Black Dawn Ch.15: Hoggy Warty Hogwarts

Daphne’s bright blue eyes shone in the window’s reflection as green fields rolled past the train, the gloomy London skies giving way to a clear blue one as the Hogwarts Express sped across the country. Hedwig was perched in her lap, preening as Daphne petted her feathers. 

Across from her, Harry winced as the talons of Daphne’s cat dug into his leg, and Snowy looked up, glaring at him. With a small sigh, Harry patted her, and she settled on his lap, her claws retracting as she shot Hedwig a look that he could only describe as smug.

“My mum’s a witch, but my dad is a muggle.” Tracey’s voice drew his attention back to the conversation. “She didn’t tell him she was one, though, until after I did my first accidental magic, turning my teddy bear to ten times its size so I could sleep on it.” Tracey narrated animatedly, her hands waving in the air to show the size of the teddy bear. “Gave dad a right scare, until mum explained everything.” Tracey giggled. “She says that he was more upset about being kept away from all the awesome stuff magic could do than her lying to him.”

“Wow,” Susan whispered, her eyes darting to Harry, her lips quirking into a smirk. “My aunt told me that my first accidental magic was summoning a toy from across the room right from Harry’s hands when he was playing with it because I wanted it and Harry wasn’t giving it to me.”

Daphne glanced at Harry. “You two sure knew each other young.”

Susan nodded. “Going by the stories Grandpa Arcturus and Aunty Amelia tell us, we were practically inseparable as friends since we saw each other for the first time when we were a year old. We still do most things together. Lessons, playing, shopping— we even went to the alley together last month.” 

“She has a room at my house,” Harry added. “She comes over practically every day, to be fair.”

“I mean, the lessons were always held at your house and there were adults present,” Susan said. “Aunty doesn’t like leaving me alone with the elves, so she prefers that I come to your place, where your grandfather or Mister Remus can keep an eye on us.” She grinned. “Of course, it ends up being more of Melody who keeps an eye on us at times. She only tells us off but doesn't tattle unless we do something drastic.”

Harry snorted. “Remember the broom incident? I think she popped straight into a Wizengamot meeting to get Grandpa and Aunt Amelia.”

“What broom incident?” Tracey asked.

“Well, a couple or so years ago, Harry and I were alone at his house because there was some big Wizengamot meeting. Melody, his elf, was watching us while we played catch with the Quaffle.” Susan narrated. “We— well, Harry got this idea that we should play on a real broom like Quidditch players.” 

“We were nine,” Harry supplied, a smile curving on his lips as he recalled the incident. “And Susan had never flown a broom— not even the practice ones like I had, and her aunt had even forbidden her from even riding one of mine.”

Susan scoffed. “Still better than what happened to you. You had yours confiscated because you kept flying yours through the house to get around. It led to Dora falling down two flights of stairs.”

“I wasn’t even near her!” Harry protested. “And she trips on thin air. Till then, I hadn’t damaged anything or gotten hurt like everyone said I would. It wasn’t my fault that Dora got scared and fell down the stairs.” He scowled. “I’m still convinced that she tripped like she always does, and she just blamed it on me. Not the first time she’s done it either, from what Uncle Ted told me.”

Daphne hid a small laugh behind her hand while Tracey snorted.

“I believe you. I really do.” Susan patted Harry’s leg, turning to the other two girls. “So, Harry convinced Melody to make us some snacks while we snuck up to where Harry’s grandfather kept a few old brooms,” Susan continued. “They were these antique brooms— Nimbus One Thousands, I think, and they had someone’s signature on them. We took those out for a ride.”

“Signed antiques?” Daphne leaned forward as Harry nodded. “Those are pretty rare. My great aunt has a collection of them— signed quaffles and snitches mostly. She says they’re rather expensive and their value just increases with age.” 

“They do. My Grandpa has a collection too,” Harry said. “The ones we took were Nimbus One Thousands, first edition, ridden and signed by Thomas Brown and Clyde Bunyip.”

“They played and won the nineteen-hundred Quidditch world series for England.” Daphne’s eyes widened. “And the brooms were the Nimbus One Thousand, which they played on. My great aunt would kill to have those brooms.”

In Harry’s lap, Snowy yawned and rested her head on his lap, her tail curling around her.

Next to him, Susan rolled her eyes. “I still don’t understand why someone would buy old brooms. The new ones are so much better and faster.”

“The thing isn’t about being better or faster. It is about the legacy and the history behind it,” Daphne replied. “No one is going to ride them in the field.” 

“I agree. It is more about possessing something that represents a piece of greatness.” Harry inclined his head. “Brown and Bunyip were two of the greatest English players to have ever played. They were revered around the world, and they won the World Cup for England twice.”

Daphne beamed at him. “Exactly my point. To have your identity and things mean something is an aspiration for most witches and wizards. To have it even decades after your time? It’s an achievement of a lifetime.”

“I suppose it is. Can we get back to the story?” Tracey waved her away. “What happened after you two got the brooms?”

“Well, we snuck out and took off in the air. Susan struggled a bit with hers, but eventually got it, while I was doing fine because I had ridden training brooms before.”

“He means he was flying circles around the house and me, whooping up and down through the air like he was born on a broom,” Susan said in a conspiratorial tone, and Harry scoffed. “Just between us all, I think he was.”

Daphne gave a small laugh and Tracey grinned widely at Harry. 

“Anyhow, Harry’s elf must’ve spotted us, and she went to get his Grandfather and my Aunty,” Susan continued. “While she was doing that, we were playing with the quaffle, trying to act like real Quidditch players. It ended with us two colliding nastily in midair.” Susan swept her pigtail back over her shoulder. “I nearly fell off my broom, but Harry caught me and managed to get me onto the roof of his house— which is where his Grandfather found us both.”

Tracey let out a low whistle. “If I had done that, my parents would’ve been furious. My mum, at least, anyway. My dad’s more encouraging of creative stuff and trying out new things, while mum’s… mum.”

“Oh, Grandpa was furious too. But I think he was more concerned with getting the two of us down the roof first,” Harry gave Susan a small grin. “It was mostly Aunt Amelia who chewed us out for doing all that.”

“Yeah,” Susan smiled back at him, before turning to Daphne. “What about you, Daphne? You haven’t told us anything about yourself.”

Daphne flushed slightly. “Oh, yes. I’m um… the eldest daughter of the Greengrass family, and I live with my parents and little sister, Astoria.” She tucked her blonde hair behind her ears. “I don’t have all that many stories. I think my first accidental magic was levitating my little sister to my parents. I don’t remember doing it, but my parents say that I did.”

“I think levitating a baby is more interesting than summoning a toy,” Susan told her. “You’re a good sister.”

“It wasn’t anything impressive, though. Someday, I want to do something truly great.” Her blue eyes lit up with a gleam. “Something that will have my name spoken in the same breath as Merlin and Morgana. Achieve something that lives beyond me.”

“Something that’ll have people want the stuff you owned and collect them as pieces of history,” Harry said, and she nodded, her face brightening.

“Yes. Something like that.”

“Wow,” Susan breathed. “What is that something, though? Have you thought about it?”

Daphne shrugged. “Not yet. But that’s what I want to figure out at Hogwarts. I once heard someone say that every witch and wizard is special in their own way and all have the capability of greatness. I intend to find it.”

“I believe in you,” Harry whispered. “My grandpa says that if a person truly puts their mind to something, there is no force, no magic that can stop them from achieving it.”

“Thanks, Harry,” Daphne muttered as she gave him a brilliant smile while her cheeks turned rosy. 

His lips quirked. “Though, let me warn you, the signing autograph stuff gets boring pretty fast. That and the handshakes and the unnecessary favors.”

“You don’t like the fame, do you?” Tracey asked, tilting her head. 

“I don’t care for it all that much. It came with a rather hefty price, after all.” Harry said, and Tracey winced. “But on the other hand, I feel it is also a recognition of my parents and what they did. Above all, it is going to be there, regardless of what I feel about it, so I might as well accept it. I just think of it as the world remembering my parents through me.” 

“Oh, I see,” Tracey breathed. “Um, if you don’t mind me asking, do you remember anything about that night? The night when You-Know-Who came?”

“Tracey,” Daphne hissed.

Harry waved her off. “No, it’s alright. I don’t remember all that much. Just a flash of green that wakes me up sometimes.”

Susan squeezed his hand lightly, and Harry gave her a small, quick smile.

Tracey grimaced, but before she could say anything, a clattering noise drew their attention to the old witch who stood outside their compartment. She slid the door open, revealing a trolley full of sweets.

“Anything off the trolley, dears?” She smiled warmly at them. “Candy? Pastry? Snacks? Chocolates?”

Harry rose to his feet, and Snowy leapt off his lap, giving him a baleful look before leaping onto Daphne’s trunk. 

He felt a slight trickle of relief wash over him as he straightened his robes, a part of him glad to break the conversation. 

“I’ll have a Cauldron cake and the chocolate frogs, please.” Harry saw the witch’s eyes widen, but he turned around to look at his friends. “What about you all? You want the quills, Susie?”

“Sure,” Susan said. “You might want to take something for Dora too.”

“And we’ll have pumpkin pasties and a pack of Drooble’s gum,” Daphne removed a few sickles from her pockets. “Oh, and Gillywater?”

“Okay. And don’t worry, I’ll take care of it,” Harry told her and glanced at the old witch. “Could you make that five gillywaters? All of that and a bundle of licorice wands.”

A few moments later, he paid the witch five sickles and a few knuts before carrying the armful of sweets back into the compartment, dumping it all next to Susan.

“Thank you,” Daphne smiled. “We can buy our own candy, though. You don’t have to pay for us.”

“Please, it’s nothing.” Harry ripped the packet of chocolate frogs open and fished one out, catching the frog before it could escape. “And Susan never pays for her candy anyway. She just steals mine.”

Susan grinned. “It isn’t like I don’t want to pay. It’s just more fun to steal yours.”

“Whatever allows you to sleep at night, Susie. Whatever allows you to sleep at night.”

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The afternoon sun shone across their laps, falling upon the small pile of chocolate wrappers and Gillywater bottles heaped onto the small side table. The countryside flew past them, rolling in a blur of beautiful landscapes and forests, the amiable chatter drifting across the small cabin. 

“Is it me, or should we cover up the window? The sun’s coming on our side now.” Susan frowned at the bright sunlight in her arms. “There are no blinds or curtains, and it is far too bright.”

“But it’s so beautiful outside with all the animals and green fields.” Daphne smiled as a field full of cows and sheep passed by them. “Maybe I can tint the window? I read about a charm that tints glass to the color you want.”

Harry blinked. “Where?”

“Oh, it’s in our textbook, called the Tinting charm.” She dragged her trunk out, and Snowy let out a disconsolate hiss, leaping off the lid and curling up next to Susan on the seat. “If I can find it, maybe I can try it out.” 

She rummaged through her trunk, removing their charms textbook and flipping through it, her fingers running down the lines of neatly printed text and photographs as she searched for it.

“Are you sure it’ll work and not… I dunno? Blow up the glass instead?” Tracey asked. “Because the last time you tried a spell, you smashed your mum’s favorite vase into the ceiling.”

Harry and Susan shared a smile while Daphne scowled at her friend.

“Do you think great wizards and witches became great by being afraid to try out new things?” Daphne struck her nose in the air. “If you don’t try, you’ll never know, Tracey. The worst thing you can do is not try.” She drew her wand and rotated her wrist. “I’ve found the spell and I’m going to try it.”

“I suppose the worst thing that can happen is that the glass will break,” Harry said. “If it does, I’m sure we can get someone to magically repair it. Dora should be coming back any time now, anyway. And if she isn’t, I’ll fetch some older student from one of the neighboring compartments.”

“How can you be sure that they’d help?” Tracey asked. “They don’t even know us.”

Harry raised an eyebrow at her and snorted. “If they don’t know me, I’ll ask nicely. I promise.”

Daphne hid a grin behind the book, practicing the wand movement with her free hand. “I think I’m ready to try it.”

The door slid open suddenly, and a bushy-haired girl in Hogwarts robes stood on the other side, a near-tearful boy behind her. Her eyes ran around the compartment before she looked at them.

“Have any of you seen a toad? Neville’s lost one.”

Harry looked at the girls and shook his head. “I’m sorry, we haven’t.”

“Alright,” she said, her eyes flicking to Daphne. “Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it, then.”

She plopped herself between Harry and Susan, causing him to blink. He glanced at Daphne, who seemed taken aback as he was, staring at the girl with a bewildered look.

“I’m sorry, but we didn’t quite catch your name.” Tracey cut in, extending her hand. “I’m Tracey, by the way.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The girl’s cheeks colored as she took Tracey’s hand. “I’m Hermione Granger. And he’s Neville. We’re both first years.”

“So are we.” Harry mustered a polite smile for her before glancing at Neville, who seemed hesitant to enter. “Neville, nice to meet you. I’m sure you can ask a prefect to search for your toad— they’re more likely to find it with a spell.” Standing up, he extended his hand, grasping Neville’s in a firm shake that seemed to shake the boy out of the stupor for a moment. “I’m Harry. Harry Potter.”

“Neville Longbottom,” he replied almost automatically, before his eyes widened.

“Are you really?” Hermione’s voice cut through the cabin before Harry could continue. “I’ve read about you, you know? I was new to this world, and I wanted to know all I could, so I picked a few extra books for light reading. You’re nearly in all modern history books that detail the events of this century. You’re famous, Harry.”

Harry’s lips twitched as he gave her a small nod, catching Susan’s eye, who seemed to be holding back laughter behind the girl’s back. “I’ll take your word for it, Hermione.”

“Goodness, didn’t you know?” Hermione questioned. “I’d have found out everything I could if it were me.” 

“One would think he wouldn’t need history books to learn about himself now, would he?” Daphne snarked, and Harry swallowed a snort. “Imagine having to find out about yourself through history books.”

“You’re a muggleborn, aren’t you?” Susan gave a side-eyed glare to Daphne, and Hermione frowned at her suspiciously. 

“I am.”

“Then a word of advice. Half the history books you’ll find in the usual stores are either biased or utter fiction.” Susan glanced at Harry, a spark of mischief dancing in her eyes, and Harry groaned lightly. “I read one of those about Harry. And as someone who has known him for the past ten years, I can safely say it was a pile of dragon dung.”

Hermione's face turned horrified. “The books are wrong?”

“That’s what I realized.” Susan shrugged. “There are genuine authors too, don’t get me wrong. But my aunt told me that there are no regulations for things like this, and many authors make a pretty knut selling their own versions of history.”

“Oh.” Hermione’s face fell. “I didn’t know that.” She glanced at Neville. “Maybe we should continue looking for the toad before it gets further away?”

Neville nodded before looking apologetically at Harry. “I— I’m sorry for disturbing you all.”

“Nonsense. I’d be looking for Hedwig too, if she got lost.” Harry clapped him lightly on the shoulder, the faint image of his grandfather doing the same playing in his mind while another faint memory resurfaced. “You know? I think our parents knew each other pretty well. I saw your mum in my parents’ wedding album— she was one of my mum’s bridesmaids, I think.”

“She was?” Neville’s eyes gained a spark, his breath hitching. “I… I don’t know all that much about my mum.” He gulped. “Gran doesn’t tell me all that much about her.”

“Maybe I can put you in touch with my Uncle Remus. He attended Hogwarts with my mum and dad, so he might’ve known your mum too.” Harry offered. “You should write him a letter, and I’ll let him know. Even if he didn’t know her, I’m sure he can point you to someone who did.”

“You’d do that?”

Harry smiled at him. “It is the least I can do.”

“Thank you,” Neville whispered, a small smile stretching on his face. “Thank you.”

He turned around and disappeared down the corridor, and Hermione slipped past Harry, giving him a quick smile before going after Neville. Harry pulled the door shut and sat down next to Susan with a sigh.

“I thought your grandfather and his grandmother hated each other,” Daphne said, and Harry raised an eyebrow. “My dad told me that your grandfather nearly attacked her in front of the whole Wizengamot some years ago. And since then, the two of them haven’t seen eye to eye on anything. If your grandfather votes for something, Augusta Longbottom will usually vote against it. Yet you were pretty helpful and polite to Neville.”

“Well, yes. The thing is that Neville is going to take the seat his grandmother is on in a few years. I see no reason to continue the feud between Blacks and Longbottoms. And my grandfather taught me that it is better to make friends than enemies.” Harry leaned back in his seat and smiled. “And all it costs me is writing a letter to Uncle Remus, which I was going to do in a week or so anyway.”

“And yet Neville will be grateful to you for doing it anyway.” Daphne’s forehead creased. “More than grateful, actually. So when you go to him for something like a favor, he is unlikely to go against you like his grandmother does.”

Harry inclined his head. “Well, yes. I think most of all, it will help prevent any ill-will that his grandmother tries to spill my way because of her feud with my Grandfather. The next time she says something about me or the Blacks who raised me, all Neville will remember is how I helped him connect with his mum. Not to mention, as I told him, it was the least I could do.”

“It was very kind,” Tracey agreed.

“I understand what it is like,” Harry said, before turning to Daphne. “I thought you were trying out that spell.”

“Oh, yes, I was.” Daphne glanced down at the book and took a deep breath, moving her wand slowly in an inverted-S-like motion. “I think I’m ready. I want the window to be tinted a bit black.” 

She closed her eyes and nodded to herself before pointing her wand at the window. Tracey quietly scooched away from the window, curling closer to the door.

“Vitrum Obscuro.” Daphne incanted, and the glass darkened, turning black till no sunlight streamed through, dimming the whole compartment.

Susan cheered while Harry gave her a small grin, while Daphne’s face fell

“It darkened too much,” Daphne muttered. “I need to do it again.”

“Yeah, do that with the door window, and we might as well be sitting in pitch darkness,” Tracey murmured. “Which may be fun if we decide to tell some spooky stories— I’ve got one from a muggle movie I saw a few weeks ago with my dad.” 

Susan shivered. “Yeah, let’s not do that. I don’t like spooky stories. Let’s just reverse this, alright?”

“Don’t worry, Uncle Remus taught me the reversal spell a few days back when I asked him to,” Harry said and drew his wand, the wood sending a slight tingle up his arm. “He agreed because he said it might help me if I got into trouble.” He traced a circle in front of the window. “Finite.”

The black faded away, and bright sunlight flooded into the compartment, causing Harry to see spots as it seared his eyes.

“Bloody hell.” Tracey rubbed her eyes. “Is it me, or is it brighter than before?”

“Not really.” Susan blinked and squinted at Harry. “Why’d you want to learn the spell? It seems an awfully specific thing to learn unless you messed something up.”

Harry grinned. “Dora had bought a dicta-quill to do all her homework the easy way. It was from Zonko’s, and the spellwork is usually rather simple on their products— a finite and her plans went in the trash.”

“You what?” A voice demanded, and Harry whirled around to see Nymphadora Tonks standing by the doorway, her hair turning red. “You fucking wanker, I had to write so much by hand!”

She drew her wand, and Harry tried scampering out of the way, but a spark of white light hit him in the hip, leaving a stinging pain.

“Ouch!” He hissed, and she smirked triumphantly. “This is Prefect abuse!” Another hex flew toward him, but Harry ducked his head, and the spell sparked against the window harmlessly. “Stop or I’ll tell your mum that you hexed me!”

The wand lowered immediately, and Dora scowled at him. “That’s cheating. And do you have any idea how much I had to write because of your little prank?”

“Serves you right. You shouldn’t cheat like that.” Harry scoffed, rubbing the spot where her hex had hit. “You should also be grateful. Those quills tend to make all sorts of mistakes.” 

She rolled her eyes. “No, they don’t. Just because they’re cheap doesn’t mean they’re bad.”

“It was from Zonko’s, which is a prank shop.” Harry folded his arms and huffed. “Why would they sell dicta-quills of all things?”

“Whatever.” Dora’s hair turned purple, causing Daphne and Tracey to gawk. “Yes, little firsties, my hair did change color. I am super-powerful and Harry Potter’s super-awesome cousin. Do keep up.”

“You’re a metamorphmagus, aren’t you?” Daphne asked, and Dora’s eyebrows rose. “I’ve heard about this type of ability. It sounds really brilliant to be able to do all that.”

Harry snorted. “Wait till she changes her face to something horrible and scares you in the middle of the night.”

“It was hilarious. Though you still aren’t off the hook for pranking me.” Dora waggled a finger at him. “I spent an hour trying to get the Merlin-be-damned thing to work. And you were right there.”

“And I assure you, it was hilarious to watch.” Harry sat back down and grinned at her. “I was cracking up on the inside.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Annoy me enough and I’ll crack your insides.”

“Annoy me enough and those words might find themselves being quoted in my next letter to Aunt Andy.”

She blanched, and Harry grinned. “Truce?”

“Truce.”

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Harry straightened his robes and checked the hat on his head in the window’s faint reflection as darkness fell outside, the moon visible in the sky overhead. Daphne, Tracey, and Susan sat on the seats, wearing similar dark uniform robes and the plain white tie they had been given.

“Any idea how we’d be sorted?” Susan asked, her foot bouncing rapidly as it did whenever she was nervous. “I think it’s some sort of test.”

“If it is, it shouldn’t be all that tough,” Harry said, leaning back in his seat. “I mean, we’re all first years. We barely know any magic. And those who weren’t raised in the wizarding world probably won’t know any at all.”

“Maybe it is more like a generic test about us. They might give us some situations, and depending on how we’d answer, they would sort us into the houses.” Tracey muttered. “Like if your solution is cunning, you go to Slytherin. If it’s smart, you go to Ravenclaw.”

Daphne just shrugged, her hands fiddling with her hat, which was still on her lap. 

“I just wish your sister had told us more, you know? She just said it was a tradition to not tell firsties how they’re sorted.” Tracey sighed. “She seemed in a hurry to get back to her friends.”

“Well, they’re meeting after two months, and they’re all excited to discuss their own new classes after NEWTs,” Harry said. “Apparently, if you score high enough in a particular subject, you become eligible for additional subjects or an accelerated course, which may allow you to earn a commendation. Or if you’re really good, your H.A.W.K.”

“Higher Academic Wizarding Knowledge,” Daphne clarified for Tracey. “Only the very best of students get to do that while still at Hogwarts.”

“My mum did,” Harry muttered, peering outside the window and catching a glimpse of lanterns outside, feeling a tide of excitement well in his chest. “We’re here. We’re at Hogwarts.”

The three girls scrambled to the window to look outside, their eyes widening.

“That’s Hogsmeade station,” Daphne breathed as the train pulled onto the platform, the whistle blowing loudly across the length of the train. 

“We’ve reached Hogwarts.” A cool voice announced. “Please leave your luggage and pets on the train, they will be taken to the school separately. Proceed out in an orderly manner.”

Harry glanced at Susan, who gave him a nervous smile, before he pulled the door open and slid amongst the milling crowd of students who were walking down the corridor, the girls right behind him.

“First Years! First years over here!” A booming voice called, and Harry picked the sight of a large, mountain of a man who towered over all the other students, including the older ones, with a huge lantern in his hand. “First years, come this way!”

He looked over his shoulder and saw Susan trailing behind him, Daphne and Tracey with her. “That way.”

They weaved through the crowd toward the man, who already had a small crowd gathering around him. Harry caught sight of Hermione and Neville, who seemed to look around wide-eyed.

“First years, over here!” The man boomed again, giving them a big smile. “Come here, come over here. First years!” As more people gathered, the man looked around. “Any more first years? No? Follow me and mind your step, eh?”

He lumbered ahead, leading everyone down a steep, narrow path, the twigs and leaves crunching under their boots as some slipped or stumbled. Harry walked precariously, mindfully avoiding any stumbles, as he walked around a bend.

Harry’s breath hitched as moonlight fell over a vast, breathtakingly beautiful castle that towered over the lake, which seemed to be made of molten silver in the night. 

He glanced sideways at Susan, Daphne, and Tracey, whose faces were pale with awe, and their eyes wide like his own, before looking back at the castle, his chest tightening as its towers loomed higher with every step. 

For years, this had been the place he wanted to come to. The place where he would learn magic. The place where his parents and grandparents had learned magic and done amazing things. It was where they wanted him to come.

Now, he was here. He was at the place his parents had called home for seven years. Just like he would.

He was at Hogwarts.

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AND… DONE! Hope you all liked the chapter!

So, yes, I covered the whole Express ride and introduced some of the main characters who would be with us through the story, which includes Harry, too, as I feel this is the first true glimpse we got of him, when he’s not with family. I enjoyed building the characters quite a bit, though.

I had originally intended to do the sorting as well, but decided that I would cover it in the next chapter with the feast and the introduction of another couple of important characters, including our very favorite blonde ponce.

A huge thank you to Mughil and Tulayb for betaing this chapter!

The next update will be for GotSIS as per popular demand (and the poll).

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