"While I hide my face in misery, exactly where are we to go now? We have no idea what we're doing, mind you," Terry pointed out as they formed a fellowship line down the dirt path.

"Beats standing around watching Professor Flitwick scarf muffins down," Susan replied, watching Professor Flitwick open up another Wunderbar.

"Which are surprisingly delicious!" He exclaimed as he followed behind Buck.

"Aye, if I'm not correct, it'll only take an hour o' so to get there," Buck informed them, marching down the long, dirt and rubble road.

"Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer, you take one down and pass it around, ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall," Draco sang in monotone, lifting his chin up to the sky and folding his arms behind his neck.

"Oh no, I hate that song!" Susan groaned, glaring at Draco from behind Professor Flitwick. Hermione loosened her tight grip around her luggage to circulate some air through her sweaty palms, then gripped them tightly again, speed walking past Draco.

As one of his twisted jokes, he stuck his foot out in her path. She tripped on his heavy combat boot with a thud, twisting her ankle as well as her anger.

"You lousy son of a-" She mumbled, attempting to get up and snatching her suitcases up. She fell back down with a shriek of pain and looked back at her ankle. "You twisted my ankle, you bastard!"

"It seems Draco can't contain his glee," Terry burned a hole through Draco with a glare and ran back over to Hermione, who obviously had not dared to make a second move.

"You idiot!" Susan screeched at Draco, punching him on the arm so forcefully it formed a pink and purple bruise.

"Damn, Bones! I was only kidding!" He swore, rubbing his arm and singing the next verse to the endless ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, which when he would get to one, most likely he'd start sing minus one bottles of beer on the wall.

"Since Draco's feelings are so inconsiderate, I'll carry you on my back," Terry offered, giving out a hand to help her up. Professor Flitwick and Buck turned around to check if she was okay and to carry her luggage.

"I'm afraid you're not strong enough, Terry, I will," Draco sighed, apologizing to Hermione, which she did not take.

"No, not him! He'll probably drop me!" Hermione warned, pointing at Draco accusingly.

"I won't!" He defended, lifting her up easily and cradling her in his arms, careful not to injure her any further and to steer clear of her ankle.

"No! Let me go!" Hermione struggled in his big arms, crinkling up her British band T-shirt.

"Professor Flitwick, Senior Idiot here won't let her go!" Susan complained with her, as all three whined in an angry, teenage fashion. Terry, Draco, Hermione, and Susan all kept pointing at one another and arguing, most glaring at Draco.

"This, sir, will be hell," Buck muttered, cradling Hermione's luggage on his broad shoulders.

"I dear say, teenagers are the most obnoxious sort of age stages!" Professor Flitwick shook his head as Susan claimed to have Draco on her hit list and Hermione threatened to tear out all of their vocal chords and hang them by Terry's big head if they didn't shut up this instant.

~~~~~~

"Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon," Hermione shouted to drain out Draco's insidious, boring singing as he neared thirty-two bottles of beer on the wall.

"Shut-up, shut-up, shut-up, shut-up, shut-up," Terry repeated over and over, smacking his head spontaneously with his dictionary.

"La la la! I'm not listening! Blah blah blah!" Susan shouted, closing her eyes tightly and sticking her two pointer fingers in her ears.

Buck stared blankly ahead, waiting for someone to walk up to him right then and blast his head open with tares and machine guns, when he spotted a car and shop up ahead and under the beaming sun.

Professor Flitwick spotted it too, and turned around to face the irritating four. "Listen up!" He shouted, apparently not getting through to them. "Listen up!" Still not listening, he hollered, "SHUT-UP!"

They snapped their heads down towards him in confusion.

"Well, you don't have to be so rude, Professor," Susan protested, removing her fingers out of her ears. Milady seemed to almost faint from the silence, having there been continuous and pointless shoutings, of course. The silence seemed deafening, overwhelming.

"We reached the town!" Professor jumped for joy and sped ahead to Buck, steering towards the train station to report the train wreck.

"You're ankle still hurt?" Draco whispered into Hermione's ear, exhaling warm breath upon it. Shivering, she still maintained a burning hatred for him.

"After two hours or so of hearing bottles of beer being passed around in my ear, I'm not quite sure of anything anymore," she cringed, flexing her ankle. Terry and Susan skipped over to the lovely town, Milady scampering by their sides and looking up at them with a beam every so often.

"Sorry for, you know, tripping you. It's in my nature, I'm practically surprised I even apologized," Draco whispered back, even though everyone else was rushing ahead.

"So am I," she stated blankly, not daring to stare into the depths of his eyes. She looked away and ahead of them as the heavy sun beat down on their hair and the wild grass scratched against Draco's pants. She continued rotating her foot and ankle to keep it from stiffening or paining any longer and looked back up at him as they neared the small town.

"Exactly what do you expect from half of this year?" She asked curiously as he glanced back down at her. He only sweats from the heat, not the lightweight of Hermione.

"I want peace and to discover something different than I already think of muggles. I want to prove myself wrong of how disgusting they are. I especially want reaction the first day we step into that school. We'll have this awkward aura, you know, that'll make them back away without thinking," he acknowledged as she returned to stare at Susan and Terry as they ran up to the old station with the adults. "And you?"

"Not exactly the same but in a sense. I went to a public elementary school when I was younger. I think I remember some skills from it, but this is going to be dreadful! Having to learn all of these new techniques the opposite of what they teach us at Hogwarts! I can handle it, but it won't be as fun as I'd hope it would be," Hermione answered, keeping the rest of the gang in earshot, "But what I'm looking forward to most is television."

"Uh...come again?" Draco asked, stepping onto the platform of the old, wooden train station.

"Television! TV? Well, I wouldn't expect you to know about it. It's a form of entertainment. Time slots of shows in which actors perform in."

"Like a Shakespeare piece?" He asked again as he joined the rest of the four.

"Well...it depends what channel you're on," she replied, attempting to hop down but he wouldn't let her.

"Oh, I see...what?"

Susan and Terry turned to them with glowing expressions, both eager and excited.

"That doesn't look good," Draco mumbled.

"We're going to London today! Finally!" Susan exclaimed, twirling around as her auburn hair whipped through the air.

"Yippee," Draco stated, giving Terry an unpleasant look.

"Indeed, Draco! We're going to London in a limo! The ministry heard about our accident, so they ordered a muggle transportation device to deliver us to the city!" Terry announced broadly as Buck and Professor Flitwick stood up to them.

"I dear say, we will be at London in a pinch of fairy dust!" Professor Flitwick swung his arm in front of him enthusiastically, jumping off the platform and onto the dirt road. It was small town, that if you lived in it, the mall would only be a block away. Hermione always wanted to live in one of those cozy, safe towns that were so ancient, some road on horses to get around. And it was true; a white, fuzzy horse with a long blond mane and tail thudded up to the four teenagers as Buck followed Professor Flitwick.

A boy that seemed about sixteen looked down upon them, golden hair that shone in the sunlight brushed in front of his forest green eyes. A ruffled beige swordplay shirt covered the upper half of his body, except for the slit down his chest, and tight, black leather pants tucked into long black boots covered the lower half of his body. He was the kind of gentleman Hermione would call Prince Charming.

"I would suppose you four are Draco, Hermione, Susan, and Terry?" He asked in a curious sort of tone, hopping off of his noble steed.

"No, I'm the magical elf of Middle Earth, and these are my fellow hobbits!" Draco exclaimed with much enthusiasm, beaming up at the tan teenager.

"Don't mind him, he's a deluded idiot," Terry apologized as Draco glared at him and smacked him upside his head. Terry slapped him back, and they broke out into a sissy fit.

"Right, I'm John," the boy greeted in a most polite manner, holding out a perfect hand to Hermione and Susan.

"Why, hello there, Farmer John!" Draco shouted in a thick, hillbilly tone, Terry kicking him in the shin. "That's it, Gandalf, you're going down!"

"I'm Hermione," Hermione rolled her eyes at them and smiled at John, holding out her hand to shake.

"I'm Susan and those two are Draco and Terry, whose asses are going to have my feet permanently imprinted on!" Susan screeched, kicking Draco in the ass. This was doing them no good.

Instead of shaking her hand, John bent down and kissed it suavely, making Hermione blush a light pink. He winked up at her and stood upright, staring over at the fighting threesome.

"You kicked me in the ass! You kicked ME in the ass! That's it, jolly fruitcake!" Susan threatened to Draco, slapping him across the cheek.

"Anyway," John shook his head and looked back up at Hermione, "I've been informed by my father to take you guys to the ranch and settle you up a few horses since The Ministry won't send you a limo directly here."

"Wait, you know about The Ministry?" She asked in puzzlement, glancing over at the three fight.

"Sure do, dad's a muggle and mum's a witch, and I didn't really have my heart set on a wizardry school."

"You miss out on a whole lot, then! What could be more fun than Hogwarts?" Hermione asked as he looked over at the two adults arguing over what to do.

"I've come to like public schools better," John shrugged and grinned at her, hopping back up on his steed and giving out his hand once more. "This is Sierra, she's the most kind horse you'll find around these parts. Hop on."

Hermione hesitated, peering down at Milady who was rubbing up against her leg. She never really rode a horse before, unless you count the time when she was six and she rode a slow pony in a circle at the pumpkin patch. But she wasn't going to ride it; he was steering, so she didn't have much to worry about.

She grabbed his hand in a tight embrace and threw one foot on top of Sierra and hopped on her, sitting behind John.

Terry looked up from the arguing and kicking of the shins and grinned, "Look, something you could never do, Draco!"

"What? I know all and do all," Draco looked up and snatched Susan's fist from punching his jaw, and saw who he calls Farmer John leaning back to whisper something into Hermione's ear. He didn't know why at the time, but something roused his anger and he snapped. "Where are you going, pretty boy?"

"To the stables. You're welcome to follow, Malfoy, but of what I see you're too distracted to comprehend the distance," John informed him, looking over to Professor Flitwick and Buck and whistled. "Meet us at the stables; it's just a distance down the road, you can't miss it."

Terry hesitated in front of the horse and backed away cautiously, "I would never touch those flea bags! I pass."

John looked down at him and glared, steering Sierra opposite of where she had been. "You should learn to hold your tongue when speaking in such a manner about my horses in front of me, warlock. I don't appreciate such a tone," he snapped, tapping Sierra to urge her forward, and they sped off down the dirt rode. Hermione giggled slightly, never having been in such an adrenaline rush before besides which. He glanced back at her and smiled, puffed beige sleeves flapping around his arms in the wind. Hermione held tightly onto him and looked back, seeing Draco dumfounded and fuming, Susan arguing with possibly herself, and Terry cringing and pulling out his handkerchief to dust himself off. He hadn't been such a clean freak lately, maybe he was toning it down because of Susan.

"You like Draco?" He asked out of no where, having to raise his voice out of the drowning thuds of hooves and dust flying around Sierra.

"Excuse me?" Hermione asked in confusion. How could he have made that assumption?

"Well, he gave me this evil eye, the look of jealousy only someone that has infatuated him would give," John answered, smirking. She hesitated a moment, and thought better than to think so. Draco didn't and will not ever like a mudblood. She laughed instead, a little nervous at that.

"Are you kidding me? Draco Malfoy, jealous of me? I'd expect him to do that towards Harry, but not me!"

"Are you so sure?" He grinned again, steering Sierra towards the stables.

"Almost possitive. You can't start liking a girl that you've hated for years in just three days," she kept insisting as Sierra slowed down at the steep hill and trampled down it, pulling up at the white fences boarding a circle of land.

"As you wish," John sighed, seating off and giving Hermione a hand to help her get off as well. Sneering at his offer, she hopped off on her own unsteadily but easily, and turned to face him with an indefinite look.

"I'm not all that helpless," she remarked, walking up to the porch of the stables and entering the dirt perished passage way to have a look-see at the horses.

John, smirking, followed to offer some suggestions of horses. But Hermione wasn't in the mood to play innocent, helpless little girl in distress. It was getting rather annoying to have people see her as that, which was the complete opposite. She could handle herself and certainly well think for herself, thank you very much.

"I know plenty about horses, no need to suggest anything of the sort," she retorted, obviously still a little touchy about the Draco liking her for some odd reason remark.

"What, did you go through a pony stage, too?" He asked with a laugh, a little stereotype about girls.

"Not every girl goes through that, John. I was plenty happy riding my bike, instead. Besides the matter, I like this one," Hermione replied, standing in front of a black stallion with a shining coat. John smiled up at the horse.

"This one's Jack-O-Lantern, named for his gold eyes that shine up at night. Rumor is he helped many lost riders find their way in the darkness, but that's just a rumor. We found him when he was young, now he's a stubborn old stallion," he told her, placing both hands at either side of his hips, "But we just call him Jack." She looked down from Jack and towards him.

"Doesn't matter, I'm just riding him into the next town, right?" Hermione asked, confused. Let’s hope only to the next town.

"Well...," he trailed off, looking about nervously, "You've gotta go through the Creepers."

She stared blankly back at him, afraid of what he might say next. "The Creepers?"

"Yep, it's a dark forest with many mysterious creatures crawling about. We gave it an old song that goes, 'Jeepers, creepers, where'd you get those peepers? Jeepers, creepers, where'd you get those eyes?' A really corny early twentieth century song, but ever since I can remember, it's been that way."

"You're family must be extraordinarily fond of movies," she mumbled, looking over to the entrance.

"So, ya left with out us, huh?" Susan pointed out at the doorway with Terry and Draco looking about.

"I'll pass. No way am I going in there," Terry's face flushed a pale green and he covered his mouth with his Ravenclaw handkerchief, transfixed on a horsefly that was flying towards him. With Terry running away, Draco pushed aside Susan and stormed over to 'Farmer John'.

"You little Amber-crombie fucker, just leave with out us! And add to it, you stole Hermione away with you as well!" Let's suppose that last phrase Draco shouted slipped out without him catching himself. He stopped walking for a moment and stood utterly still, rewinding back to what he had just said. Now confused and mumbling to himself, Hermione raised one eyebrow and turned to John.

"I guess he'll have that one," she pointed over to a smelly jackass in a stable at the corner of the area.

~~~~~~

Susan threw her balled up robe at Terry and giggled, frolicking through the fields of tall grass and blooming dandelions. Terry caught it and threw it back, chasing after her as Hermione smiled to herself. And they called it puppy love.

Draco stepped up beside her at the stable's entrance and folded his arms across his chest stubbornly. "Sick, isn't it?" He sneered, narrowing his eyes at the playful two.

Hermione glared up at him and elbowed him in the stomach, "Of course not! What would be sick is seeing you ever do that. Personally, I'd faint of laughter."

He glared down at her and was right about to retort a comeback, when John stepped up from behind them. "They're set to go! I suggest you leave to The Creepers before dusk or you guys will have a difficult time getting through the night," he told them, grasping the handles of Jack-O-Lantern and Q-bee, a young female with a dark shade of brown for a coat and a black mane.

"Goody," Draco stated with much hatred, "And how do you suppose I ride this thing?"

John laughed then at Draco's remark, tugging Jack and Q-bee outside of the stables. "Well, first you hop on the horse," he told him, explaining all of the fundamentals of riding a horse. Draco didn't catch on. He just stared at John in a smug way until he was finished.

"Okay, then I get Jack, he can have Q-bee," Hermione claimed, jabbing a thumb at Draco.

John gave another rich, handsome laugh, "I'm afraid all of you only get three horses. Meaning two to a horse."

"Oh, delightful! I've never ridden a horse before!" Professor Flitwick exclaimed, jumping up from behind them, having come down to look at the horses a little earlier.

"Hell am I sharing a horse with any of these people!" Draco yelled in John's pretty face, "That red head is clearly nuts, Mr. Clean might scrub soap on my hair, and Hermione is....is....Hermione! A know it all, bushy haired girl!"

"You're no prize in a porno either, Draco," Hermione rolled her eyes, grabbing Jack's holster and tugging him into the sunlight.

"I AM a prize in a porno and a sex toy included at exclusive purchase!" Draco insisted, following her and out of earshot from the others, "Please, you know you want me."

"HA!" Hermione exhaled in his face, having to lean upwards at the height difference. "Stop being so full of yourself and stop acting...odd! Why aren't you calling me a mudblood and bombarding me with insults?"

"Because Potthead and Weasel aren't here, why else? They tick me off, and so do you! You stand up for everyone's rights like friends mean everything! In the long run, friends will never matter! Doesn't matter who you know today, Granger! Trust no one, got it? People are maggots, don't go off trying to protect them any time soon, I warn you!" Draco exclaimed, pissed at his sudden change of attitude. He had a major mood swings.

"You're wrong! Friends help you out and you can trust them! Sorry if you've never had a true friend, Draco, but the few friends I have I'd like to cherish!" Hermione remarked, folding her arms across her chest and turned away, looking down at the dirt road.

"Whatever," he hissed, storming over to Jack and sticking one foot at the side of the saddle and hoisting himself up, getting the hang of it already. "Come on."

"No, you can ride with Terry," she replied stubbornly, trotting away with her arms still folded. Draco groaned and rolled his head up to the bright sun. Dark gray clouds were connecting to only let one last ray from the sun let through. It was going to rain heavily soon, he could tell. He trotted Jack over to Hermione who was walking to the stables again.

Steering Jack in front of her, she looked up at him and glared, "Move!" She shouted at the God on the horse. The last rays from the sun hit him to make him glow like an eternal being, or her prince in not-so-shining armor.

"Come on, Hermione," he answered softly this time, brows furrowing, "It's about to rain. I say we hitch the hell out of here and the rest will follow with our crap. If we don't, they're just going to keep stalling and we'll never make it through that stupid forest or the storm."

Hermione looked back down to the ground, expression clearing up a little. "But we can't just leave them here!"

"Please, I know we're of superior beings, but they can handle themselves!"

Hermione looked back to John, who was talking to Professor Flitwick about horse handling. Once he got done talking, she speed walked over to him. "John, we plan on going now. Is there some station we can drop the horses off at?"

"Yea, right when you get out of The Creepers, it's my brother's ranch. I can pick them up tomorrow. The only way of transportation in this small town is by horse or carriage, honestly. So you tell Jake my brother that I sent you, k?" John explained, leaning against a chipping white post.

"Okay, thanks!" Hermione replied, pecking him on the cheek quickly before running back over to Draco.

John, blushing faintly, peered back over at her and whistled with a smirk, "Can't wait to see her again..."

Draco, on the other hand, cringed. He's the jealous type, as you can already tell. He didn't even give the decency to say good-bye to any of them as they whisked off with Hermione clutching onto Draco's stomach.

~~~~~~

"Well, I can see we're not going to get very far," Draco muttered as Jack trotted down the rubble and dirt path through the dark and creepy forest. "We could get lost."

"This whole place is made up of one path, if you couldn't tell already. If we get lost, we must not be as intelligent as we thought we were," Hermione mumbled back leaning against his tense back.

"But on a brighter note, if we don't get lost we'll get eaten! Either way we're screwed, right?"

"You're the one that persisted we go then and there, Draco! I bet if we were with the others, we wouldn't be as frightened."

"Frightened? A Malfoy? HA! I laugh at the face of danger!"

"So follows the theory of danger actually having a face..."

"Shit! I forgot Milady! DAMN IT! She's probably thinking, 'Hey? What the hell are these dimwits talking about and why am I to think about it?'"

"Hey, where did you get Milady anyway?"

"I found her fighting off or running away from a bunch of stray dogs at the beginning of summer break when I went to...to..." Draco couldn't tell Hermione of all people about what happened over summer break. Originally, he had found her hissing at the stingy guard dogs at the front of the empty, ancient Wizardry prison where he they were to sacrifice a muggle, but he wasn't going to tell her that anytime soon. "To my sick Aunt's house. Milady was a stray, and she was extraordinary, so I decided to keep her. Nothing big."

"Yes there is. That means Mr. Meany Malfoy has a soft spot! That is so adorable!"

"Shut-"

A long, piercing howl filled the night with despair, cutting Draco's comeback off short. They had been traveling on Jack a while and it had already been nightfall. He looked up to see if the moon was full, but the thick layers of dry leaves blocked the sky from view. He couldn't even tell if it were raining because of the leaves; he heard something of somewhat that sounded like rain, but it could have only been the rustling of leaves. It was still summer, leaves weren't supposed to be so crisp.

"I have two guesses on what that was," Hermione said with a hint of fear, snapping her head to look behind her from paranoia.

"Yea, well I have one," Draco croaked a whisper, steadying Jack to the side to have a better look. Hermione squeezed Draco tightly, burying her right cheek into the black cotton of his shirt. He peered down the windy path again as leaves rustled to the other side and branches scratched against the barrier of other decaying trees. "Werewolf; only they make that sound of agony and hate and hunger. No wolf itself could ever brings its howl to such a high scream."

Another high pitched howl, this time nearer, sent shock waves up their shivering spines. The wind and rustling of leaves stopped hurdling themselves at one another and shifted to a dead silence; unreadable to tell if it were a sign of danger or change of weather. They took it as a threat.

"Go," Hermione whispered, gulping down vile and the sweat taste of fear. Draco kicked Jack hastily with a loud grunt and the horse sped down the path, eyes glowing a magnificent gold/orange. Jack grunted and huffed, hooves beating against the dirt and crunching up dry leaves to bits. Draco pushed Jack onward and kept it that way, again hearing the painful cry of a werewolf.

Hermione squeezed onto his shirt tightly, about to shear it off, and looked behind her. There was a few rustling of trees and shaking of bushes that made her want to disappear into a lovely cascade of flowers and fountains, away from the fright.

Another piercing howl sent their stomach's twisting into an organic knot and their fear flying all around without warning. Whatever it was, it was feeding on their fear. Guess it wasn't your friendly Lupin type of werewolf. After a few minutes or so of stampeding down the path that felt like a gateway to Sleepy Hollow, they slowed down, not hearing another howl. They slowed down to an easy pace, and caught their breath with in a few moments.

Chest pounding, Draco stated, "Maybe it wasn't meant for us. They might be behind us. Maybe it caught up with them."

"Please don't tell me that right now," Hermione whispered, still clutching onto his shirt with out thinking of it.

"We're a bunch of lucky bastards," he mumbled, steering Jack the glowing horse to a more direct path.

~~~~~~

They made it out alive.

"Guess Farmer John meant it when he warned us," Draco mumbled as Jack slowed down a bit more, looking about for a nearby ranch.

"Well, you sure catch onto things fast," Hermione replied sarcastically, at last letting go of him and returning to her stubborn self.

"There, the damn ranch, finally," Draco pointed out, pointing his index finger to the left side of the road. It was about to turn into a cement road if they turned a sharp corner, but Jack leaped ahead to the ranch with joy.

"The nightmare is over," Hermione breathed with a sigh of relief, steadying herself by gripping his shoulders.

"No, it's just beginning. This was like lesson one, think of how the rest of the year is going to be," he reminded her as they slowed down in front of the horse ranch. A small, white house laid nearby with a picket fence and one floor.

"What do you think happened to the rest of them?" Hermione asked shakily before they were to saddle off. Draco hesitated a moment too long for Hermione's blood. "If they don't make it out by sunrise, I'm going back in."

"Don't be nuts, Hermione," Draco warned her, hoisting himself off and giving her a hand to take. She stared at it again for about a moment or so, then hoisted herself off on her own. Draco shrugged and fought the urge to shiver in the dampness and below normal temperature degree of the weather. Hermione walked around Jack and patted his rough head softly.

"I'm not being crazy, I just don't want anyone to get hurt or threatened any longer," she replied as they walked over to the house in hopes of someone actually living there.

"Look at it this way. If we go back in, we have a strong chance of getting killed ourselves. But if we go straight to London tomorrow and call the police if they don't come out, we'd actually have back up. What use would it be if they're already dead and we go in there for no apparent reason?" He asked, looking down at her with a gentle gaze. She shrugged in response.

"I hate being helpless, sometimes," she whispered to herself, not daring to follow Draco's direct gaze at her.

"I hate being questioned," Draco sighed, patting Jack's head as well.

"And I hate trespassers," a thick southern voice added, pointing his loaded rifle to their innocent heads.

+TBC+

Chapter Six of Thoughtless: I swear to Buddha that if they don’t make it to London sixth chapter, I’ll literally kick myself in the ass! I KNEW I’d delay it! How did I know?!? ANYWAY, I hope they get to London next chapter. Let’s just say that.

Author’s Note: Sorry it’s been so long, I’ve been lazy and bored. Not as much as writer’s block, as it is carelessness. Now I’ll be working on Damned Eyes, GRREAT. Damn, this is taking forever…and shit, I have to come out with my new fanfiction, soon. Double shit. I’m really tired. I told myself I HAVE to upload today. Yawn, I’m so tired. Damn. I’m going to go to bed, review or flame, go ahead. Doesn’t matter to me. We all die anyway, right? Heh. I have a writing convention Monday, means I get to skip school. But means I have to think up a plot. I’m going to bed, see ya.

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