along for the ride half the time. Like you're the bloody leaders. Deep down at least Sirius knows the truth, but you Quidditch captain, Head Boy… You're so used to barking orders and everyone jumping to follow. You seem to forget who you run behind during the full moon, Prongs. You're not the boss of me. You don't get to say what I will and won't do and I certainly don't need your approval." Clouded by his own rage and by the beast that had successfully clawed its way to the surface, Remus had been unaware up until this point that he had James pinned to the wall with only one hand around his friend's throat.

James struggled against him, trying to pry Remus' fingers from their tight grip on his neck which only served to make the wolf thirst for more. In the back of Remus' mind he was absolutely horrified by this, but he couldn't stop himself. It wasn't until James let out a choked plea of, "Remus…!" that he was finally able to break himself out of it. He immediately released the other boy, taking a step back as James crumpled to the floor and gasped for air.

Remus blinked rapidly, physically shaking himself to clear the fog in his head that came from letting the wolf inside of him take control. "I…I'm sorry." He muttered. His head was pounding in his chest. "Fuck. James, I'm so sorry." He held out his hand, grateful when James accepted it and allowed him to help him to his feet. "I'm so sorry," he said again.

James shook his head, rubbing his neck where Remus' fingers had squeezed tight enough to bruise. "No…no, you're right Rmeus." He admitted, hazel eyes full of shame and fear. "You're fucking right. I'm sorry. I just…I didn't think. I shouldn't have spoken for all of you that way. It's not my place. I just–"

"We don't stand a chance if we don't stick together, James," Remus said quietly. "Whether it's with Dumbledore's Order or not, we're all going to be forced into this bloody war one way or another and we need to do it together. I was being selfish. Foolish, really, thinking I could keep Sirius or any of you away from it."

James heaved a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "So we both acted like idiots, then." He gave Remus a weary smile and Remus forced a small laugh, nodding his head and leaning against the wall.

"What is it that makes us do such stupid things, mate?"

James shrugged, moving to slump against the wall beside him. "It's the way of the world right now, I guess. Everything is so crazy and no one knows what's going to happen and… well, we all love each other, don't we? People go to great lengths for the ones they love. I think I'd have attacked someone if they suggested I was doing wrong by Lily when I was trying to protect her."

Remus smirked, turning to James and raising an eyebrow. "You love her?"

James grinned, his face going just slightly pink as he nodded. "Yeah, I reckon I do." He chewed his bottom lip for a second, looking thoughtful. "Almost as much as I love you lot."

Remus snorted, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "I'm not Sirius, you know. I won't die from you admitting you may love someone on this planet more than me."

James gasped dramatically, clutching his heart. "Remus Lupin, I am offended at your doubt for my feelings for you! How dare you deny my love!"

Remus laughed and pushed himself off the wall, heading in the direction of Gryffindor Tower. "You can love me all you want when we get back to the dorm, mate. It's late and I'm knackered."

James snickered as he ran to catch up. "Can I? Right in front of Sirius? Scandalous, Moony. He'll be heartbroken."

"Honestly, I think he'd be turned on. Horny mutt that he is…"

They walked back to Gryffindor Tower, laughing and mocklingly flirting with each other, professing their undying love and plotting their affair to be kept behind both Sirius and Lily's backs. It was a good cover for the gut-wrenching fear that had planted itself in the pits of their stomachs; their love for their friends wasn't going to be enough to save any of them in the end.

SORRY I KNOW ITS HELLA LATE - school and life got busy. Also sorry for gramatiacal/spelling errors, she only got a quick edit. I jsut wanted to get it posted.