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|  Matt Lanter/The Dark Side/Anakin Skywalker/ Underland/Hookah Smoking Caterpillar
Haha, here's the next part!  “You let him heal you?!”
The small girl backed into the corner of the room. Her father stood over her, menacingly.
She nodded quickly.
“Why would you let him do that?!”
She whimpered. The squibs’s brothers stood by the door, watching, each with a small grin on their face. Christopher had told her father everything that had happened by the river. He started yelling at her as soon as she came through the door.
Charles Davids lifted his wand and pointed it threateningly at his daughter’s face. “Davids has a daughter?”
Jaxon looked up at his mother. She stood over the stove, a spoon in one hand, and an oven mit in the other.
“Apparently.” He leaned against the clean, marble counter, staring off into space. His mother studied his expression.
“What?” he said at last.
“She was pretty wasn’t she?”
Jaxon stared at his mum.
“I know you,” she said with a sparkle in her eye, then returned to the soup on the stove.
Addison danced in circles around the kitchen table. She was waiting impatiently for her favorite soup her mum was making for lunch.
“Relax, Addy.” Jaxon said, laughing, “You’ll get some.”
“Was she pretty?” His mother asked after a minute.
Jaxon’s gaze returned to his mother’s turned back.
“I don’t know. I guess.” he said hesitantly.
Mrs. Smith laughed.
“Get to know the girl.” she said.
“I don’t know if I can.”
His mother looked quizzically up at him. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t think she’s exactly treated well.”
“Huh?” Mrs. Smith looked serious now.
“She was afraid of me. Of Addy.” he gestured to his sister, “and when her brother came…” he cut off when he saw his mum’s worried expression.
“I’ll go over there later.” she said, “see if she can come over for some tea or something.”
“No.” Jaxon said automatically. He loved his mum, but hated it when she got too much into his business.
“I’ll go. Later today. At sunset.”
She nodded solemnly, then poured soup into four awaiting dishes for her daughter, son, husband, and herself. Tell me what you think, please! 
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~o0o~ But there you were, standing in your own corner
Your eyes were wide, tired, fading just like mine
We could be the best of friends I’m sure of it
But I’m too shy to cross this crowded room besides
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I’m not here, no one sees me
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I’m by myself, please excuse me
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