Harry collapsed onto a train seat with an oomph, Ron flopping beside him and Hermione opposite them.
"Man… who knew Thanatos' exams would be so hard?" Ron groaned, rubbing his eyes.
"Forget Thanatos, Sirius ran us through the ringer," Harry muttered.
They'd taken their end-of-semester exams, and while they were pretty sure they all passed, both Ron and Harry were completely drained even a few days later.
Thanatos had introduced them to Basic Elemental Transfiguration, essentially turning an element like water into a complex object, which was the stepping stone to Conjuration.
However, Thanatos only had them turn one element into another, which was much simpler but still incredibly difficult.
In the entire class, only Harry, Hermione, and a Slytherin named Daphne Greengrass had been able to turn their ice statues into stone as requested, though only Harry's was solid all the way through, the others still had ice inside.
Everyone else had only managed to give their ice a stony appearance or only transfigured a part of it.
"You have to imagine it's already turned to stone," Thanatos had tsked. "Transfiguration is as much visualization as Charms is; if you can't visualize your transfiguration, you won't get the result you want."
Sirius had been little better, given he'd started teaching them the history of the Ministry of Magic, the history of their legislature, and the Statue of Secrecy.
While infinitely more interesting than Binns' unending lectures on goblin rebellions, it also meant everyone had to know and memorize the history of an entire government that spanned back centuries.
Currently, Hermione was looking at them with a superior glint in her eye, looking quite smug.
"I told you we needed more practice," She began, shaking her head. "But 'no~ Hermione, we don't need it.'"
Ron's ears turned red, and he opened his mouth to retort when the door to their train car opened.
"Hello, Harry," Luna greeted cheerfully with a wave. "Hello Ronald, Hermione."
"Hey, Luna," Harry replied as Ron and Hermione recited their own greetings.
"Can I sit with you guys? My housemates kicked me out," Luna asked.
Her eyes flickered over to Hermione for a moment, who looked oddly tense, though neither of the boys noticed it.
"Me too!" Ginny said as she popped up behind Luna. "My housemates are just boring, but still."
"Sure, why not?" Harry shrugged as Ron groaned.
"Can't even escape you on the train ride home," He muttered as Ginny entered with Luna.
Ginny stuck her tongue out at him and sat on Hermione's right, while Luna sat on Harry's left.
Hermione's eyebrow twitched at Luna's seating choice but she didn't say anything, rather just pulling a book from her bag and beginning to read.
Luna hummed a tune to herself as she stared out the window, watching the scenery go by.
She idly played with her ring, slipping her hand into her sleeve and touching the ring with her wand.
'How far along are you in that tome Thanatos gave us?' Luna asked Harry mentally.
Harry jumped slightly, his head snapping up. Thankfully for him, it just seemed he'd dozed off slightly to anyone watching.
'Err— Chapter 5, I think,' He replied. 'Haven't had time to read past that.'
Luna nodded. 'Just wanted to ask, since I'm stuck on something in Chapter 6.'
Harry's brows furrowed, and he reached into his bag, taking out a small textbook.
The book grew as he removed it from his bag, becoming the huge tome Thanatos had given him as he set it on his legs.
'Still have to thank Thanatos for that charm,' He muttered, making Luna smile a bit.
He flipped to Chapter 6, which was titled Mental Barrier Techniques.
'See this?' Luna asked, flipping through the pages and pointing to a section halfway through the chapter.
Mental Domains and Their Applications it read, piquing Harry's interest immediately.
A Mental 'Domain' is the byproduct of having Occlumency walls, or 'barriers' in the mind. A Domain refers to the concentrated magic a witch or wizard might have inside their mind.
As previously mentioned, magic leaks out from the body and mind constantly, leading to what's commonly referred to as a 'magical signature,' which is the residue of magic from an individual left in the air, or on objects they use magic on.
When learning Occlumency, the most common physical report is more powerful magic. However, the magic itself isn't more powerful, but rather simply there being less 'leaking' of the magic, otherwise known as increasing refinement.
A Domain is a result of this. The magic no longer leaks out, but rather culminates in the mind, resulting in a mental 'image' that takes the form of the user's soul.
Domains passively increase understanding of Warzite Lattice and Diamond-Crystalline Magical Structures alike, due to it increasing the connection between the mind, soul, and magic.
Harry blinked as he read, quickly connecting the dots.
'So Occlumency gives us a mental image that increases our refinement?' He asked, making Luna nod.
'Yes. That's why Occlumency increases refinement,' She replied. 'But that's not what I'm stuck on, keep reading.'
Harry complied, both out of curiosity and listening to Luna.
Domains also increase the potency of Magical Natures, and though it is possible to have a Magical Nature without a Domain, the inverse is not true. Magic users born without a Magical Nature (an incredibly rare although serious condition) cannot ever have a Domain, nor learn Occlumency in the way usually described.
However, Domains and Magical Natures, while linked, aren't fully connected at first.
Fully connecting a Magical Nature to a Domain is considered a great feat of Occlumency, as it means a person's magic is fully attuned to their mind and soul.
You and Luna, as Avatars, will have to learn this if you wish to reach your full potential. The steps to begin this process are listed below.
Begin building your Domain. (Your rings provide a basis for you already, but you may do it yourself if you wish.)
Complete your Domain's 'image,' giving yourself a mental space to work with.
Identify your Magical Nature (you should know yours by this point.)
Begin using your Magical Nature physically, thus allowing you to recognize its feel.
Work on using your Magical Nature mentally, inside your mental plane
Once you can do 5 flawlessly, imbue your Nature into your Domain
'Which one are you stuck on?' Harry asked, feeling out of his depth just looking at the list.
'Four. What does using it physically mean?' Luna sighed. 'I know my Natures are Projection and Phantasm, but how do I 'use' them?'
'Doesn't the book say it?' Harry asked, flipping through the pages.
Luna huffed internally. 'I wish it did. All it says is that I have to go off feel, but I have no clue what feel it's talking about.'
'Maybe just the kind of magic your Nature is?' Harry suggested. 'Phantasm is mental stuff, right? Maybe practice that?'
Luna sighed. 'It's not that easy.'
She took Harry's book and flipped through it, before showing him a specific paragraph.
The Phantasm Nature is one of the most magically complex Natures there is. As it relates to the mind and soul, one must have a deep understanding of both to even begin mastering it.
When one begins learning of the Phantasm Nature, it's easy to assume standard mental practices like Occlumency or Legilimency will help, however, this is incorrect.
The mental arts, while originating from Phantasm, only encompass a small aspect of it. The mind and soul are incredibly varied, and simply focusing on the organization is inadequate for such a Nature.
Harry blinked, feeling just as stumped as Luna did.
'Occlumency and Legilimency don't really help, so what does?' Harry questioned, wondering what other mind and soul stuff there was.
He continued reading, wondering if the answer was in the book.
The simplest, yet paradoxically the most difficult to implement, way of mastering the Phantasm Nature is by being true to one's self. This means being honest about one's own feelings, both internally and not, their capabilities, and being able to be at peace with such realities.
Once one does this, Nature becomes intuitive to the user, due to a perfect connection between the subconscious mind and the conscious thoughts.
'Oh, that doesn't sound that bad,' Harry said after he read. 'You're the most blunt and straightforward person I know, this should be easy.'
'But it isn't,' Luna huffed, looking greatly frustrated. 'Whenever I try to do what the book tells me, I get this block and can't think. Doesn't matter what techniques I use to clear my head, it's always there.'
Harry was shocked at how frustrated Luna looked; her normally far-away look replaced with genuine annoyance, her brows knit together and her nose scrunched up in a much bigger expression of emotion than he was used to.
'Well… can you tell what the block is?' He questioned, wondering how Luna of all people wasn't being honest with herself.
Luna's mind blanked for a moment, and through the pseudo-Occlumency link they had, Harry had the odd feeling of looking back at himself.
Luna shook her head. 'No… sorry.'
Harry's brows furrowed, getting the feeling that Luna was lying, similar to the feeling he got from Hermione a few days ago.
He shook his head in disbelief. Luna lying? Of all people?
Harry brushed it off, beginning to regard the feeling as just some paranoid thing instead of anything valuable. Seriously, Luna?
What neither he nor Luna noticed, however, was that during their mental talk, they'd both gotten extremely close to each other, with Luna leaning on his shoulder, her legs resting against his in a gesture that looked oddly intimate.
Neither noticed that both Hermione and Ginny were glaring daggers, with Hermione consistently glancing up from her book to do so.
Ron, meanwhile, just looked at Harry oddly but decided not to mention anything. If Harry wanted to be cuddly with a girl they barely knew, then it wasn't any of his business.
Everyone jumped though, as the car door opened, and Luna and Harry subconsciously separated, with Harry snapping the tome shut.
Neville stood at the door, looking nervous, though he held his head high and had his shoulders back.
"H-Heir Potter," He began, his voice surprisingly formal. "May I speak to you for a moment? Outside?"
Harry did a double take at the formality, his brows furrowing.
"Uhh, sure Neville," He said, standing from his seat.
Harry followed Neville out of the train compartment with a shrug, though Ron gave him a knowing look.
"What is it?" Harry asked as the compartment door closed behind them.
"H-Heir Potter, the Most Ancient and Noble House of Longbottom wishes to formally invite you to our Yule celebration," Neville told him, his voice shaking slightly.
He took an expensive-looking piece of parchment from his pocket and handed it to Harry with a slightly shaky hand.
"Oh, err- thanks, Neville," Harry said, accepting the paper. "You can drop the Heir stuff if you want though, we're friends right?"
Neville sighed in relief, his shoulders drooping immediately.
"Yeah, I know. My Gran kept insisting I invite you formally though, since it's House business," Neville said, looking much more relaxed.
"House business?" Harry asked, having heard the term from Sirius before, but not really knowing what it meant. "What's that?"
Neville did a double take, looking genuinely surprised.
"You don't know?" He asked. "House Longbottom and House Potter have a huge history together, all the way back when they first started."
"Really?" Harry's eyebrows shot up. "I didn't know that."
"No one told you?" Neville looked at him in complete disbelief. "I was over here panicking because I thought I'd done something to mess it up since you never answered our letters."
"Wait, wait, wait," Harry said, shaking his head. "I know I haven't gotten any letters recently. Are you sure you sent them?"
Neville looked utterly baffled. "What? Of course, I'm sure! Our owl would always come back with the letter unopened! At first, I thought you were just being private, but then I got worried since we were dorm mates and you never answered in the summer."
"You sent me letters in the summer?!" Harry blinked. "I only ever got letters from Ron and Hermione!"
Both of them looked utterly confused, to the point that it was hard to tell who was more baffled, him or Neville.
"Harry… you're Harry Potter, do you know how many people have probably sent you letters?" Neville asked slowly. "Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if some more traditional families wanted to sign their daughters to you in marriage."
Harry balked at that, looking slightly pale.
"Yeah… no, I— uhh, never got any of that," He said, flushing. "My first letter was my Hogwarts one."
"You… you never got your bank statements?" Neville questioned. "Or your invitations to parties? Or hell, the thousands of thank you letters from when you killed You-Know-Who?"
Harry slowly shook his head, utterly lost at what Neville was saying.
"Bank statements? From where? I only have my student vault."
Neville stared at him like Harry had grown two extra heads that'd started singing opera, his mouth slightly open.
"The— The Potter family is the second richest family in the UK!" He exclaimed, eyes wide. "The only, and I mean only family that's richer is the Blacks, and even then, it's not by much."
Harry blinked. "Really? What about Malfoy? He always goes on about his family."
Neville snorted. "The Malfoys are barely in the top 15, they're higher than the Longbottoms in raw money, but they're not even remotely in the same conversation as the Potters."
Harry grinned, storing that mentally to use against Malfoy if the blond prick tried to insult him again.
"I thought you were just humoring him," Neville continued, still looking lost. "Like, like you were just being humble and letting him rant because you didn't care."
Harry shook his head. "Hell no, if I knew about it then I would've rubbed it in his face whenever I had the chance."
Neville rubbed his eyes, still in disbelief.
"I can— I can teach you about House stuff if you want," He said. "My Gran kind of beat it into my head when I was a kid, so I know a bit."
"That'd be great, thanks," Harry said, still feeling totally out of his depth. "I don't know anything about House stuff."
"Didn't Siri— err— Lord Black teach you?" Neville questioned, correcting himself.
Harry shook his head. "He said he would, but I think he forgot. Don't blame him, since he's a professor, y'know?"
They continued talking for a bit, with Neville explaining some general customs, like greetings and forms of address.
"Though, technically, since you're the last Potter and set to become Lord, you can talk to anyone basically however you want," Neville told him. "With the exception of the Heads of Houses Black and Longbottom, since they're on a similar standing with you, but even then, they won't try anything."
"Aren't there other Houses though?" Harry asked. "Like, the Most Noble Ancient Houses or something like that, right?"
"Most Ancient and Noble Houses," Neville corrected. "Yes, there are, but they aren't on the same level. The Potters helped found the magical UK and Wizengemot, so few houses can really do anything to them unless they all work together."
"Huh," Harry replied intelligently. "That sounds… really unfair."
He tried to ignore how uncomfortable the thought made him. It was another big thing he didn't earn, something he only had because of who he was related to, not because he deserved it.
First the Boy-Who-Lived fame, then the Death Mark, and now apparently him being one of the most politically influential people in all of the UK bar Sirius. They were all things he didn't earn but simply got because of who he was related to, or by some stroke of luck.
Neville's brow furrowed. "Err– well, the Potters kind of deserve it for what they've done for magical Britain and the magical world at large. Your grandfather was actually an incredible potioneer."
Harry went to respond when the compartment door slammed open, and Hermione stormed out in a furious march.
She stopped and did a double take as she nearly walked straight into him, but quickly continued walking.
"Hermione?" Harry asked, only for her to completely ignore him.
He and Neville shared a baffled look before quickly moving back to the compartment.
"–Well maybe she should stop being so bloody weird!" Ron was hissing at Ginny, his ears bright red.
Ginny's face was as red as her hair, and she looked dangerously close to hexing him.
"She's not 'bloody weird,' Ronald. She's my friend!" Ginny snapped, gesturing vaguely at Luna.
"It's just a book!" Ron replied exasperated. "What is she, Harry's bloody mother? We're his friends, what does it matter if Hermione wanted to read a bloody book!"
"Because it's Harry's," Ginny told him. "What's Hermione's problem anyway, huh?! It's his stuff!"
"You're really defending her?!" Ron snapped, pointing to Luna.
"Why, yes, Ron. I am," Ginny replied sassily. "Because I'm not sure if you remember, or even care for that matter, since you clearly didn't care about me last year, but Luna's my friend!"
Ron winced slightly at that but quickly recovered.
"Oh, don't go blaming me for what happened last year," Ron began.
"Maybe if you listened, you'd know I'm not–"
"You were acting all loony last year, you didn't even talk to me," Ron continued hotly. "Hell, maybe that's why you met her, two bloody loonies in a–"
'SMACK'
Ron stumbled back with wide eyes, a bright red handprint on his face.
Ginny was breathing heavily, her ears burning as she balled her fists.
"Say… that… one more time," Ginny threatened between breaths.
Ron's face shifted to anger as he stood again. "You mother–"
"ENOUGH!" Harry roared as he entered the compartment.
Both Ron and Ginny jumped back with equally shocked looks, though Luna didn't seem surprised at all.
"What the actual bloody hell are you two arguing about?" Harry demanded, glaring at them both.
Both Ron and Ginny cowered slightly, their anger dissipating at the terrifying aura Harry was subconsciously emitting.
It felt overwhelming like the air itself was pressing them down. His eyes seemed to glow, locking them in place even as a subconscious urge entered their minds to run away.
"Hermione demanded I hand this over," Luna broke the silence, holding up Harry's tome. "She said she wanted to study it. I told her she couldn't because it was yours, and she got upset."
"Because it's a bloody book," Ron repeated, looking hopefully at Harry. "You get it, right Harry? She's bloody insane, right? Protecting a book so much?"
Harry just stared at him, feeling an odd amount of disappointment in both him and Hermione. At least Ginny stood up for Luna.
"Luna's my friend, Ron," He told Ron quietly. "And she's right to protect that book. It was a gift, and it's probably one of the only ones in existence. I don't think I could replace it if it was damaged."
Ron, Ginny, and Neville all looked baffled at the declaration, and Neville's eyes widened in slight surprise.
"Harry… don't tell me… that isn't your family grimoire, is it?" He asked nervously, glancing between Harry and Luna.
Both Weasleys did double takes at that, looking a tiny bit nervous as well, though Harry just looked confused.
"What? No, I don't even know what that is," He said, making Neville sigh in relief. "Why? Would that be bad?"
"Family grimoires are a big deal, mate," Ron told him. "They're the collection of all the magical advancements for a family, including family magic! Most families don't even let others see it, let alone hold it."
Neville nodded. "Yeah… usually the only exceptions are those who marry into the family," He glanced at Luna. "Or those who are intended to be."
Luna's calm demeanor immediately broke under a blush, and Harry joined her a moment later, much to both Neville and Ron's amusement.
Ginny chewed her lip, refusing to say anything despite noticing the small shine in Luna's eyes, something even Harry didn't notice.
"Well, what is it?" She asked, a tiny bit harshly if she was being honest with herself. "That bloody thing is huge, there's no way that's a normal textbook."
Harry and Luna quickly shared a glance, and Luna discreetly tapped her ring.
'We can't tell them,' Luna said immediately. 'But we can tell them it was from Thanatos to help you study. Maybe some advanced magic for you to practice?'
Harry nodded slightly, though Luna didn't sever the connection.
"Oh, it's just… err– just a gift from Thanatos," Harry told Ginny. "When I was at St Mungos he taught me a lot about magic and gave me that book to study. He wrote it himself."
Ginny seemed to accept that, and Ron nodded, already having had it explained to him before, while Neville perked up curiously.
"What did he teach you?" He asked. "Can you tell us?"
'Crap. What do I say? What does the book look like to other people?' Harry asked Luna, now feeling grateful she hadn't immediately severed the connection.
'How magical cores interact with the outside world, I think,' Luna replied. 'Aahna told me that's what mine said when she gave it to me.'
"Just some stuff on magical cores," Harry replied casually, glad Hermione wasn't here. "Like how it affects our spells and stuff."
Neville nodded, accepting that answer before sitting back down in his seat.
"Err– should we… shouldn't we look for Hermione?" Harry asked, looking around.
Ginny's face hardened slightly, and Ron looked reluctant, as did Neville. Luna just looked as ethereally calm and far-seeing as ever.
"You sure that's a good idea, mate?" Ron asked. "She was pretty miffed when she left."
Harry hesitated. "I… Why was she so upset anyway? Because she couldn't read my book?"
"More like I didn't let her snatch it when you got up to speak to Neville," Luna stated, her voice airy. "I told her you hadn't given her permission to do that, and she got upset."
Ron looked like he was about to say something, his ears slightly red, but took one look at Harry and shivered before sitting back.
Harry sighed and sat down next to Luna again, wondering what the hell was going on with Hermione.
'She's been acting so weird lately,' He mused. 'First was her skiving off History of Magic, then her constant questions, then her insults to Ron, and now this? She has to be hiding something; there's no way she's not.'
His brows furrowed slightly. 'Could she be upset I've been hiding stuff from her? I do usually tell her and Ron everything… but Ron isn't nearly as miffed and I haven't told him much either. So it can't be that.'
'At first, I thought it was our exams, she usually gets a bit anxious around those,' Harry continued, shaking his head. 'But it can't be, she was fine when we got on the train. She only got upset when…'
He glanced at Luna, who was idly staring out of a window, watching the hills roll past.
But what could Hermione possibly have against Luna? Sure, Luna was incredibly smart, possibly just as smart as Hermione, but it wasn't like there was competition, Luna was a whole year under them.
'It couldn't have been just the tome, there's no way Hermione would lose it over something as small as that,' Harry muttered, staring at the book. 'Do Luna and her have bad blood between them? But they haven't really interacted much, have they? What could they possibly have against each other?'
Honestly, the possibility of that completely baffled him. Hermione was incredibly level-headed and far too rational for some petty argument, and Luna was– well, Luna. It seemed basically impossible.
Luna, meanwhile, was stuck in her own thoughts, half-ignoring, half-not noticing Ginny's concerned look.
'Why WAS I so defensive?' Luna wondered, idly checking herself for charms and compulsions. 'The tome has protections on it, it's not like Hermione would see what we're ACTUALLY studying.'
The thought oddly made her smile, a sort of private thing she had that nobody could interfere with.
'Is it… Maybe because he's my friend?' Luna muttered. 'He knows about my Mage Sight, not even Ginny knows that. Not to mention the Marks and the rings… I'm defensive of Ginny too, it could be a more extreme version of that?'
She nodded to herself, satisfied at that answer, or at least that's what she told herself as the announcement of them being close to the station came through the train.
She and Ginny kicked the boys out to change and were subsequently kicked out by the boys once it was their turn.
Hermione only came back once they arrived at the station, somehow wearing muggle clothing despite having her robes on when she'd stormed out.
She grabbed her trunk from the overhead rack without a word and only gave Harry and Ron a quick goodbye as they all got off the train.
Luna didn't have much time to wonder about Hermione's behavior as she saw her father and quickly ran over, embracing him in a hug.
"Hello, my little moon," Her father greeted, brushing her hair.
Luna beamed at him, feeling the familiar sense of comfort wash over her.
"Hi, dad!" She said as Sirius approached them.
He had Harry in a chokehold, messing with his hair, much to Harry's chagrin.
"Lemme go," Harry grumbled, trying and failing to break Sirius's grip.
Sirius grinned at Luna and her father, his magic shining to Luna's senses.
"Lovegood," Sirius greeted cordially as Harry finally broke free.
"Hello, Lord Black. I see the wrackspurts have left you alone," Luna's father replied seriously.
Luna giggled as Sirius blinked, clearly confused.
Harry made him lean down and whispered something in his ear, and Sirius' face morphed into mild understanding.
"Ah, well, err– thank you, Xenophilius," Sirius replied, clearing his throat. "Anyway, I wanted to invite you both to come over sometime. Harry's told me a lot about Luna, so I assume they're close."
Luna blinked as Harry blushed bright red, avoiding Luna's eyes.
"Sirius," He hissed in embarrassment. "I told you not to mention that!"
"Ah," Sirius grinned. "Well, anyway, we're at 12 Grimmauld Place if either of you want to come over. I'll leave the Floo open for you two."
Luna's father smiled and nodded. "Of course! As long as the mistletoe is cleaned of Nargles beforehand, it should be fine."
Sirius looked confused again and Luna giggled as Harry gave a quick explanation.
"Oh, err– of course!" Sirius recovered with all the grace of a House Lord. "We'll ensure they're all properly checked before you get there."
Xenophilius nodded again. "I trust you'll clear them all out, especially with Thanatos there."
Sirius did a double take. "How did you–"
Xenophilius did a small bow. "A pleasure to meet you, Lord Black. Hopefully, we can talk again soon, but we're running a bit late."
They left without another word, leaving Sirius confused in their wake.
He and Harry quickly left too, with Sirius shaking his head.
"Seriously, what the hell is a wrackspurt?" He sighed, making Harry snort.
Sirius elbowed him with a grin. "Get it? Seriously?"
Harry groaned, making Sirius grin wider. "Just when I thought I was safe…"
Sirius messed with his hair again. "You're never safe, dear Prongs Jr. The son of a Marauder simply must inherit the legacy we left!"
"Of what? Detentions?" Harry smirked, making Sirius fake growl at him.
"Well, excuse me, I don't see you struggling to uphold that legacy," Sirius replied.
"They weren't my fault!" Harry replied exasperatedly, hiding his amusement.
Sirius tsked, shaking his head. "Getting detention so much and them not being your fault? For shame, Harry. For shame."
The two quickly Floo'd back home, with Harry feeling an immense relaxation at knowing this was real. He was really never going back to the Durselys. He was free.
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Author's Note: And that's the chapter! Kind of rushed but I'm happy with it.
Winter break begins, and the first one where Harry doesn't stay at Hogwarts. Some tension between the trio, though it's to be expected.
I'll be honest, I'm unsure of this chapter just because of the Luna/Hermione interaction. Obviously neither are acting like their canon selves due to various reasons, and Hermione's ironic disdain for the unexplainable makes her a perfect foil for Luna and vice versa, but I'm iffy on the way Hermione reacted.
Trying to bring Neville in, to add a sort of brother-type relationship with Harry apart from Ron, who I have other plans with. He might go down a similar path to Hermione in terms of his future, but I'm unsure of that.
Was originally going to add the first official day of break too, with Harry in Sirius' house, but I ran out of time, so I'll add that next chapter.
Also, you all have one try to guess why Luna's having so much trouble with her mental domain. If it wasn't obvious already, it should be more obvious with this chapter. She's in the denial stage, not sure how long that'll last, to be honest. It could make for some fun moments, especially given her airy demeanor.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and I'll see you in the next one!