Long chapter (5,461 words) with a long a/n at the end! :))

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Bubbles pop, wounds heal, sicknesses pass, some things in life were just temporary. The sad thing is that you never know what is going to leave your life before it is already gone.

The friend group's safe bubble was bound to pop eventually, with war infecting it, but their wounds were bound to be healed. Eventually.

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29 August 1979

Regulus had been debating what he wanted to do after Hogwarts for quite some time. He had thought about healing, but decided he didn't want the long hospital hours—no matter how much Lily wanted him to pursue that. A few other ideas swirled through his head, but he had quite the amount of money to live off of at the moment, so there was no rush for him.

Yet, it seemed the world had had other ideas. Regulus had received a message patronus to visit Doodledorf's office, which had freaked out Craig quite a bit, but he was sure everything would be fine. Doodles probably just needed help with something.

Every time he walked through the castle corridors, the atmosphere seemed to get darker. Perhaps, this was only because there were no students there to fill up the air with laughter. Although, the war was apparent whether the children were at Hogwarts or not.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked and was granted entry into Dumbledore's office. Unlike Sirius, Regulus had been a bit tamer during his time at Hogwarts, which meant he hadn't visited Dumbledore's office anywhere as near the amount of times that his older brother had.

"Mr Black, I'm sure this took you by surprise," Dumbledore greeted him with a brief handshake—which seemed oddly formal to Regulus—before he sat down across from the headmaster.

"Yes, professor, I was definitely not expecting this, but I won't complain," Regulus responded kindly with a charming grin.

Dumbledore adopted a somber expression, one that Regulus had not seen the man wear many times. The  feeling in the air shifted almost immediately and Regulus began to grow nervous. Why was he called here?

"I'm aware that Mr Geyer offered you a home away from your parents and that you accepted, however, many people are still concerned on where your beliefs stand as far as the war goes."

It seemed like there was more that Dumbles wished to say, but the man still paused to see what Regulus had to say—if anything at all.

"I do not believe people should be killed because of their parentage, if that's what you want to know," he replied bluntly.

"I had no doubt that you felt that way as you remind me quite a bit of your brother," Regulus snorted at this, "but it is other people we need to worry about."

"What do you mean, sir?"

"People on both sides of the war do not trust you simply because of you leaving your parents house so abruptly-"

"With all due respect, professor, if they can accept Sirius leaving Grimmauld Place and going to the Potters, then they can accept me leaving and living with Craig. I don't think it's too difficult to understand," he interrupted.

Regulus hadn't really spoken about leaving Grimmauld Place to anyone except Craig and Sirius. He hadn't really wished to speak about the process with Dumbledore, but he didn't have enough momentum to get up and leave. Besides, maybe there was something more important the headmaster had yet to say.

"I'm sure that they will learn that you are just as trustworthy as your brother, but our side of the war is not what I am worried about," Dumbledore spoke wisely, the somber look not gone from his face.

"You're worried about Death Eaters trusting me?" Regulus spat with a disgusted expression. "I refuse to get in the good books with any of them. I had to do that for far too long and I'm not going back."

"No, you misunderstand me. I meant that I am worried about their anger towards you. You see, Walburga Black has not burned you off the family tree and refuses to make anyone else the Black heir."

"Well, why has she done that?" Regulus asked, now slightly confused.

Were they talking about the same woman that had gleefully burned Sirius off the family tree and disowned him the minute he left?

"I can't be sure, I've only received this information by eavesdropping, so I'm afraid that I did not get every question answered. Although, by doing so, she has angered many people because they think that they should have some share of the Black inheritance once she dies."

"So, they've channeled this anger towards me and not the old hag?" Regulus sighed.

"Unfortunately so," Dumbledore replied, folding his hands over his lap.

"Is this just a warning?"

"Pardon?"

"Did I just get called here for you to warn me about my insane relatives or was there something else you wanted?" Regulus asked shortly.

"I wanted to make sure we kept in touch in the event that you are in immediate danger-"

"You don't think I'm in immediate danger right now then?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"I believe you are safe at the moment, yes, but we will need to form a long-term plan."

Not long after that, Regulus apparated home to his shared flat to find Craig reading the Daily Prophet. He looked serenely peaceful while reading, yet Regulus knew this was not the case as the front page had another nasty headline.

SEVEN MUGGLES KILLED OVERNIGHT

In one of the worst muggle killings this month, an unknown group of people have struck in a small town just thirty minutes from London. Officials say the attack was like similar incidents before it. They urge the public to stay on high alert,
no matter who you are. (pg. 4 for more info)

Regulus scoffed at the 'unknown group of people.' Everyone knew that these people were Voldemort's followers called Death Eaters, yet the Ministry still decides to ignore this fact. How irresponsible. He hoped that they would buck up soon and just write the whole truth.

"Did the meeting go alright?" Craig asked nervously.

He wasn't too sure what to expect or what to do in this situation, as Craig had never been in it before. Regulus was his first relationship and even more so, this was his first war. How were you supposed to react when your boyfriend was called into a spontaneous meeting with one of the biggest names in the war?

"Well, Doodles did the liberty of telling me some not-so great news on this fine morning," Reg spoke before stealing Craig's mug and taking a sip of his coffee.

"And what did he have to say?" Craig said, starting to get impatient.

"My lovely relatives are after me and that I may be in danger sooner rather than later," Regulus replied like it was a casual matter.

"He what!?!" Craig nearly spat out his coffee that he had stolen back from Reg.

"Walburga didn't burn my name off the tapestry like she did Sirius's," he shuddered at the memory, "which means I'm still the Black heir, despite me not living there."

"So, they're after you?" Craig reiterated.

"Yep."

"How're you not freaking out, Reg? This is a big deal!" Craig spoke hurriedly.

"I'm not in immediate danger-"

"Have you heard some of the stories you've told me? You are most certainly in immediate danger," Craig argued, getting up from the couch.

"Yes, Craig, I have had to live through those stories, so believe it or not I have heard them! Dumbledore thinks I should be fine for now! Why can't we just leave it at that?" Regulus spoke while becoming more irritated.

"Well, I think you should speak to Sirius about-"

"I am not talking to Sirius about this," he blatantly refused.

"Why not? He's your brother and he understands your family better than anyone else you talk with will," Craig tried to reason.

"Leave it, Craig."

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30 August 1979

Remus woke up with a positive attitude for once. He had always been on the pessimistic side—which Sirius and James always scolded him for—but that particular August morning, he seemed to be looking on the bright side of things.

He walked into the kitchen intending on making himself a quick cup of tea and having a late lie in, but it appeared like the world had other plans for him. The phoenix floated into the room, left its message, and vanished as soon as it had came. This looked like a tell tale sign that Remus's positive outlook would be ruined by the time he got to Hogwarts.

Yet, he tried his best to keep a positive attitude while walking through the corridors, which had professors running every which way making sure everything was in order for tomorrow.

Remus found that Dumbledore's office door was magically propped open—which was odd considering this had never been the case before—but he sat down and waited for the headmaster to return to his office.

While waiting, his nerves outgrew his positive outlook, causing him to become more anxious about the meeting itself and other war events. It was evident that the war wasn't stopping soon, unless, of course, some abrupt end stopped the fighting.

Dumbledore rushed into the room at a brisk pace with his usual sense of authority accompanying him. Yet, Remus couldn't help but think that ever since he and the marauders had graduated from Hogwarts, Dumbledore had started to look at them as mutuals. He greatly appreciated this as it made the meetings a bit more comfortable.

"As you know, Remus, we have been drawing these training sessions to a close for a while now, as I feel that you're ready to start your actual Order mission soon. However, I believe it would be beneficial to go over the ground rules once again."

Remus nodded in agreement and waited for the headmaster to continue.

The professor handed him a notebook with an especially odd looking lock on it. Remus took it into his hands before realising that the lock resembled the ones at the gates of Potter Manor. Although, they were smaller in size, he reckoned since the design looked the same, the way that one would use them must be the same too.

He grasped his wand from his pocket and stuck it into the lock, while turning slowly to allow the lock to crack open. Once open, it revealed a regular looking notebook—except for the front page. On this page was the rules that Dumbledore had spoken about and laid out for Remus multiple times. These were non-negotiable.

#1. Remus cannot be with them during a full moon because of how dangerous it would be.

This rule seemed pretty straightforward, which is why it's the first and strictest rule that was put in place. Risking Remus's safety during a full moon was not something that Doodles was interested in, in the slightest bit.

#2. He cannot write to anyone as it would raise suspicions since most other werewolves don't have family to write to.

This rule would be the most difficult to follow for Remus. Ever since he had gone to Hogwarts, his friends had become his safety net. How was he supposed to not communicate with them for several days or weeks at a time?

#3. He is to keep a journal during his time with the werewolves, but he must use special quills with invisible ink.

This rule explained why the journal had a lock on it. The main mission for Remus was for him to get as much information about the werewolves as possible. In order to get this information back to the Order, the journal was connected to one that looked exactly the same as Remus's except the invisible words Remus was writing actually showed up.

"These rules seem easy enough," Remus broke the heavy silence.

Dumbledore just nodded in response. He looked awfully tired and as if something had been bothering him. Perhaps, that was just the war's effect on him.

"If it's alright with you, I would like to start this Order mission as soon as possible. I doubt you have missed it, but the Prophet has been advertising the fact that werewolf attacks are on the rise. We desperately need information on this."

"When were you thinking?" He asked with raised eyebrows.

"I had after you recovered from the next full moon in mind, that way you're healthy and can spend a good two weeks with them if needed without being in serious danger," Dumbledore replied in a smooth tone.

"Sounds good to me," he paused for a moment, "where's Timmy?"

Remus didn't particularly like Timmy Eliope, but they had been training together for quite some time now and it was odd that he hadn't shown up. In fact, Remus hadn't even noticed until now, but the room really lacked something when Timmy wasn't there. Was it arrogance?

"Mr Eliope died last Tuesday," the headmaster replied, his face falling into an even more somber expression.

The almost casual way that Dumbledore spoke shocked Remus to his core. He had been interacting with Timmy since he was eleven, and all of a sudden he was just gone?

Remus left his office in a daze with multiple thoughts screaming in his brain. The first and most prominent was that he didn't know what he would do if any of his friends ended up like Timmy. They were being endangered just by associating with him.

The marauders would never leave him—even if they were being put in danger—but Remus could think of one tie he could sever. Of course, it would be painful, but he felt it necessary before leaving for his mission.

The marauders had occupied themselves with a game of exploding snap while Remus was gone, and by the looks of things, they had gotten through a few rounds unsuccessfully. There were ash spots where the cards had exploded and Peter had ash all over his face.

"How was the meeting, Moony?" Sirius asked as his attention was drawn from the game to the arrival of his friend.

"It was-"

The explosion of a card interrupted Remus's sentence. Sirius coughed as the card had been placed by him on the table. You could see his disgusted face through the cloud of smoke.

"So, how was the meeting?" James grinned at Sirius's displeasure and turned to face Remus.

"It was fine, just fine. We went over the rules and established a date and everything," Remus spoke vaguely.

"How was Eliope?" Peter said, not noticing Remus's face drop at the mention of Timmy.

"He died actually."

"Merlin Wormy, talk about bad timing," Sirius chided Peter, who looked uncomfortable.

"That's a bummer," James frowned, not really knowing what else he could say.

"Yeah, a bummer," Remus said before going to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

Watching from the kitchenette, he saw his friends move through another round of cards as he mulled over his muddled thoughts. His top priority was making sure he was ready for his mission, which was sure to prove itself as difficult and grueling. Yet, he couldn't stop another thought from popping into his brain and distracting him.

James walked into the room with a large smile on his face. He had far too many worry lines for a twenty year old.

"How're you and Lily doing, Prongs?" Remus spoke casually.

"We're hanging in there. Lily reckons the war is going to get worse before it gets better, but how much worse is worse, y'know?" James stole Remus's water and drank the rest from the glass.

"Oi! Get yourself your own water," Remus rolled his eyes at the childish behavior. "But, yes, I know what you mean. How many more deaths are we gonna read in the Prophet before it's over?" He replied as James refilled Remus's glass and handed it to him.

"Well, I guess we just have to trust good ole Dumbles."

"Where are the girls anyway?" Remus asked, getting slightly shaky.

"They're at Mary and 'Lene's place. Lily was sad she didn't see you this morning," James responded.

"I'll go over to see her, besides, I need to talk to Mary," Remus spoke logically.

"Okay, everything alright?" James made direct eye contact with him.

"Mostly," Remus shrugged it off while he made his way out the door.

It would be fine, right? Everything had to be fine. Eventually.

He knocked on the door with as much oomph as he could muster in a situation like this. His breathing became more erratic and he could feel the effects of the upcoming full moon harsher. It's just Mary.

Lily answered the door and squealed when she saw Remus standing there. Her excitement seemed to wash away most of his anxieties, just like it had at the best of times too.

"Remus! I was worried that I would have to leave before you came back!" Lily hugged him tightly.

"I'm glad to see you too, Lily," Remus laughed.

Remus was ushered inside quickly and he found the three other girls sitting in a circle with various magazines, most of which he did not recognize. They greeted him cheerfully before resuming whatever conversation they had been having about some famous singer getting married.

Remus caught Mary's eye and gestured towards the door. Thankfully, she got the message and followed back out into the hallway.

"You look nervous," Mary pointed out.

"Really? I had no idea," Remus said sarcastically.

"Alright, well, let's just sit down and take a few deep breaths," Mary sat down and gestured for him to do the same.

"We're in the middle of a hallway, Mary," he protested.

"And? People have probably done much worse in this hallway," Mary shrugged, "are you sitting down or not?"

"Fine."

Remus sat down next to Mary and sighed as he gathered his thoughts. She seemed to know what he was trying to say though, so she took the chance to interrupt his thought train.

"You called me out here to break up with me, right?" Mary asked in a quiet voice.

Remus wasn't surprised she had said this out loud since Mary had always been the bold type. He admired that about her actually. Remus obviously had to be a certain level of bold by hanging around James and Sirius, but being bold was never one of his defining characteristics.

"Yeah, I did. How did you know?" He spoke apologetically.

"I could just tell, Remus, and I thought that being aware would make this easier, but alas, I was wrong," Mary gave him a sad smile.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't go apologizing, please. It's not your fault and I think we both knew this would happen eventually, right?" Mary squeezed Remus's hand.

"I did actually," Remus leaned back against the wall.

"I'm gonna go join the girls, and I think you should spend some time with the marauders. They make you happy and I want you to be happy, alright?" Mary said.

"You made me happy."

"Well, I'm glad, but maybe this will be better for the long run," Mary got up from where she had been sitting and Remus noticed she brushed a tear from her cheek. "See ya later, Lupin."

"Same to you, Macdonald."

It seemed that Mary and Remus weren't meant to be together. They were just another temporary thing in this cruel, war-drawn world.

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31 August 1979

Before Craig had apparated to Hogwarts, he and Regulus had gotten in yet another argument about his meeting with Dumbledore. They took the same exact stances as the other day, but being as stubborn as they were, there was no compromise in sight. Yet.

He hadn't wanted to leave things on such terms, seeing as Craig was needed full time at Hogwarts and couldn't see Regulus except on the weekends. Yet, they had resolved that they would write about a time and a place to meet in Hogsmeade—even if Craig had mentioned how dangerous it was for Regulus to be walking around. (Regulus had argued back that no one would dare attack him in public.)

There he was standing in front of his bedroom door, sighing, and wishing that the stupid war would just leave everyone alone.

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1 September 1979

Admitting defeat was not in his nature, but Regulus decided to finally take Craig's advice and go to Sirius about the problem. That morning, Regulus had written to Craig explaining what he had planned to do and apologizing for being a stubborn prat.

Regulus had been to the marauders' place before, but knocking on the door seemed more daunting than the other times had. Yet, he persisted and reminded himself that Craig was right and he needed to speak with Sirius.

Before he even knocked on the door, he spotted the marauders struggling to support Remus down the hallway. Peter was running in front of the other three with the keys in hand. He nearly screamed when he saw Regulus standing at the door. Sirius had the same reaction and he almost dropped his half of Remus's body weight onto James.

"What're you doing here, Reg?" Sirius asked with a croaky voice.

"I-I needed some advice with something," Regulus swallowed thickly.

Sirius looked extremely tired the closer he got to the door, which Peter had now opened. Regulus noticed that the rest of the boys also looked really tired. Yet, the most concerning was Remus, who looked like he had gone to hell and back overnight.

"Can't you just come back later? We've got to deal with some stuff," Sirius spoke harshly as they walked into the flat. Regulus flinched at the tone of voice.

"No, Sirius, you can help your brother with the advice because you will regret it later if you don't," Remus spoke moodily.

"But you're-"

"I'm fine, go talk to your brother," Remus walked to the couch and collapsed onto it. James, who had been following him, placed a blanket over top of him before retreating to Remus's room to sleep.

"So, you need advice with something?" Sirius started with an unsure expression.

"Yeah, and I'm sorry for interrupting whatever that was," Regulus mentioned the chain of the events that had led to them sitting together in the kitchen.

"It's alright, just a late night."

"I guess I'll just cut right to the chase then," Regulus paused for a short moment. "Dumbledore called me to his office the other day and told me that our relatives are after me."

"What?!? Why?" Sirius's eyes widened.

"Apparently, Walburga refuses to burn me off the tapestry and officially disown me, which means-"

"Which means, you're still the Black heir! I reckon she can't wrap her head around raising two disappointments, eh?" Sirius softly smiled despite the situation at hand.

"I suppose I did have them fooled for quite a while," Regulus trailed off and shared a meaningful look with Sirius. "What d'you think I should do?"

"Well, the best thing you can do right now is lay low. I assume Dumbles is drawing up a plan?" Sirius questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, he is," he confirmed.

"Then, that settles it, you'll just have to keep a quiet presence."

"That shouldn't be too difficult."

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15 September 1979

As Lily walked down the street, the other pedestrians could feel the excitement radiating off of her presence. She recognized this herself too, but she couldn't find it in her to care about the odd looks she was receiving as she grinned almost manically. Lily was going to see Petunia for the first time in such a long time that nothing else mattered. Nothing.

She hadn't mentioned it to anyone, but Lily had been thinking about reaching out to Petunia in a letter for quite some time now. However, she never found enough courage to carry out that task, so it was lucky Petunia had.

Before she knew it, Lily reached the muggle cafe the two were supposed to meet at and walked in. It smelled like fresh pastries and coffee grounds. Although she liked the smell and felt welcomed by it, the rest of the atmosphere felt wrong.

Maintaining her minimal calmness, Lily sat down at a corner table with a view of the rest of the cafe. She smiled at the worker behind the register and looked around to see a few more customers enjoying their coffees. All except for one man, who sat there expressionless.

"Who're you waitin' for?" He spoke in a gruff voice.

Something about him sent off a few red flags in Lily's brain. It might've been the fact that he didn't face her while speaking as if he wanted to hide his face or that his muggle clothing looked extremely mix-matched, almost like a wizard had chosen the outfit.

"My sister, she's late," Lily responded shortly, debating whether or not she should leave.

Ultimately, she decided she should stay to see if Petunia actually showed up or if this was some cruel joke. It's just a creepy man. The clock ticked on as she saw the man shift in his seat and reach into his pocket to grab something. Instinctively, she pulled out her own wand just in case.

She watched as he turned to face her and let out a gasp. It was Henry. He looked much more weathered than the last time she had seen him with a scar cutting across the middle of his face. But she would never forget his eyes. They still haunted her in the middle of the night.

"Ya miss me, Evans?" Henry snarled.

"No, and it's Potter now," Lily stood up from her seat the same time he did.

The clerk behind the counter had now cowered on the floor. They couldn't see him, so unless the worker did anything stupid, he wouldn't be in harms way.

Henry shot a curse at Lily which she so easily deflected. The Order of the Phoenix training really did help.

Curse after curse, jet after jet of light was sent in both directions. Tables and cups were being smashed in half, littering the floor with debris.

"The Dark Lord was proper upset when he heard you escaped unscathed, he hadn't even cared that I killed your mother," Henry said with an evil grin.

Lily sent each curse after that with extra malice in hopes he would be able to feel the hatred from the heat of each one. He deserved it.

"So, of course, I had to return to my mission and really destroy your family. I have to take away it's precious Lily-flower," Henry practically yelled now.

Only two people were allowed to call her Lily-flower, her father and James. Since her father was dead, only James was allowed to call her that. This was a clear boundary she had put up since the beginning of sixth-year, and she wasn't going to let some dirty murderer change that.

With all of the might she could muster, Lily cast an extremely strong Stupefy in his direction. Henry did not see this coming and was jetted backwards into the wall after failing to cast a Protego. He was knocked unconscious.

Taking this to her advantage, she sent a message patronus to Dumbledore informing him briefly about what had happened. He could get all the fine details later, she wanted Henry to rot in Azkaban.

Perhaps this seemed particularly spiteful, but Lily Potter reckoned she didn't care anymore. He took away her mother and that was something that she would never forgive. He purposefully drove a wedge through her family, causing her an enormous amount of emotional pain.

Just as she was about to assess the damage around her, a few figures apparated directly in front of her. This caused her to stumble into someone behind her unexpectedly.

"Sorry professor," Lily apologized to Minnie with a slight grimace.

Since knocking out Henry, she had acquired a particularly nasty headache. It could be cured by one simple potion, yet she had none with her, so she would just have to push through the pain.

"That's quite alright, dear," Minnie responded with a reassuring smile.

Lily looked up again to see Dumbledore, Moody, and the Potters all standing in a circle speaking in hushed voices. It appeared as if Euphemia and Moody were arguing about something while Fleamont and Dumbledore stood near them and interjected every so often.

"Mrs Potter, we are going to need you to spend some time at the Order Safe House," Moody spoke gruffly.

Lily's eyes widened to the size of saucers. She was not expecting them to demand her return to the safe house. She had been surprised by their complete lack of care. What if she had been hurt?

"No, I am not going to the safe house again," Lily point blank refused.

"Let's check her health first-"

Minnie tried to draw attention to the fact that Lily had been fighting a literal Death Eater and could be hurt, but it seemed some people were too set on the idea of following protocol.

"That's important, Minerva, I agree, but Alastor needs to ask her a few questions once she gets to the safe house-"

"I'm not going," Lily reiterated.

"But it's protocol," Moody furrowed his eyebrows.

"Did you hear her the first time? No means no!" Euphemia practically yelled, silencing everyone in the room.

Maybe that's what Mia and Moody what were arguing about earlier...

"I quite agree with Euphemia, Albus, Lily is old enough to make her own decisions and cannot be dictated by the Order," Minnie spoke up, clearly still irked about being interrupted earlier.

"Very well then, but Mrs Potter must have a week off from the Order to make sure she's alright," Dumbledore finally concluded.

Despite her splitting headache and hatred for everyone in the room minus the Potters and McGonagall, her heart fluttered because someone had actually called her Mrs Potter. She hadn't heard many people call her that before except for Marlene, who took every chance she got.

"I'll take care of him, best wishes Mrs Potter," Moody said, turning to grab Henry Smith.

Lily nodded in acknowledgment and watched as Moody hauled Henry away, who was showing no signs of regaining consciousness anytime soon.

"Thank you, Mia, I don't know what I would've done if I was forced to go to the safe house again," Lily hugged Mia tightly.

"No problem, sometimes us women have to put men in their place, which I don't mind doing one bit. Tell James I said hello," Mia said with a smile.

"I will, bye Fleamont," Lily prepared to apparate.

"Goodbye dear," he grinned as she left.

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NEW ARREST: HENRY SMITH

The man responsible for the murder of Rose Evans last year has finally been put behind bars at Azkaban. He was captured after attacking Lily Potter, Rose Evans' daughter, at a muggle cafe. Mrs. Potter has declined to speak to the press. She, however, is in good health after the attack.

The aurors occupied with this case have released the information that Henry Smith was branded with a tattoo on his left forearm. Under truth serum Smith told authorities that this was the official mark for 'Death Eaters' or followers of He-who-must-not-be-named. (See picture to the left) The Ministry asks the public, once again, not to panic and to turn anyone in with this tattoo.
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Author's Note:

Lots of couple drama this chapter, but without fighting, they wouldn't be realistic.

No poem this chapter because I couldn't finalize anything by the time I wanted to update!

I thought I would draw out the plans for the rest of the book just so y'all know what is in store for the future.

Right now, I have 34 chapters planned (total) including the epilogue at the end. Also, I'm planning on putting all the poems in one chapter at the end, which would make the book total 35 chapters! :))

I am planning on finishing this book by the end of my school year. (For reference, my last school day is June 8!) Then, I'll do some editing and such before starting anything new.

I also just started having two studyhalls everyday, which could mean I will have more time to write for more frequent updates. However, my keystones (state testing... ew) are coming up, so I have to do a bit of studying to make sure I pass.

Stay safe and don't take shit from anyone!

Lmao anyways thanks for reading
-teddy🦥

Side note: I love sloths so much.