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(Diana) Go Ravenclaw!!!
Author: Diana Clarisse Thatcher
Date: 08-19-13 11:11
It is the championship match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. I was very excited. Even though I am a Gryffindor, first year, I have friends in Ravenclaw. Laura, and Devon. They were also going to the match of course. Yes, I don't know who are on the team and new on the wizarding world, I am happy for my friends.
Devon owled me about the match few weeks before and so did my friend Galadriel to Laura. We're all supposed to meet at the pitch. I got ready and ate my breakfast. I looked for Galadriel but he's not in the Gryffindor common room. Am I already late? I hurried of to the pitch. There were so many students and other people. Hufflepuff versus Ravenclaw. They're already playing. I looked for my friends. How can I see them with this so many people?
"Diana!" I heard somebody called me.
"Devon!" I saw him waving with his little Ravenclaw flags. So is Galadriel and Laura. I saw everybody and sit with them. They also gave me a flag.
"I was happy for Ravenclaw." I told them.
"We all are!!" said Galadriel beaming and shouting.
"Glad you could catch up Diana!! We thought we're going to miss you!" said Laura.
"It's 30 to 10 Ravenclaw leading!! Whooo!" Devon shouted.
Everybody's really excited. When my dad learned Slytherin wasn't on the championship he's going to be really sad. I will owl him later after the championship with details and who won. But now, I will enjoy my time watching the match and with my friends. I'll ask Galadriel later who are on the team because I don't even know who is in our own house. For now, Ravenclaw is in the lead and we're all happy about it.
Bringing The Score Within 10 (Glori & Gus)
Author: Phinfilius
Date: 08-19-13 13:37
The first timeout called cousins Glori and Gus join the rest of the Hufflepuff team. Marlow asks their opinion about her broom, but no one can find any noticeable damage. She decides to keep using it, which worries Glori a little. She doesn't want to see her friend and teammate in a nasty accident because of a faulty broom.
Timeout over Glori resumes her position in front of the three hoops she guards. So far she feels she's not doing well this match, having let the quaffle past three times. It's not much consolation at this point that she's stopped far more than have gotten by. Beatrix is doing much better this match. Hufflepuff has made as many goal attempts as Ravenclaw but Beatrix has only let the quaffle get by her once.
Ravenclaw had the quaffle when the timeout was called so Ramona now has the quaffle to get the game going again. She throws to Jack, who speeds towards Glori. He doesn't have all that far to come as the Ravenclaw had been at about the point halfway between center pitch and the hoops when the timeout was called.
Glori's on high alert, ready for Jack and doing her best to keep watch for any bludgers coming her way. It's Jack who needed to be concerned about bludgers. Just as he raises his arm to throw the quaffle, though Glori isn't sure if his intent is a goal attempt or a to pass to Alastor, Gus clips him on the arm with one of those hard, black balls.
Sadie swoops in to grab the quaffle as it wobbles away from Jack, his throw and release badly affected by the bludger hit. Pivoting her broom around, Sadie sprints back the other direction. The other five chasers quickly follow.
Gus speeds along, reaching the second bludger, thinking maybe they should paint one of the black balls another color just for the heck of it. He can easily imagine hitting the black bludger then darting across the pitch to get to the purple one. The orange? White? He can also easily imagine Glori suggesting pink just because she'd find it funny to have two male beaters racing each other to be at the pink bludger first.
He's sort of surprised he got to this one uncontested. After batting it in the direction of Jack who's wanting the quaffle back from Sadie, Gus takes a look around. Jade and Aderyn are both nearer to the bludger he'd hit causing the turnover. Caerwyn's more to the side. He spots Jade and Aderyn and flies that way. Gus takes it his friend had momentarily lost sight of both bludgers. It's easy enough to do as Gus knows from first hand experience.
Jack dodges Gus's bludger but he also misses out on stealing the quaffle back from Sadie. She's made a pass to Jasper. Ramona's near to Jasper to Jack stays on Sadie while Alastor is in Marlow's vicinity. Gus goes for the bludger he'd just hit. Not only is it closer to him but neither Aderyn nor Jade have gotten there yet but one's surely on her way as there's no point in both of them being on that other bludger. He hurries for the bludger, wanting to take advantage of what little time's left before he'll have to be fighting over it with one of the Ravenclaw beaters. That Jade reminds him somewhat of former Ravenclaw beater Coco Nutt. Small but packs quite the wallop.
Gus hits the bludger towards Alastor as he's flying around Marlow in a manner that's making it hard for her to assist Jasper. The other bludger smacks into Ramona about that same time so Jasper takes advantage of the respite from her and Marlow being momentarily in the clear to throw to her. Not at all liking the fact that two of their chasers were knocked around by bludgers roughly at the same time, Jade and Aderyn get into the thick of things. It was nice having a bludger all to himself but Gus knew it was going to be shortlived unless some of them were stalled or injured.
Marlow closes in on Beatrix, letting the quaffle sail from her grasp. Beatrix knocks the ball back with Sadie getting to it first. She too throws for goal but yet again it's blocked. Third time proves the charm when, Sadie having caught the rebound again, hurls the quaffle off to one of the side hoops. Beatrix makes a good show of it with the quaffle just barely slipping by.
Ravenclaw is still in the lead with 30 points but Hufflepuff now has 20 as Alastor accepts the quaffle to get it moving back in Glori's direction.
Last Match (Jack)
Author: Kody
Date: 08-19-13 15:34
Every now and then during the championship match thus far Jack's had the thought that this is his last Quidditch match at Hogwarts as a participant. He then wonders if the seventh year Gryffindor and Slytherin players wish they too had had just one more match.
Jack hasn't let himself dwell overly much when he has these thoughts. It's too easy to have even a half second distraction in a fast moving sport such as Quidditch and miss something important such as a pass sent his way or cause a collision by not noticing another player. As Ravenclaw currently has the quaffle now is definitely not the time to do anything other than pay attention to the game.
Ramona is driving down between Jasper and Sadie, quaffle held in close, the better to stave off any steal attempts. Alastor is speeding ahead, ready for a long pass should Ramona make one. In the meantime, Jack has wedged himself between Sadie and Ramona as Sadie is the one better situated to either steal or interfere with a pass.
Ramona makes to throw to Alastor but as Sadie and Jasper pour on the speed to catch him up, she reaches over and hands the quaffle to Jack. He both accelerates and veers in a curve to go around Sadie and Alastor. Seemingly out of nowhere Marlow appears just ahead of him. He swerves, fleetingly thinking this is exact type thing that requires paying attention to the match rather than letting the mind wander with nostalgic thoughts.
Alastor has pulled clear of Jasper thanks to a bludger from either Aderyn or Jade. Jack lobs the quaffle to him then moves to flank Alastor to help him move the ball in closer to Glori. Ramona sprints on ahead, ready to assist as needed.
A rapid series of passes back and forth have Alastor and Jack quickly within goal range. Jack tosses the quaffle to Ramona who's better positioned. In turn, she throws hard straight at the center hoop. She must have noticed a bludger honing in on Glori or maybe it's just a matter of luck but the timing is perfect. Glori gets smacked by the bludger, making it harder for her to move in on the quaffle to stop its progress.
Ravenclaw once more has a twenty point lead with a score of 40. Hufflepuff 20.
Within Ten (Caerwyn)
Author: Julian Valentine
Date: 08-19-13 18:05
Smashing his bat against a bludger Caerwyn watches as it heads for his intended target, Ramona. Before following that bludger or seeking out the other he absentmindedly scratches a bug sting on his upper arm. He's not sure what got him. Yesterday when outside he'd felt pain. In the brief time it took to react, reaching over to swat at whatever it was, the bug was gone. He'd looked around to see if he spotted anything that would sting but didn't see a bug that would fit the description. Caerwyn had put it down to a bee and while it did hurt it wasn't bad. Now, with it itching badly but also painful to touch he wishes he'd paid Madam Pomfrey a visit. She probably would have had an ointment he could have put on it.
Speeding up again, eyes on the bludger he'd just hit, which is closing in on Ramona, Caerwyn decides he should just go after that one to hit again since he's got it in view and is heading that direction. He slows again when Jade cuts in front, hoping to get to the bludger before it reaches Ramona. He can't help but smile a little when Jade is late getting there. He narrows the gap between Jade and him, waiting for her to send the bludger after one of his own teammates.
Caerwyn is expecting Jade to direct the bludger towards Marlow who's just intercepted the quaffle but she must have seen something he hadn't because the Ravenclaw beater sends it straight for Aleydis. He races after it, putting on the speed to get in front of the bludger. Aleydis has realized the bludger is on her path so slows way down. Good thing too because Caerwyn reaches it about the time it would have smacked Aleydis in the side if she'd been where Jade had projected she'd be when hitting the bludger.
Bat connecting to bludger with a powerful hit, Caerwyn hopes it will aid Jasper who at some point in his race to keep the bludger from Aleydis had taken possession of the quaffle. Jasper ducks the other bludger, send by Aderyn Caerwyn thinks, then tosses the ball to Sadie.
Sadie drives in close to Beatrix, doing a fake out goal shot followed rapidly by an actual throw of the quaffle. Beatrix's reaction to the real throw is a shade to slow. The quaffle squeaks by her, once more bringing Hufflepuff within ten points of Ravenclaw.
Where Is That Bloody Winged Ball?
Author: Christopher Chant
Date: 08-19-13 19:10
Christopher is a little more than frustrated. Usually when this much time has elapsed in a match he's spotted the snitch at least once and so have the other seeker. He's not had even a glimpse so quick he thought he might have imagined it. He has no idea if Aleydis has seen it. If she has, it wasn't obvious and the announcer never picked up on it.
He climbs to a point just high enough above the chasers and beaters to be able to watch the action for a minute. Since that last Hufflepuff goal, Ravenclaw has had the quaffle three times and Hufflepuff two, neither side making much progress.
Ravenlaw, in its third possession since that last goal and according to the announcer thanks to an interception by Jack, has just passed mid pitch point. Alastor catches a pass, darting around Marlow then ducking a bludger.
Christopher knows he could sit here for ages watching what's going on with the quaffle but that's not what he's here to do. Tuning back in to what the announcer is saying he gets moving again, scanning for any sign of a tiny winged ball.
Dropping lower he listens as Alastor passes to Ramona. She fumbles slightly but recovers though Jasper does try for the steal. A bludger catches Ramona on the arm but she doesn't drop the quaffle nor does she let a Hufflepuff in to make a grab for it.
A glint catches Christopher's eye but as soon as he turns that way it's gone. For all he knows it was the sun playing off jewelry of someone in the stands. It could have even been sunlight catching someone's glasses just right.
Giving part of his attention back to the announcer he learns that Ramona has handed off to Jack and that Jack is nearing the Hufflepuff kept hoops. He shoots the quaffle but Glori catches it. She throws it to Sadie but a bludger stops Sadie from catching it, allowing Ramona to snatch it out of the air before her sister can recover.
Ramona gets a shot off as well. Christopher turns to look but it all happens so quickly he misses Glori not being able to stop the ball and misses the quaffle passing through one of hte hoops. He does not miss the fact that Ravenclaw has yet again increased its lead. It's 50 to Ravenclaw, 30 to Hufflepuff.
He's not checked down near the ground in awhile so angling into a dive, Christopher wonders if this is going to be one of those matches that it takes so long to get the snitch enough goals are scored that catching the snitch doesn't ensure victory.
(Beatrix & Aleydis) Sister vs Sister
Author: Griet
Date: 08-20-13 05:00
Beatrix rolled her head around in an attempt to loosen the muscles in her neck. She felt incredibly tense and wished she had somebody like Ash Westwick to give her a massage. Good thing he wasn't at the game today, though, or she might find herself too distracted to stop any goals. She had asked Rowan more than a couple of times whether Ash would attend the Championship Match, since watching the event wasn't exclusive to Hogwarts students. For some reason Rowan eventually found the question somewhat exasperating. Oh, well.
Beatrix ceased moving her head around, since she had the tendency to close her eyes while doing so, and saw that her sister was drifting closer to the Ravenclaw hoops. Aleydis was concentrating deeply on her systematic scan of the Pitch. Like Beatrix, she thought she could benefit from a decent massage. Sitting on a broomstick, sometimes hunched, did a number of her back and shoulders.
She slowly turned her broomstick around, just in time to spot Christopher making a mad dash for something Aleydis couldn't see. She frowned deeply and darted after him, fearful she would never be able to catch up and that Ravenclaw would win what had so far proved to be a very close match. The snitch took Christopher on a zig-zag, high-low journey and made a good effort at wearing him out. It continued at a fast clip all over the Pitch, while he began to slow down a little bit. Aleydis finally drew close enough to see the tiny, winged ball, but she was still pretty far from it too.
Meanwhile, Beatrix readied herself for her sister's teammates, who were moving the quaffle with expert precision in her direction. Beatrix had almost been taken unawares, thanks to Aleydis and Christopher chasing the snitch, but the spike in cheering and shouting coming from the stands made her realize that something else was happening. She dove to bat away the quaffle as it spun wildly at one of the goals. It fell back into the fray but soon shot forward again, this time forcing Beatrix to dive in the other direction. She got her fingertips on the ball and thereby managed to stop another goal attempt, but the force of the impact bent her fingers backwards and caused her pain.
Aleydis began to feel weary. The snitch continued bouncing in all directions, testing all of her reflexes but also exhausting her in the process. Christopher had drifted back some to regain some energy, but he had no intention of giving up the snitch so easily.
It cut through the pack of chasers and beaters congregated around Beatrix, who danced around the bludgers aimed her way while simultaneously doing her best to stop the onslaught of goal attempts that seemed to have no end. Aleydis and Christopher both converged on the scene, trying hard not to collide into anyone else. As Aleydis swooped between the pack and the goals, the quaffle struck her in the shoulder and bounced back into the fray. She nearly got a broomstick handle in the eye and felt the hem of her robes snag on something as the chasers converged on the quaffle again, but instead of getting jerked back, the fabric of her uniform tore away.
In all the chaos, Beatrix missed dodging a bludger directed her way. It struck her in the side, pushing her over a couple feet. With an opening to score, Sadie threw the quaffle through the unguarded hoop, bringing Hufflepuff's point total to 40.
At the same time, the snitch turned to go around one of the outer hoops, but Aleydis cut it off, very nearly bumping into Beatrix as she did so. Christopher launched himself at the snitch, but Aleydis was a hair quicker. Unfortunately, they were coming at it from opposite directions, so they swerved to avoid a head-on collision, knocking shoulders instead. Aleydis winced, but a little crash and a certain bruise were nothing compared to what it meant to have the snitch in her hand. Hufflepuff had won the Quidditch Cup!
Of Oh-wells & Romantic Thoughts
Author: Nana Minuet
Date: 08-20-13 06:00
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind. Where those of wit and learning will always find their kind. That was the motto, the one The Sorting Hat supposedly spoke for Ravenclaw every year. It furthered a stereotype that Ravenclaws were brainiacs, that they loved to study, and that every test they took was met with an exceptional grade. Luckily for the students making up the house's populace, the stereotype fit more than it didn't. Even still, Nana had to admit she didn't feel like a Ravenclaw most of the time. She didn't feel like anything, if anyone were to actually ask her. She just felt like Nana. Sure, she liked to read and contemplate existence and learn a new thing everyday, but that just made her human in her mind. Humans were ever growing and ever changing. A human that lay dormant was no human, but rather a rock with little difference between them and a corpse.
It was okay, though. No one ever asked Nana anyway. That was probably for the best.
In true Ravenclaw fashion, Nana still found herself studying when the OWLs began to show their hideous faces. Not that she minded doing so too much. Reading her textbooks gave her more reason to be alone, plus the reading material wasn't necessarily terrible. True – the required texts were no Crime & Punishment or Brave New World and their authors were no Kerouac, Vonnegut, or Palahniuk, but these facts didn't necessarily change the substance within their covers. If anything, they made the required reading unconventional by popular standards and that was definitely something Nana could understand if not possibly relate to.
As expected, by the time testing week came around, Nana felt ready. Well, she felt somewhat ready. She knew her stuff and had thus far been able to hold impeccable marks in her classes, but one could never be sure. Confidence could sometimes be a student's biggest downfall when it came to examinations. And so, the petite sixteen year old found herself once more situated in a library chair with a large textbook entitled 'The Study and Practice of Transfiguration: The O.W.L. Edition' spread out before her.
Still, distraction came in the form of a serpent slithering down the wood of the table before making a curious turn to hoist its slender body onto the pages of Nana's tome. It seemed to be looking at Nana, taking her in with its beady eyes and contemplating within its little skull what this big ape in front of it was about while she did the same back. Any minute now, one of two things would happen. Either Nana would be bitten and the snake would be dead or the snake would creep off to find another victim, perhaps one more reactionary than its current one, and the girl would resume her studying. What she didn't expect was the voice that made her look to her left in a calm, yet abrupt fashion.
"She says that you're damaged," the voice spoke in a soft tone. Its owner was a girl, small like Nana in stature, with large green eyes and thick black hair. Those eyes, dark in their unique shade, watched the snake further as if focused before looking up to make eye contact with the 5th year to her right. "She doesn't dislike you though. She thinks you're like me a bit. I'm Mary, by the way. I saw you with my cousin Roger at the Spring Social."
Oh, right! Roger had mentioned the girl before; the little cousin Nana had been described looking the same age as during Roger and hers' first meeting. The same one he had left at the Spring Social so that he could spend the afternoon talking, dancing, and just generally chilling with his new French friend.
Nana hadn't known what to expect the girl to look like and the thought hadn't really crossed her mind until she was sitting beside her. And yet, it was slightly disappointing to see the girl sitting there with blankets of shiny, dark hair while Roger's hair was an always mess of rat and ruin. And the eyes – Roger's were blue like little pools of Windex. While Mary's were remarkable in their own right, Nana could feel expectations she never knew she had crumble at the sight of them. Mary MacKenny was no mini Roger Bexley.
The Ravenclaw was so caught up in her own thoughts; she failed to notice Mary's awkward expression at the older student's silence. She didn't feel the girl kick the table to keep herself occupied or hiss something to the snake that was now slithering closer to her fingers. Even as the younger girl leaned over to see the open book sitting in front of her, Nana just stared. Her brain was preoccupied with picking and poking at images of Roger in her head in the hopes of finding just one thing appearance-wise that could connect him to his cousin. She couldn't.
"Is that Transfiguration?" The girl's speech caught Nana's attention, pulling her from her comfortable sea of thought back to the real world. "Looks really complicated to be Transfig."
"Ees for Oh-wells," Nana said as her eyes fell back to the textbook before her. "I'm feeth year. We have Oh-wells."
Mary nodded a reply while her pet slithered across her shoulder blades, only to use her other arm as a bridge back to the table. "That makes sense. You're sixteen then, right? That's not as weird, I guess. I thought you were like fourteen and liked my cousin, which would be gross. Not that liking him in general isn't gross. You do like him, don't you? Like boyfriend and girlfriend?"
The question made the older girl's mind skip while the words continued to echo in her cerebral cortex. In all honesty, she had never really thought of anyone like that – as 'boyfriend and girlfriend'. Not even in the hospital or during her brief stint at Beauxbatons. There had always been more going on and different things to think about at the time. Nana's mind was always full anyway, but more because she lived in there where things were safe versus outside where almost anything could be a villain. There was the occasional boy thought like that of Caerwyn Valentine. He was attractive and nice enough in those few instances where Nana had been close enough to get an 'oh hello', but the young woman never thought of him in a 'boyfriend and girlfriend' sense. Besides, what did that even mean? And, in a more pressing manner, did she like Roger that way?
"Sorry," Nana spoke in an effort to halt the thoughts from the path they were venturing down. It was a strange path, a new one, and the teenager truly doubted she was ready for it. The words didn't stop them though. The thoughts barreled past, continuing in their self-proclaimed adventure down the new road that so far seemed full of lists. There were lists about Roger's cool demeanor or beautiful blue eyes. One list stood alone to speak of his smile. It was a nice one, the kind that could make everything seem ridiculous while simultaneously being contagious in its own right. And his lips! They were… "Really need study at Oh-wells. Start soon, oui? Very sorry."
Mary nodded, even if Nana couldn't see it past the rushing thoughts and distracting lists filling her mind. With her pet now perched on her shoulders, the younger student scooted and stood. "No, I'm sorry for distracting you. Can we hang out some other time, please? I would really like to get to know you."
"Oui," the words seemed far away in comparison to the thick fog clouding Nana's every being. Her eyes hadn't left her tome while a thin glaze developed over them. Even Nana's voice, a voice already devoid of tones cheerful teenyboppers carried, had lost what inflection it had. Instead, her focus was on the looping image of Roger Bexley that was playing in her mind. A nervous hand through his hair… That contagious smile… Offering his coat to Nana when she felt cold… "Yes, I like that much."
Hufflepuff Victory
Author: Maggie Hawthorne
Date: 08-20-13 07:19
Today had been a fantastic day, Nate and I had spent it at the pitch watching the Championship Match at Hogwarts. We were both there supporting our former house: Hufflepuff. They were playing against Ravenclaw, and ultimately had come out the victor.
They'd spent the entire day cheering and celebrating each goal, with a playful wager on the line. If Hufflepuff won Nate would be treating them both to drinks at The Three Broomsitcks and if Hufflepuff lost, then drinks would be on me.
"Looks like drinks are on you!" I said with a teasing grin as we began filing down from the stands to head out into the village through the Castle gates.
"So it would seem. That was definitely a very, very good match." Nate said as we walked, laughing and joking.
I'd waved to Lawrence and Ariella, who had been sitting with us instead of in the staff seating for the match when they'd learned that Nate and I were coming to the match. Lawrence still had some homework to do for his classes at St. Emrys and papers to mark for his herbology class and Ariella had some homework to do as well, so they wouldn't be joining us for lunch and drinks in the village, but I would be coming to dinner with Lawrence and Ariella tomorrow evening.
Nate and I headed into the The Three Broomsitcks and found a table. We ordered lunch and drinks, and started talking about things that were going on with us, and discussing possibilities of a variety of things.
Several drinks later, Nate and I were heading back to my flat via side along apparation, because apparently, while I can have wine and not get tipsy but a couple of ales and I was just about done for, and am not entirely sure my behavior was entirely good by the time all was said and done.
Missing Person
Author: Xiomara Sofia Serano
Date: 08-20-13 16:44
It had been several days - nearly two weeks since my daughter was kidnapped right from my very own home. Her little attic hideaway had been found and ultimately I'd began to put the pieces together as to what exactly had happened. Jasmine's burns were now explained - especially when I'd found trace of that potion dripping from the now empty portrait.
"Bloody hell." I muttered when I found the book laying next to the portrait still open to that complex ritual to remove someone from a cursed object. Thadeous was once again out in the world. I knew I should have killed him when I had the chance.
Ultimately, there had been a string of very, very unlady like words escaping me before I'd stepped out of the attic and entered my study. There would be books that would soon be locked within a safe, to ensure that my daughter would no longer be tempted with dark magic, curses and a variety of things that are rather unsavory.
That would be done soon enough, for now I needed to get a grip on things and there was still a chance that there would be at least two dead bodies before I got my daughter back, and one of them would be Thadeous Andrews, the other would be his little blonde bitch Esmerelda. I would enjoy watching them die, once I had my daughter safe.
It was now June the second and I'd not heard from my daughter nor had I heard from Thadeous and his wretched companion. Since I'd learned she was missing I'd used the Dark Mirror more times than I'd readily admit to. I would not be going to the Ministry because I do not need them examining my own particular loyalties.
I'd managed to catch glimpses of my daughter, but not enough to catch an actual glimpse of where she was and that was beginning to piss me off more than the fact that Thadeous was out on the lose once again.
There was one thing that I did know, was that something rather important was going to happen - unfortunately, it would not be my daughter coming home - no, Thadeous wasn't quite ready to let go of his little pawn yet.
I'd kept to business as usual, despite my foul mood, but today I'd simply not seen any clients and had all meetings for the next three days rescheduled. I was done playing, and ultimately after another attempt at scrying for my daughter I put the mirror down before I threw the artifact across the room to shatter and become something useless to me.
After putting the mirror down, I picked up the letter that had been delivered by a strange owl with the morning post. I'd known the writing instantly, it was Jasmine's. Unfortunately, it did not provide anything useful - aside from the fact that Thadeous wanted me to be an errand runner for him, in exchange for my daughter.
Dearest Mummy,
I miss you lots, but my friends are taking good care of me. They say that I can come home soon, if you stop trying to find me. They say that they need you to do something for them - something important and then they will let me go home.
You'll find in the envelope a small coin, it is a tie to the book they want. The coin and the book need to be returned before they will send me home to you.
Love you,
Jasmine
Sighing, I folded the letter, putting it away and picked up the coin from its resting place on my desk. I knew the coin, and I knew the book that it went with. Why Thadeous needed this book, I didn't know and I would more than likely find out soon enough. I would give it a few days, see if I could find it on my own or if I would have to enlist the help of Cassandra Catesby in order to get the damned book and get my daughter home.