Solemnity Fields could not shake off the feeling of annoyance at that boy. Who the devil did he think he was, talking to her that way? Speaking to her with all the familiarity of a close friend instead of the reserved manner of a hired hand. If she didn't need him to kill Neville Longbottom then she would not have bothered with this trash. But obviously an assassin wasn't going to be some refined gentleman from her side of polite society.

"You're falling asleep again on me, Fields," her friend Marcy exclaimed as she took a sip from her tea cup.

"I'm sorry, darling," Solemnity replied with all the usual false affection. "I was just daydreaming about ... shoes." Vapid heiress, Solemnity had down pat. It was a pity really, her friend did not have to play act the part at all.

Marcy for her part did not buy any of it. Solemnity obviously was lost in thinking about Chad, the new boy at the Academy of Sorcerial Arts. The little witch was probably plotting how she could get Chad's attentions away from her. Marcy knew perfectly well that Solemnity knew that Chad had eyes only for her. But Fields was not beneath scheming, lying or gossiping to get what she wanted. This Marcy knew because she had helped Solemnity win the Queen of Summer Pageant by spreading rumors around about Brittany Morningstar last year. Well, if the silly little tart thought that her plotting and schemes were going unnoticed, poor Solemnity. Far be it from Marcy though to dissuade her of her misconceptions.

Solemnity for her part could not stop thinking about this boy, Wolf Hunter. The name was so utterly, completely and stupidly obviously an alias. She could not stop thinking about the boy. Wolf was in her heart and on her mind, and for the first time in a long time Solemnity was not trying to kill Neville Longbottom in her head. She sighed. The biscuit in her hand now nothing more than crushed powder.

The wind blew fallen leaves around the girls as they sat on the Quad, Marcy chattering endlessly about this inanity or that while secretly plotting ways to discredit Solemnity in front of Chad. Solemnity at peace if somewhat restless with curiosity about the boy she had hired to destroy Neville Longbottom.




AN:Busy with the kids ... sorry back laterz with more ...

Poor Marcy, for all her scheming, and she's not even on the same page as Solmnity. Aren't they just the sweetest girls? Can't wait for your next post.

Someone's in love with the Wolf Hunter!

I love it!

PAMS

Very nice. I am really enjoying this!

Hello everyone ... my apologies for not replying last post ... I love my babies, but they can't be quiet to save their lives and you really can't concentrate on a story when you've got squabbling children and a baby who wants on Daddy's lap every three seconds I'm not complaining soon enough she'll be borrowing the car and I'll be crying because no one wants me to pet them and give them attentions and love but that's for tomorrow. Also, my last post was ... uhm, badly edited. I went back, fixed added ... reread if you like it's nothing major important so if you don't you didn't miss anything just a few spelling corrections and a new sentence or two to show what REALLY good friends Marcy and Solemnity are ... Onto replies and then more story. Everyone is asleep, I can concentrate now ... Oh, and Happy New Year to y'all! I know it's going to be marvelous.

Connie, uhm, they are sweet ... sweetly deceptive, sweetly conniving, sweetly Machiavellian ... it comes of attending The Academy of Sorcerial Arts

Obi Wan, you know I have to have a little itty bitty romance in all my stories I can't help it ... I'm a shipper at heart

Cassandra, thank you for reading. I'm glad you like it. I'm hoping to update more often and add more adventure to this story ... so ... let's get on the way then, no?



"I dunno Gin, I was thinking maybe Mr. Darcy wanted to cultivate that attitude of aloofness so that he could keep himself from actually feeling anything genuine for anyone, didn't you?" Neville remarked as they walked around the charred remains of the manor in the middle of London.

Professor Mandelbrot had sent them to investigate. It was the tenth such fire and suspected burglary of an important wizarding figure in the last month. But for the fact that they were important officials at the Ministry of Magic or powerful wizards Dumbledore and the professor might not have had their suspicious aroused, but there had been the suggestion of arson used to disguise thefts and with the disappearance of a young girl and Calliope still not back at Hogwarts ... perhaps just happenstance but Professor Mandelbrot did not like to think so. The dark coven they were chasing likely lay at the center of all this.

"I'm not talking about the book Neville, I'm talking about this," the red haired girl pointed to something funny on the floor. She moved her foot over the burnt ashes and fallen timbers covering her face to keep the scent of wetness and acrid burntness from going up into her nose and down into her lungs and causing a coughing fit.

"Oh," the boy said.

"Exactly," Ginny replied. "I was thinking more along the lines of someone trying to cultivate a fire spell."

The scorch marks on the marble floor were unquestionably the mark of a fire spell. Ginny bent down. Something even more curioser lay beneath the scorch mark.

"Mighty curious aren't you?" a voice came at them and in front of them where the stairways would have been a wall crumbled and fell to ash revealing three very tall men, dressed all in black with tattoos that covered half their faces.

"I suppose you're all constables?" Ginny asked.

"Aye, you suppose right missy," another voice came from behind them. Ginny did not bother turning around. She turned to look at Neville but it was already too late.

:O



"Stop playing the fool boy, and do your bloody job. If it were anybody else you would have already been delivering the corpse." He taunted.

"I'm wondering how it is I'm supposed to kill him," the boy complained, dropping the spoon and letting it clatter on his plate the echo loud in the quiet little pub.

"Murder making you lose your appetite?"

The boy slammed his hand down causing the spoon to jump on the plate that jumped on the table as he growled. The other patrons inside of The Death of Romance Pub and Grill, looked over to see the boy, behind the counter Madame Alexander kept on polishing the bar top but her eyes had flashed over to the rifle over the bar. She knew her patrons well, and Wolf knew she loaded it with silver bullets.

"You know you're a despicable ..."

"I've heard it all before kid. I'm your friend not your conscience, and most definitely not your client. I just think it's odd you care about her ... still," after a pause he added, "Or is this something to do with Longbottom?"

Wolf wanted nothing more than to jump over the table right this instant and tear the heart out of the gray haired boy sitting across the table from him. They were only friends in the loosest sense of the word. Allies more like brought together by a common affliction not common desires. He belonged to the thieves guild and on occasion he had helped Wolf out, but friends ... that was a stretch.

Wolf stood up abruptly, dropped his napkin on the table and let the sound of his galleons clattering on the wood say his farewell for him. The other boy watched him walk out. The boy really was too serious, but that was to be expected from an assassin one supposed, the life of a thief and rogue was infinitely more fun, the old cat thought to himself.

Minutes had passed before the thief went out for a walk but he did not get far before he realized he was being followed by men in black.

"I knew being friends with you was going to get me killed sooner or later, Wolf," the thief said aloud.



AN: Vagueness ... the fact that Wolf's first name really is wolf but not Hunter and the knowledge that he knows the girl (still not telling you how and Neville too :O at least the cat thief implied it, and who is the cat thief neways, no? And is he really dead?) Obviously, I can answer nothing but hopefully you all will feel a little more of the menace in this story ... I mean it's action and adventure so let's start threatening our characters, no? Hope you like I want to try posting more often and obviously I don't want to lose the whole book club thread. Hope you like, please feel free to tell me if you didn't like something or if you really liked something what it was. I can take criticism and I really do appreciate it. Happy New Year everyone :bubbly: It's going to be fun ... and a whole new decade wow.

Hey ~Otts, tremendous post. I hope you know, my saying the girls are, "sweet", was a sarcastic comment. I should have made that clear. My smilie's have problems for some reason, and lately, everytime I write a post, when I click on submit, it says I'm not authorized, and upon investigation, find I've been knocked off of SS. I log in again, and it knocks me off. Anyway, I love what's going on in your story. I love that you can keep the suspence up like you're doing, although it's killing me not being able to get any ideas of my own to figure things out. Except, I have a way out idea who the white cat is. Can I PM you ONLY to tell you who I think it is? Bewhere though, you might fall off your chair laughing. Precious! This statement is so true!!!!!!!!!!! I know from personal experience! Happy New Year. I love everything about this story. And I'd be thrilled to have you post more often.

HUZZAH! A post

Yay for shippers! I love to read the romance-though I'm terrible at writing it

Eek! These...evil, black-robed dudes are scary

I loved the description of the Bar and Wolf and his little...friend



Happy new year!

Argent Coppers was a grey haired boy, when he wasn't a grey haired four legged cat. That was the interesting thing about being a werecat, a boy one minute, a cat the next, and in either iteration he was always a thief. And if there was one skill that thieving had taught him, above the art of stealthful acquisition and illegal withdrawal, it was how to make a quick escape.

"I suddenly find that I've got the urge to buy bologna," the boy said and walked into an open butcher shop.

"Sorry, we're closed," a muggle man replied in a thick Russian accent.

"Do you have a back door?" the boy asked.

The back door led to a dark alley were men in black robes with tattoos that went up to their faces waited. The door opened and out ran a small grey cat. It stopped to meow at them and ran off in the distance. They ignored the creature and waited in the shadows.

The butcher meanwhile threw the boy's clothes in a rubbish bin and pocketed the gold coins he had given him to ignore what he had seen. Yuri believed in magic, and at 67 years he had seen a lot of things, so this he took with the usual aplomb of his people. Surprises were for young people and the naive, at his age he'd seen everything so a boy turning into a cat was nothing new.

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Professor Mandelbrot paced the long empty space in front of his desk watching the candle wax melting down with no word of Ginny and Neville's return, or Calliope's appearance. Soon enough curfew would be over and still the Gryffindors had not returned. He sighed and paced his owl Bertrand sitting on his owly perch above the bookcase waiting and watching.

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Connie: I know you meant it as a sarcastic comment, my reply was too funny how wires get crossed in the forums, no?

And if you stay on SS without doing anything it automatically signs you out. I always hit the "Preview Post" button when I'm writing a long post ... keeps SS from thinking I fell asleep.

So tell me who the cat is already? After you do, I'll probably change it anyways. There's nothing I hate more than my readers guessing so if they do and there's wiggle room I'll change the course of the story unless it's super uber important and can't be altered. I can't help it. I hate to be predictable

Obi-Wan: I'm good at writing romance because in real life, I'm a Romeo there I admitted it. The first step to recovery is admitting you have an underlying advantage.

The black robed dudes are part of the Hellfire Club. I still haven't picked their official secret name yet *sighs* I have to work on it ... it must be kewl.

I'm glad you liked my descriptions Lari, and you cat the bit about the cat too

There werecat idea I obviously stole borrowed from Connie.

Neways, more laterz ... loves ♥ and hugz bbl.

This reminds me of the old movies. "Hey mister, Can you spare a quarter for a cup o coffee?'' (not an exact quote) The way that guy is so cool and nonchalant. Oh well, all right, just it's way out there and I didn't want to be laughed at by everyone. You had said that you might (borrow) my idea of a wearcat, and so, I thought maybe you might have reinvented Dumbledores little sister as a werecat. And that when she died, she came back to life, and lives in the castle. There you have it. Hope nobody thinks I'm an idiot now. I still love your story, and I look forward to your next post.

It makes things easier, when people know I'm a bad reader. Not that I don't ... read. I just can't ... find the time to comment. >__<

But I love you.
Shall leave a proper review, tomorrow.

*skips off to Chemistrystuff*
=]

I love it
I like it when fics by the same author link up a bit...but when its by two different ones it's AMAZING!

I just saw that play out like a movie in my head and it was brilliant He's the cat you evil...people

Woah! Well, that's interesting I hope I'll live a life that's so eventful that a werecat wouldn't surprise me

You know? That's just that one thing...why didn't he go with them? I mean, this is a HUGELY important mission, so how come he didn't like i don't know Disillusion himself and go with them just in case? *runs*

Aw, it not a bad thing Unless you're a Teddy-like Romeo in which case...NO! Just joking, OtterMan

Ooooh, right I forgot the name since there were so many
May I suggest you look to Roman History for a name? Mars was the God of War after all

Ok, first of all, why did you not tell me this fic was so good? To think what I've been missing out on all this time I love it! First, there is Neville. The scene with the alarm clock and Trevor, both hilarious. It is a little daunting thinking about trying to catch up with Human Nature, but I thought, 'well let me check out the new fic' and I LOVE IT! You continually impress me which a) isn't easy and b) shows how inventive you are.

I want to join the book club! It's what book clubs should be!

Can I have an avvy or siggy that says Member of the Secret Saturday Morning Marxist Reading & Action Adventure Club? I take back all the ironic looks I gave you when you said you'd started another fic love, love, love you!

luv it so far!

What could my sweet Nevilleypoo have done to make such a mean, vicious, conniving witch angry, I wonder?

And you totally inspired me with Wolf Hunter.

I can't wait for the next installment. And I want to suggest Treasure Island or Moby Dick as our new book club selection.

Neville for all his lovable clumsiness, forgetful tardiness and shy boyishness could on occasion try to compensate and do something entirely stupidly heroic. *Otty uses and adverb just to show you can* Ginny did not know that like herself who was always one trying to prove her own merits in a long line of brothers with extremely auspicious credentials and her own only visible credit being that she was the only girl, Neville wanted to show that he could be great. This of course was not always followed by judicious judgement.

So as Ginny stood over the array in the burnt house surrounded by men in black robes and dark tattoos she figured to send out a secret distress signal and allow the villains to take them perhaps find out what she could about who they were and where they were headquartered. Neville however, had other plans.

"I suppose you're all constables?" Ginny asked.

"Aye, you suppose right missy," another voice came from behind them. Ginny did not bother turning around, she knew already they were grievously outnumbered. She turned to look at Neville, to tell him to play along and lie low but it was already too late.

"Y-y-you're not ... y-you're not taking us anywhere. Stupefy!"

Once the first salvo was shot Ginny could do nothing but back up her friend's play. She ducked, touching the array she felt the power still emanating from it and fired a spell at the man behind her, "Inflamo!" The man tried deflecting the spell but was flung back by the explosion anyways.

Neville fired a Jelly Legs jinx which missed, though not by much, the man angered by the audacity of the boy fired back with a killing curse. Neville stood in shock as the green light of death came at him but Ginny standing up levitated a rock to block the spell. At least, that had been her first intention. All the stones from the fallen wall rushed at Neville and the blast hit the rocks.

"H-How how'd you do that?" Neville asked cowering on the floor. "I thought you were going to ... stone me."

Ginny ran over grabbed the boy's hand and started running. "I don't know Neville but we need to get out of here."

The three men in black robes followed after them over the fallen stones. Ginny and Neville ran down the little hill the house had sat on into the streets of a nice muggle suburb.

"We stick out like sore thumbs, Ginny, where are we going to hide from 'em?"

"I don't know Nevs. I don't know." She said.

They ran down the streets holding hands as the afternoon waned and darkness promised to envelope the world. They turned down a darkened alley where a cat meowed at them. He looked up at them and decided to follow them instead.

"These two look like an easy mark," the cat thought to himself.

Elsewhere, a girl in a long red cloak walked atop the buildings of the city, watching the muggles running around beneath her. She was hiding from Death Eaters, the Ministry and well from Professor Dumbledore. It was the latter that had her most afraid. She ...

Note: Kids again bbl. Sorry.

Is this what she had found under the scorch marks on the marble floor? A residual of the magic that had been used there? NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, OK sense you said you'll be back later. If she (:litebulb:little red riding hood) is who I think she is, I've been waiting to know more about her. Most spellbinding post ~Otts, can't wait till you get back!

Great stuff, but could you please edit your first post and add a chapter guide? Instructions.

Elsewhere, a girl in a long red cloak walked atop the buildings of the city, watching the muggles running around beneath her. She was hiding from Death Eaters, the Ministry and well from Professor Dumbledore. It was the latter that had her most afraid. Calliope did not have a lot of role models in her life, and men even less so. Her father had died when she was to young, her mother had refused to talk about him and until the day that Storm almost killed her she did not even know a thing about the wizarding world.

"I hate this form," a red haired boy said, as he walked up behind Calliope who was leaning on top of a gargoyle looking down into the city at night.

Calliope turned to look at him, "I know love," she said and went over and kissed him on the cheek and ruffled his red mane. "But I think it's cute. You look like a Weasley, Storm," the girl added giggling.

"Remind me to pay back Marl when we get back to Oz," the boy said.

"Don't be silly," Calliope replied. "It's barely September we won't be going home until the winter break, and that's months away."

"Do you mean to say we're going to be living on the streets until then?!" the boy asked in shock and exasperation.

"Of course not silly, it's just ..."

"What's so important about that stupid brooch anyways? Why do you think the headmaster wants it so bad?" the boy asked settling down on the gravelly rooftop by their magical fire. He rubbed his hands up and down his arms as he had them crossed trying to feel warm. It was so difficult to be warm in human form, and the clothes! Gah but he longed to be naked and free.

Calliope's red cloak fluttered in the rooftop winds. She walked over to the red haired boy and sat next to him, sighed, and promptly leaned her head over on his shoulder, wrapped her arms around his arm and sighed again looking into the fire.

"I suppose you're right, Storm. It must be just some stupid brooch, otherwise Dumbledore would have gone for it himself," the girl said. There had not been many male role models in her life, nor did Calliope need any, there had been enough strong women in her life to show her how to be a lady, but there was something sweet and kind and fatherly about the school's headmaster that made her want to do her best for him, no matter the issue. She hated letting him down.

"If that stupid cat just hadn't ..." she sighed.

"If I wasn't stuck in this form, I would have show that feline a thing or two."

"Oh, Storm," the girl said and kissed the boy on the cheek. She could almost fall in love with him ... if he were a boy, which he was, but he wasn't really. Life was too complicated. Couldn't things go back to being simple, before Hogwarts, before Professor Mandelbrot and the reading club? She only wished they could but knew they wouldn't.

♥



Author's Note: The one's you were expecting perhaps, Conners?

Added the chapter guides, but now I have to add this one ... oy! Love the name change Droo.

Thank you girls for reading. I'll be back with more ... uhm, cats, or boys who turn into animals ... animagi? or maybe it's backwards. What is it with me and animal/human transformations anyways?

Neone know Ottery's animagi forms? He has two ... yeah, I know I can cheat. One of them's a total gimme

Yea! Ain't life grand when your right once in awhile?!?! That was cute, and I love it. My bets still on her. Love the surprise! And by the way, I love KellyBear's also. I saw it when I sent her birthday wish last night, well actually this morning. Great post ~Otts

Aw, I love them! <3 Calliope and Storm I mean, and seeing as I didn't reply to the previous post GOOOOO Ginny! Even if she didn't mean to it's awesome

I'm supposing our lil cat burgler is the one who stole the brooch?

As always waiting for more.

an Otter...no duh and urm...a cat? noo lion?

ZOMG! I just saw the icons *goes off to put it on*

Love this line FYI

I finished reading the first book in The Looking Glass Wars, I don't remember the title, I think that's it and when I went looking for the sequel, I was still reading the first book mind you, I couldn't remember the author's name. The book is fluffy like cotton candy, not filling, not really a good take on Alice in Wonderland but a good fast read. I love/hate what he did with the Cheshire Cat and the Hatter but honestly except for the cute little romance at the beginning with Alice and the guard boy I swear I'll remember his name in a second ... yes, I finished it a few days ago ... it was a not very remarkable book. Lacks description but dang if the story doesn't move ... it's all plot, plot, plot which this story is not. On a side note ... I'm sick of Alice in Wonderland everywhere and I'm so not interested in seeing the new Disney version ... but I know I will. Here's proof I've seen Alice everywhere, comix, movies, books ... and I want one for my birthday, where's Kelly so she can get crackin' on it.

Consequently, this story is now my take on Alice in Wonderla-- *Is dragged out by Teddy, blindfolded and slapped by a slapping squad* O: Oh gawds where's my reason ... I think I left it in my other robes ...



Solemnity had her reasons for hating Neville Longbottom. They would never come to light. The diary she had entrusted any and all thoughts on the matter had been destroyed by fire ages ago. That she had set the fire that destroyed her diary while in the hands of a very nasty boy, one stupid enough to think he could embarrass her by reading excerpts aloud in school, was inconsequential. Simply because the cause of her hatred for Neville was so deeply ingrained in her heart and in her mind.

Oh but she could remember that day so vividly, walking by the lake in spring watching the petals fall from the trees, new flowers bursting in bloom, the scent of new born fauna everywhere.

"But really, does it matter?"

Solemnity jumped up suddenly from her reverie, the gravely voice of that boy so familiar yet unknown to her intruding her mind. She looked up to see him standing there, his long hair blowing in the wind, a roguish grin on his face and that tattered black long coat in spite of the clear beautiful fall day. It was fall but it still felt like summer, warm and balmy.

"What are you doing here?" she asked looking around and noticing that she was alone sitting in the quad at one of the many tables for the students.

"I'm here to see you of course, sugarbear," Wolf said politely.

"You insolent wretch. Who do you think you are taking such liberties with me?"

"Oh, I haven't begun to take liberties with you yet, babydoll," the boy said taking the chair across from her, turning it and sitting down leaning his arms on the chair's back. The look he gave her betrayed all his intentions.

"You insolent little wretch."

"You already said that, honeybunny," Wolf replied. "I was here to tell you that you should forget the whole Longbottom thing and just move on. You're pretty and you're young and you really shouldn't be wasting your time on revenge. Life's too short to be vindictive."

Solemnity felt his hand touching hers. She shivered with delight at his touch. Solemnity's heart started beating too quickly and she found herself feeling a lot warmer and suddenly very restless.

"Let go of me you cad," she said. Freeing her hand the girl made to stand up and slap Wolf all in one motion but just as quickly he had stood up, thrown the chair over and had grabbed Solemnity's hand with his. Wolf kissed the palm of her hand and the girl moaned softly in delight. "You ... insolent ..."

"Wretch. I know. You said that already, princess," the boy replied and made to kiss her neck. Solemnity closed her eyes and melted into his arms.

"Fields. Miss Fields. I say Miss Fields really!"

Solemnity looked up to find the headmistress standing in front of her, Professor Drakesvex slamming his yardstick across her desk and the whole class laughing. The girl blushed. Solemnity had been daydreaming in Arithmancy, but really, could you blame her?

"Miss Fields, I was just coming to inform you about your upcoming nomination for Princess Frost in the Fall Ball," the headmistress began.

Solemnity couldn't help blushing in spite of the honor, and there was that vicious little cow Marcy laughing it up for all the world like the most auspicious thing to happen to her in her life.



Ginny Weasley had just enough strength to sit on a tin garbage can with the lid mercifully on top, while Neville Longbottom sat himself down next to her on the wet ground not caring that his pants' bottoms would get wet.

"This is ..." Ginny didn't know what it was but it was not what she had planned nor what they were supposed to be doing.

"I bet you this kind of thing never happens to Professor Lupin or Professor Mandelbrot," Neville said punctuating it with a sigh.

The alley smelled something awful and in the darkening night Ginny knew they had to get back to Hogwarts soon if they planned on getting anything for dinner and to report what information they had, which was nothing really, to the Headmaster and Professor Mandelbrot.

A grey haired cat walked up to them and stared. The cat meowed at Ginny as if to ask, "What are you doing here?"

"Hello Puss," Gin said and got up to bend down and pet the cute little scamp. "Are you lost or something? Because you're too pretty to be a plain ol' alley cat."

From out of Neville's shirt pocket Trevor peered out and croaked in objection. "Don't trust that hairy little beast," Neville's toad said, "he's no more a cat than I am a tory."

"Stay out of this toad or I'll have you for dinner," the cat hissed back.

Trevor taken aback jumped out of Neville's shirt pocket and started away.

"Oy, Trevor, come back!" Neville said, too tired to chase after his toad but too scared with the cat around not to.

Ginny took her wand out and fired a firecracker spell into the air. The signal for one of the Hogwarts' elves to come find them to apparate them back to school.

"I'm taking you back with me," the red haired girl said, bending down to pick up the cat.

"Excellent love, but where exactly is back, anyways?" Argent asked but of course all Ginny could hear was the soft meowings of a cute fluffy kitten and she held him tight and tried to feel that today perhaps had not been a complete failure.

Down the alley the sound of tin garbage cans could be heard tipping over as Neville staggered around trying to catch Trevor who was trying to make a break for the city and a pub he knew nearby.



AN: It's late so no replies again, I'm sorry. Thank you all for reading though and for your sweet sentiments and words here and elsewhere. Uhm, but what brooch are you talking about Lari? TTYL y'all.

My bet is still on Calliopy getting the brooch Dumbledore sent her to get. It was ,Lari, who asked about the brooch. Unless, your asking me what brooch was I talking about, was a coded message. ~Otts, hurry and save me from my imagination in case I'm wrong! Much too good of a line to use and not get any money, or credit for it. Makes my heart beat too fast, this whole part. At any rate, poor Solemnity, caught daydreaming in the presence of that awful Marge, who I really don't like. ~Otts, this post, all of it was spectacular, and I have to get ready for my son's 17th birthday party, so, what I'm trying to say is I don't have the time I'd like to have on saying all the things I love about this post, and the whole story. I mean, I haven't even touched on what's going on with Gin, & Nev. and the cat. (using the word cat, loosly here )

Oh, I saw The Looking Glass Wars in the library but thankfully I didn't attempt to read it Sounds annoying

Teehee! I totally thought this was actually happening Though it t'was quite forward of Wolf... Not until a later date then *is reading too many Shakespearean puns*

Oh, I love that line! And I know the feeling-from both sides



HUZZAH! A cat that can't be understood Jokes, jokes. I love your talking cats...in fact- *is gagged*

I believe Connie's right. It was me who asked about Calliope's mysterious missing brooch. And whether it was Argent Coppers who stole it?

*tackles*

Love the post by the way

Oh, I saw The Looking Glass Wars in the library but thankfully I didn't attempt to read it Sounds annoying

Teehee! I totally thought this was actually happening Though it t'was quite forward of Wolf... Not until a later date then *is reading too many Shakespearean puns*

Oh, I love that line! And I know the feeling-from both sides



HUZZAH! A cat that can't be understood Jokes, jokes. I love your talking cats...in fact- *is gagged*

I believe Connie's right. It was me who asked about Calliope's mysterious missing brooch. And whether it was Argent Coppers who stole it?

*tackles*

Love the post by the way