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Chapter List
- 1-Hermione
- 2-Hermione & Daphne
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- 2
Hermione & Daphne
It had been weeks since the most revelatory day of Hermione's life, and if she was honest her mind was still a little fixated on it. She had looked at it every way she could, and kept coming to the same conclusion, there was nothing she could do at the moment. She had sent an anonymous letter to the DMLE, asking for explanation, the reply that was sent back with the school owl was riddled with tracking charms and tracers, she removed them all only to see the letter she had written returned. Every avenue she took was a dead end, it seemed that it was just excepted that girls in Slytherin were to service the boys. She had even asked Daphne about it, but for the first time her friend had been completely tight lipped about a subject. It was going to be a long haul job.
The curiosity did not stop there, what Snape had said about the Ravens piqued both Hermione's and Daphne's interest greatly. So the pair set aside the Easter holidays to investigate, and tonight was their third foray into the matter. The first port of call was a patrol/stakeout, specifically they had started early this time, to see if there were any Ravens that were out close to curfew, and not making quickly for their dorms. They must have been walking around the castle for a good 2 hours, well past curfew, before they got a lead. Hermione spotted a little Raven first year scurrying along the third floor corridor just ahead of them. Wasting no time they picked up the pace, a difficult task with two of them, and started trailing the girl, who definitely had a destination in mind, and was well adept at moving round the castle at night.
It was nearly midnight by the time the girl seemingly arrived at her destination, a classroom on the fifth floor in a seldom used wing. Stepping inside behind the girl, a skill Hermione was incredibly adept at by now, but Daphne not so much, they moved into the classroom. Inside there were three other first year Ravens, all sitting round a happily bubbling cauldron, who startled at the new arrival.
“Oh, it's just you. Did you get it?” one asked, a black haired boy, tall for his age.
“Yes, though I nearly got caught, Filch was checking the greenhouses when I got there.”
“Well don't keep us waiting, put it in.” the same boy commanded, obviously the one in charge.
Unable to contain her curiosity, Hermione edged the pair closer as the girl dropped what she now recognised as a snippet of Devils Snare into the potion. That narrowed the possibilities of what they were making down to about 15 things, that it was unaltered narrowed that down to 10, and if as she suspected it was the last ingredient down to 2. It was either Draught of the Dead Man Walking, or Choking Solution, both very nasty, but quite simple potions. That was what made them so scary, a muppet could make them, but they both did quite harsh things, and judging from the expression of the girl next to her, she had come to the same conclusion.
“Did it work?” the girl who they followed asked.
“Yes. Just take it to Davies.” the tall boy ordered as he handed her the recently bottled potion.
“Okay, but what's he going to use it for?” she asked.
“He didn't say, and don't ask questions, just take it.”
“Fine! Remember you wouldn't be making any potions without me, so there.” she stuck her tongue out in a juvenile huff, grabbed the bottle, and left.
Curiosity piqued even further, they followed the girl again rather than stay with the group. The girl was very adept at not being caught, but Hermione had 3 years on her and the Marauders Map, so she saw the problem before it came about. Acting fast, she rushed forward, grabbed the girl by the chest, clamped her hand over her mouth, and pulled her into an alcove. Leaning down she whispered into the girls ear.
“Snape is about to walk along that corridor, I doubt he will come down here, but be silent and get under my cloak anyway.” the girl was smart enough to follow Hermione's commands in silence. Snape came stalking past the t-junction seconds later, and passed without noticing the trio. They waited in silence for a good minute or two before Hermione spoke again.
“In future, Snape patrols every Monday and Friday, alternating to Thursday and Sunday fortnightly, the switch will be next week. I advise you never to be out when he is on unless you are very very good, he is the best of all the teachers at catching truants.”
“You're Hermione Granger. And I don't know who you are.”
“And you're Tammy Smith, and you have a very dangerous potion in your pocket, I think we best deliver it to its owner.”
“I can't take you two with me, they'll never let us help again.” the little girl moaned.
“We're not actually asking you. Don't worry, they won't know we're there, we're just curious is all.” Daphne said conspiratorially.
“Okay, but please don't get caught, I really want to help.” she moaned again as they took off under Hermione's cloak.
It was a matter of minutes for them to get to their destination, another unused classroom. The girl got out from underneath cloak and slowly knocked on the door five times. The door opened from the inside, and all three entered. To say Hermione was surprised by what she had just walked into would be a huge understatement, she was competently and utterly shocked. What was once a simple classroom had been converted into very intricate research lab, backboards all round the room filled with Arithmancy equations, potions equipment set up in one corner, ingredient tables and preparing tools in another, and five students rushing round in quite organised chaos. Tammy walked over to Roger Davies, who was sitting at a desk pouring over three books looking for something.
“Roger, we finished the Dead Man potion.” she muttered, pulling out the bottle.
“Draught of the Dead Man Walking, you're a Raven Tammy, act like it. Good job regardless, and tell the others that too. Do you wanna stick around and see the results?” the older boy said, not even looking up.
“Sure!” was all the excited girl said in response.
Hermione spent a good 20-30 minutes scanning through the Arithmancy and checking over their potions set up, and from what she could tell, the Ravens were trying to do something very very stupid. She looked right at her companion, and saw a match expression of disbelief on her face. Daphne may not be quite a freakishly smart as Hermione to see the reasons why, be she was bright enough to know this was a bad idea on principle.
They had Reinvigorating potion to counter the damage caused by apoptosis, Dallows solution to deal with unwanted chemicals, Essence of Dittany to replace lost structure, and Draught of the Dead Man Walking for reanimation. The charm work they had laid out was interesting, and should aid in combining the potions to there desired goal, but their Arithmancy was all kinds of wrong. They had completely misused the Law of Equivalence at least three times, and the whole thing was based on two equations being linked together that were in fact not. Reanimating life was a gutsy project, but their effort was a ticking time bomb.
“I'll confund the little one, stop them” Daphne said, as she flicked her wand at Tammy.
“Stop!” Hermione said loudly when she saw Rodger finish reading, pick up the delivered potion and walk over to the main cauldron. Stepping out of her cloak, then the shadows, she spoke again. “I'll give you your dues guys, this is an interesting project, though completely idiotic.”
“What the hell are you doing here Granger? How the hell did you get in?” Roger asked, not sounding particularly happy to see the bane of his house.
“The potions were a nice try, but not the best route. And though your equations are all individually good, minus some misuse of the Law of Equivalence, you mistakenly have that equation there, linked with the stabilising equation over there.” Hermione said, pointing the boards out, and sliding into full blown lecture mode. “But they're not linked in the equation, you are confusing mere causation with actual linkage. That one causes the first segment of the stabilising element over there, but it does not actually fit in with the same equation.”
“But Torson's Law states that they must.” one of the other Raven interjected.
“No Torson's Law only applies if an energy stream is enacted. As you can see, the penultimate segment starts to enact a stream to kick off the reaction, but it's ended by the ultimate segment of the same element. The link is never created, so an energy feedback loop would have been actioned.”
“Granger just get out will you.” Roger spat.
“No Roger, I think she's... shit I think she's right. This... this would have gone very very wrong.” another girl said starting intently at the equations Hermione had referenced.
“How wrong?” he asked, uncertain.
“It would have blown up, like destroy this room and kill everyone in it, blow up.” Hermione said with a uncharacteristically shit-eating grin, anybody who knew her understood that she took a perverse pleasure in outsmarting Ravens, who had made it quite clear how bitter they were that the smartest which in the year was not one of them.
“Oh.” was all he could say, as he and all the other Ravens looked around rather guilty.
“Oh indeed. When I heard that Dumbledore was always having trouble hunting down crazy Ravenclaw experiments, I assumed it was an exaggeration, seems I was wrong. There are already ways to successfully reanimate corpses, they're just illegal, and this would have just joined them. If you're going to play to stereotypes, at least play to your own, you're Ravenclaws not Gryffindors. Just because the research is dangerous doesn't make it worth your time. Try looking for a better way to fix brain damage, or create better wands, or a thousand other projects, just not one so monumentally complicated that Unspeakables would be reluctant to risk it.” she continued to lecture, like she was talking to children.
“I suppose it was a little ambitious, but as Professor Flitwick says 'you never get anywhere in academia without taking risks'.” Roger defended.
“Sure, risk your reputations, risk your academic future, push the boundaries of magic, hell even of morality, but don't risk your lives, at least not so cheaply. Never mind that Tammy here is only 11, and would also have been killed. You can put yourselves at risk, but asking her if she wants to stay and watch, without her having any idea of the risks, was unethical at best! I bet you didn't even do a risk assessment did you? Or adherer to Lipton protocol for safe Experimentation? These protocols are not just boring bureaucracy, they parts of an experiment just as important as wands and cauldrons. Start using those advanced brains you have, and actually plan your experiments, take your time.” she continued.
“We worked on this for 2 months last year, all summer, and this year.” the up until now silent boy in the corner said, a indignant tone in his voice.
“Severus Snape spent 6 of his 7 years at Hogwarts plus three years postgraduate doing his Masters of Potions project and becoming the youngest Potions Master in this century. That’s nine years he spent to create the Snape Elixir, curing several different types of infant blindness, infinitely improving the quality of life for hundreds of witches and wizards. Pomona Sprout spent 8 years after Hogwarts creating a rose that is so beautiful it enchants the viewer, you have to physically remove the viewer from the roses presence to break the enchantment, and even then they are never truly the same again. She's never even seen it, can you imagine the dedication, the sheer love of your work you must have, to be able to create something like that and never even look at it? It won her several accolades, including her Masters, and induced dozens of publications. Good work can be rushed, even very good work, but great work takes patients.”
“Oh.” the boy said. Hermione couldn't help but think that must be the word of the day or something.
“Would you like to join us? You're obviously interested.” Roger asked slyly.
“I was curious not interested, and no I don't want to join you. No offence, I just really don't work well in a team. In case you haven't noticed, I tend to just kind of... take over.” she answered looking sheepish. They seemed disappointed so Hermione decided it was time to take her leave before they got all needy, there was nothing worse than a Raven on a mission, and she did not want to become that mission. “It's late, I'm going to head to bed. Goodbye and good luck.”
It seemed that the Ravens were still a little in shock at the impromptu lecture on projects, research ethics, and hard work, that they just received. She had not meant to go on so much, but it bugged her when smart people did monumentally stupid things, there was no excuse for it. Mistakes happen, but when you make mistakes after having made no effort to plan for any, that makes you a fool. Tammy had obviously been the first to snap out of it, impressive given the confundus, as she was racing down the hall behind Hermione and Daphne, though she didn't know that of course, as they were rather invisible again. Deciding that she should probably escort the little one back to her room they pounced on her again.
“You're not as quiet as you think you are Tammy, get under here.” Hermione whispered.
“Nor are you Miss Granger.” the silky voice of Professor Snape spoke from the darkness, causing Hermione to swear quite profusely in her head. Whipping off her cloak, as hiding or running would only make things worse, she looked to the shadow over the corridor. Snape came striding out of it, a satisfied smirk on his face, which promptly fell when he noticed one of his snakes was present also.
“Now I only wonder where your two pet imbeciles are?” he asked.
“In bed sir, I left them to sleep.” she replied, hoping to pull the attention away from the others.
“Given that every time you have been caught out of bed you were with Potter and the ginger one, I highly doubt that. It would be just like Potter to risk his life with Sirius Black on the loose.” he quizzed, causing Hermione to almost smile at how Ron would react to being referred to as the 'ginger one'.
“Three instances of poor critical thinking in one sentence Professor, I mean no offence, but that's very out of character for you. I do think even the thought of Harry brings out the worst in you.” Hermione said in borderline cheek, in fact she had crossed over that border by a long shot if Daphne's face was anything to go by.
“Oh indeed? Name them.”
“Cum hoc ergo propter hoc, just because every time I have been caught out of bed I was with Harry and Ron, does not mean I am with them every time I'm out of bed. There is also the unspoken major premise that you know of every time I've been caught out of bed. Which leads to confirmation bias, just because the data you have on the matter leads you to a conclusion, does not mean that you should favour that data to the exclusion of dis-confirming evidence.” Hermione lectured, she was on a role tonight.
“Ha!” Snape barked uncharacteristically. “I'll give you credit, at least you have the good kind of Gryffindor guts. What is Miss Smith doing out with you this evening?”
“I wa-”
“I saw her sneaking about just before curfew, I was curious as to what a first year would need to be quite so clandestine about, so I followed her. Turns out her and some other first year Ravens were making some potions, rather unpleasant ones that are not usually taught until sixth year. I ushered them along, as they were thoroughly messing up the potion. Tammy here decided to try an follow me instead of going back to her dorms like I told her to.” Hermione said, earning her a mutinous glare from the girl.
“Typical Ravens, not happy going through normal channels for research, just have to go doing crazy experiments on there own in the dead of night.” he admonished glaring at the young girl. He pulled a piece of paper from his robes, a charmed hall slip, and passed it to her. “Miss Smith, you will report to me for detention tomorrow evening at 07:00, do not be late. Now off to bed with you.”
“You two on the other hand.” he said to Hermione once Tammy had gone. “You I wish to have a little chat with, in my office, now.”
With that he turned around with an almost feminine flourish, however Hermione had to give him credit, he somehow managed to pull it off without looking the least bit foolish. The trio made the long trek down to the dungeons in a quite tense silence. Hermione was rather intrigued, the Potions Master had just been considerably nicer to her than ever before, and frankly she was baffled by the lack of punishment for her cheek. Daphne was not so intrigued, in fact she was trembling with rage. She did not like Snape, and had never made any effort to hide that fact, so she felt a stab of uncertainty that maybe he was taking her to his office for punishment, but realistically the man had no real reason to make such a long trip for something he could do anywhere. By the time they arrived, Daphne had calmed, completely ridding herself of her unhelpful fears. Once in the office he sat, and at his gesture so did they.
“I think I can safely assume you are confused as to why I have brought you back to my office at two in the morning. Well, you see Miss Granger I feel the uncharacteristic need to share something with you, something you are going to find interesting.” He paused in an obvious, but non the less effective, display of dramatics. “I have something of a gift, no... a skill. Few people have this skill, as it takes so long to perfect it, and even with the time most are simply too dunderheaded to pull it off. I have developed, over the years, the rather complex ability to sense magic. It's not a very accurate skill, nor is it a very powerful one, but it is efficacious. One of the ways this skill has helped me over the years, is that since I perfected it nobody has managed to get the drop on me. Do you understand what I am getting at Miss Granger?” he asked.
“You felt me following you out of the Slytherin common room, and recognised the same magic... feeling I suppose, tonight.” she stated after thinking for a moment.
“Yes, though I admit you did have me fooled inside the common room, you must have been near the other students.” he said.
“I was standing behind several yes.”
“You heard and saw some things in there that you should not have Miss Granger.” Snape said plainly.
“Like the rape of a minor?” Hermione shot.
“Actually no, at least not in the eyes of the wizarding world.” Daphne said, and at Hermione's confused look, clarified further. “Children in the wizarding world are under the direct province of their parents, providing they are under the roof of their home.”
“What does that have to do with an 11 year old and a 17 year old engaging in sexual activities in the Slytherin common room?” the bushy haired girl snapped.
Hermione had barely spoken to Daphne after confronting her about that goings on in her house. They had kept up their usual clandestine meetings, but there had been a degree of ice between them for the past weeks. It had been a bitter argument on the bright witches side of things, mainly due to the fact that Daphne was literally silent on the matter. The blond was never much of a talker anyway, and rarely bothered to engage Hermione when she was on one of her rants, but this was another matter entirely. In the end Daphne had given her such a 'shut up or die' look that she had let the matter drop, if it was ever truly picked up.
“Everything. When children are sent to Hogwarts, their school House becomes an extension of their home, their Head of House an extension of their parents. You must of read this?” he asked, and at her nod, continued. “This is not allegory Miss Granger, it is a statement of fact. Our commands can be superseded by the commands of the parents, but other than that we have in every way the same control over you as your parents do. In fact, in the case of muggle borns like yourself, Minerva actually became your Magical guardian, technically superseding even your parents authority. This basically means that while at this school, how you are treated depends upon how we as Heads of house command it.”
“Oh! So the reason such things happen in your house is that you command it?” she snapped.
“You are testing my patients Miss Granger, if you are going to ask me questions you will do it with civility... However, in essence you are correct. As heads of house, we swear an oath to lead our houses as the founders once led them. The only person who can intercede on the matter is the Headmaster, and even then only to a certain extent. This is why the Gryffindors can run round breaking rules left right and centre, without any real repercussions. Do you really think you and Mr Weasley would be at this school if you weren’t protected? After all the rules you have broken? For Merlin’s sake Weasley crashed a car into the Whomping Willow. Potter would still be here, the headmaster needs his precious golden boy after all, but you would have been slung on your way after the Troll incident. It's why nobody can go into the Hufflepuff sett without risking life and limb, even I don't know what goes on in there. It's the reason Ravens have damn near free reign to perform whatever projects they want. Incidentally, you handled that foolish experiment well tonight. The few times I've actually caught them have proven irritating at best. Flitwick just starts quoting every damn Ravenclaw by-law about projects until the best I can punish them with is an out of bounds detention. But finally, it's why my house allows the things you saw that night. By the founders logic, if you were a student here, you were an adult.”
“Oh” was all Hermione could say, joining the word of the day club. “So women are expected to serve the whims of men.”
“Its not about men or women Hermione, its about the ebb and flow of power.” Daphne put in.
“Indeed. What you saw was generally the worst of it. Most Slytherin's understand what is expected of them, and learn to use it for their advantage. Some are dominating bastards from the get go, and some submissive as kittens, some choose to play both sides of that game, and others play it in ways you could not possible imagine, and with a level of skill that frightens even me.” he gave Daphne a odd look at that point, but did not elaborate on it.
“Miss Parkinson on the other hand, well she never engaged the game at all. I think she is a likely Slytherin by stint of her betrothal contract to Draco, I'm certain the hat wanted to put her some place else, but was forced to place her with her future husband. She is unhappy with the contract, something you must have noticed, but as you undoubtedly know, there is literally nothing you or anyone else can do about a magical betrothal contract.” he actually seemed saddened by that fact to Hermione, which surprised her. “I did try to make Lucius see reason on the matter, but he is so damn stubborn where Draco is concerned, and frankly with Narcissa in favour of the contract, it was a certainty.”
“Why is she?” Daphne asked, it had always bugged her, and her curiosity trumped her dislike of the man.
“She's been friends with with Pansy's mother since childhood, and like everything they do together, they see the contract as some perverse confirmation of how very good friends they are.” he snarled. “As to the young girl that Flint was engaging with, you might be interested to know that through that liaison she has managed to arrange a summer internship at the DMLE, starting in her fourth year, specifically the Office for Improper Political Conduct. She's basically solidified her career in her first year, hows your career coming by the way?”
“Please Professor, you know very well that as a muggle born I've got little to no chance of finding meaningful work.” her snapped at his dig, causing his eyebrows to raise menacingly. “Sorry sir.”
“True. But you're intelligent enough to make ends meet I'm sure.”
“It's no secret you dislike Hermione sir, and you know my feelings, so why exactly are we here?” Daphne asked as politely as she could force herself.
“When Potter and Weasley found their way into the Slytherin common room last year, yes I know about that, and your rather amusing mishap... anyway, they were so focused on Draco's spoiled ramblings that they missed the seventh year girl getting serviced by a third year in the corner. I bet you on the other hand missed nothing, I bet you could recite the entire event verbatim. I'm impressed by your intelligence and observational skills Miss Granger, but for the longest time I hated the way you flaunted it, as though you were the only smart person in the world. But regardless of that, recently I came to realise something. You and I share a skill Miss Granger, not a rare skill, indeed most Slytherins come to it naturally, but very few people truly excel at it. We are both very very gifted actors.” he said with a cocked eyebrow, Hermione said nothing in reply.
“I am not sure what or how much of what you show the world is a front Miss Granger, and for the most part I don't care, what interests me is how well you keep it up. Sure there are moments where you show yourself, punching Draco would be good example of that, but on the whole you have kept your little act up quite well. I suppose I should get to the point... You see miss Granger, when I graduated Hogwarts I had high ambitions, I wanted to spend my life researching advanced potions, helping people. Like so often throughout history, the call of war offered great opportunities for research, and they were opportunities I exploited blindly. And now I'm stuck here, languishing, teaching potions to a bunch of idiots who can barely follow simple instructions. I want to do real research again.” he finished with passion.
“No offence, but what has that got to do with me sir?” Hermione asked.
“You are unlikely to know Miss Granger, but I am a prisoner released permanently into the headmasters care, I won't go into details on why.” he said putting up a hand to forestall Hermione's interruption, but that did not stop Daphne
“You were responsible for brewing over 100 doses of poison throughout the war, resulting in the deaths of dozens of neutrals, my eldest brother included. A message from your master.” she snarled.
“I regret my actions in the war, I was young and foolish.” Snape said quietly.
“Regret... how rich.” she snarled again, but Snape seemed to put it aside.
“Back to topic. I have few restrictions, most are self imposed, or imposed by the headmaster, but there are some from the Ministry. The one relevant today, is that I get almost none of my salary, compensation I must pay for my misdeeds. All in all I have no money to make any real effort at research. There are plenty of rich pure bloods who I can ask for money, and in the past I have done deals with them, but as Miss Greengrass would tell you, charity in our society is something of a social faux pas, more so for me as Head of Slytherin. So I would be expected to pay it back, with interest. Even then it would mostly go through Gringotts, which means the Ministry will take a chunk out of it like they do my wages. No I need money from a untraceable source, who will not use it against me. You are that source Miss Granger.”
“And I should just give you this money?” she asked.
“Yes.” replied the professor.
“And what would I get in return?”
“My silence.” was his reply.
“Not enough.” she answered and stood as if to leave.
“Wait. Fine, you give me the money I need to do my research, and I'll give you... information.” he panicked with a vague answer.
“On?” she was intrigued now, she was a little worried to find out that he knew about her money, but this could prove useful. He was panicking even more now, his face was the most animated she had ever seen it. It seemed odd to her that he would be suddenly so off kilter about things, she looked at Daphne who rolled her eyes, and it dawned on Hermione why.
“...school affairs, some Minist-”
“Cut the act Sir. Unless you have something meaningful you can give me, I'm leaving.” she replied, fully taking the upper hand for the first time.
“Very Miss Granger, ruin one of my last little joys. For the sum of 500 Galleons a month I will, where able, protect you from ever being punished by the other staff members at the school, and never punish you myself. I will also keep you appraised, again where I can, of Dumbledore's intentions towards you, Harry Potter, and Ronald Weasley. Lastly I will keep that you have a erm... unusually large amount of money, and my suspicions as to how you ascertained that money, to myself.” he rattled off, confirming his earlier comment that he was just as good an actor as her.

“Daphne?” Hermione asked.
“Much better, you should accept those terms. However I'd up that to 600 Galleons a month, with the added provision that he provide 1 potion of your choice a quarter. How does that sound?” she countered.

“Well Professor?” Hermione asked.
“Seems fair, but only if I agree with the potion. I will not brew Grants Draught for example. How about I write up a private contract to that affect?” he inquired.
“Not even nearly enough. I think an Oathed Contract will serve much more adequately.” Daphne replied to his shock, though she was not foolish enough to believe any emotion he expressed. Using the time his surprise provided, she pulled out a pen and parchment, and drafted up the wording of an oath. She finished, cast the spell on the parchment, and passed it over to him. “How does this look.”
“Must keep all information exchanged in private a secret? A little paranoid are we?” he digged, but at Daphne's less than impressed expression continued. “This is fine. Lets get to it then:” he placed his wand on the contract, as did Hermione and Daphne.
“I Severus Snape make this oath in good honour, upon my magic as forfeit. Whilst the good faith of Hermione Jean Granger and Daphne Mara Greengrass regarding this contract is upheld, I will uphold good faith regarding this contract. This I swear.” Snape intoned, the words of his speech were written on the parchment, and glowing under his wand as he spoke them.
“I Daphne Mara Greengrass make this oath in good honour, upon my Magic as forfeit. Whilst the good faith of Severus Snape and Hermione Jean Granger regarding this contract is upheld, I will uphold good faith regarding this contract. This I swear.” Daphne spoke, her words glowing also.
“I Hermione Jean Granger make this oath in good honour, upon my Magic as forfeit. Whilst the good faith of Severus Snape and Daphne Mara Greengrass regarding this contract is upheld, I will uphold good faith regarding this contract. This I swear.” Hermione finished, her words glowed, then they both flashed together even brighter.
“Well, that concludes our business tonight.” he said. Hermione just nodded and they got up to leave, as they was just exiting the door, Snape spoke again. “Miss Granger, I must ask. Just how did you do it? It's been driving me crazy.”
“Con men don't trust banks Professor.” she said, and left the Professor nonplussed.
AN
Please give me any feedback. I have most of book one written, and I will be uploading about one chapter a week depending on my internet connection. This is not beta read, so feel free to point out any errors you see. I struggle with overall Structure sometimes, so if anything does not make sense feel free to ask/tell me.
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