Emma learns more about the stranger in town, Queenie begins to set up shop, and Henry and David learn more about Harry's world.

***

"It's a good location," Emma remarked as she and Queenie perused the documents Mr. Gold had given the Legilimens regarding her storefront. "And it seems like a good deal, too."

"It helps that I have the bakery back in New York, too," Queenie nodded. "It's certainly not the cheapest, but it isn't too expensive, either. It's a good deal."

Emma smirked. "Maybe Gold is fond of your confections."

Queenie giggled and closed the folder. "Or maybe he doesn't want to give you a reason to get in his business again."

Emma shrugged. "He stays on my good side, I'll work to stay on his."

"Seems fair to me," Queenie agreed.

"So," Emma glanced around as they approached the diner, eyeing the stranger's motorcycle when she saw it parked on the street, "are you going to tell us what had you so spooked after you followed Regina a few days ago?"

Queenie swallowed hard. "I need to go back some time alone," she whispered. "If I'm right . . . it could change a lot when it comes to Regina and Gold."

"And Gold?" Emma's eyebrows rose. "This involves Gold?"

"It would, depending on how we play this," Queenie nodded. "But Regina is still the mayor, and what I saw - "

She cut off when the door to the diner swung open in front of them and the stranger emerged, blinking when he saw them. "Sheriff," he greeted. "I've been meaning to bump into you."

Emma's eyebrows rose higher, and Queenie coughed, sidestepping the stranger. "I'll be upstairs, Emma."

"Yeah," Emma nodded, folding her arms and nodding to the stranger.

"Matter of fact, I was hoping we might grab that drink you promised," he told her.

Emma smirked. "Is that you asking me out?"

"Well, if putting a label on it makes you feel more comfortable," the stranger hummed, rocking on his heels. "Sure. Let's call it a date."

Emma smirked. "I thought you came here to write, find inspiration."

"Well, I'm optimistic about our date," he grinned at her.

Emma laughed. "See, I have a policy. I won't go out with guys who won't tell me their names. Find it weeds out the ones who keep secrets . . . like they're already married, or they store body parts in their freezer." She smiled sweetly and walked past him to the door. "It was nice talking to you."

"It's August!" he called after her, and Emma turned around, surprised he had told her. "August W. Booth."

Emma snorted. "Really? With the middle initial?"

"W is for Wayne," August explained. "So, there goes your reason for not meeting me here after work."

He walked off to his motorcycle, and Emma shook her head, walking into the diner. She found Queenie at a booth in the back with Harry, Mary Margaret, and David, the four huddled over Queenie's documents. All of them looked up as Emma approached, and Mary Margaret glanced out the window as August rode away. "Who was that?" she asked.

"I don't know yet," Emma replied.

"Yet?" David repeated, raising an eyebrow. "So you're going to find out?"

"Hopefully, today's the day to get some answers," Emma nodded, cradling the mug of hot cocoa that awaited her. "It's when I'm glad it's such a small town. Hopefully not a big amount of work, and this guy said he would meet me later."

"And I'll be on call otherwise," David nodded.

"And you, kid," Emma leaned down and smiled at her son, who grinned widely at her. "I heard it's practical day, huh?"

"Yeah!" Harry nodded excitedly. "So I'll be with Remus and Uncle Newt all day."

"Well, better hop to it," Emma winked. "You know the time of day Newt starts working. I bet he's already cooking something up for you."

Harry cheered and jumped from his seat, pausing only to hug Emma before he ran for the inn, Ruby smiling in amusement as she watched him. "I can't believe how good you are with him," David marveled.

"What can I say?" Emma sat back in her chair with a pleased smile. "I've had years to practice. It's good to be a mom."

Mary Margaret giggled into her coffee. "Well, according to Henry, I'm yours."

David choked on his coffee, and Queenie quickly reached over to clap him on the back. "Yeah," the deputy coughed, covering his mouth with his arm. "Well . . . "

He gave Emma a pleading look, and she cleared her throat. "Well, I'm not yours, so I can't tell you what to do after the school day is done," she said.

"But I could always use another eye to help me look at the storefront," Queenie chirped. "I want it to look similar to the bakery back in New York, but I certainly wouldn't mind some input."

"Ooo!" Ruby's eyes lit as she arrived to clear their dishes. "Do you mind if I come, too? I can search for the plans that were used for the diner. Maybe that could help you somehow."

"That would be a great help, Ruby," Queenie smiled. "Thank you."

"Oh, why not?" Mary Margaret agreed with a grin. "Any chance of a discount for a first-time buyer with several children who love confections?"

"Hey," Ruby scowled. "She'll be partnering with the diner!"

Emma and David exchanged amused looks. "On that note," Emma stood, "we will see everyone later."

The three women gave quick goodbyes before Ruby and Mary Margaret were at it again, leaving Queenie to watch and attempt to smother a grin. David hastily exited the diner, and Emma followed at a more leisurely pace, watching David duck around the corner towards the alley. She glanced around the area to make sure no one was looking, then she used her wand to cast the Muffliato Charm at the entrance of the alley. Satisfied no one would overhear them, she ducked into the alley and approached David, who was pacing back and forth. "Dad," she began.

"I get it," he interrupted her with a bitter laugh, holding up his hands. "I get that she's cursed. Everyone here is cursed, doomed to live their life on repeat until it's broken. But for her to be cursed, for me to remember, and to hear her say that . . . " He shook his head and rubbed his face with both hands. "I love her, Emma," he whispered brokenly. "But I miss Snow like a missing limb."

"I get it, Dad," Emma swallowed, moving forward to hug him. "I know you do. We'll get her back. We will, I promise."

David hugged her tightly to him. She winced slightly at the strength he used, but she hugged him just as tightly. "I hope it's soon," he admitted.

Emma closed her eyes and nodded in agreement. "Me, too."

***

"Do you have any idea who he is?" Henry asked curiously as he and David ascended the stairs to the rooms that had been claimed by Emma's family for weeks.

"No," David shook his head. "This guy came from outside of Storybrooke, Henry. I've never met him before, and I have no clue who he could be. Let's hope Emma can get some answers."

Henry nodded in agreement and knocked on the door to Emma and Harry's room. "Other room!" Emma's voice came from Newt and Queenie's room next door. David and Henry exchanged surprised looks, then David opened the door to the next room. They found Emma leaning against the wardrobe with a smirk on her face, and she was looking down into Newt's open case. "You know, I'm starting to think this is why you don't keep your dragons in there," she remarked. "You can't even keep the nifflers in one place!"

"We caught them!" Newt's muffled voice came from inside the case, and Henry looked up at David with wide eyes. "And at least they were inside the case! You should've seen the jewelry store Teddy robbed the first time I was in New York!"

Emma rolled her eyes and gave David and Henry a grin. "I can only imagine."

Laughter came from the bathroom, and Remus stepped out, drying his hands with a towel. "Look at it this way, Emma," he told her. "It could be a Demiguise on the loose."

"That happened once!" Newt called. "Same trip, too!"

"Of course, it did," Emma sighed and pushed off the wardrobe. "I need to go meet August W. Booth."

"Middle initial?" David's eyebrows rose in surprise.

"For Wayne," Emma said dramatically, making Henry giggle. "Anyway, I owe him a drink. He's going to collect. Harry's in the middle of some practicals, if you want to see."

"We can?" Henry asked in excitement, looking at the adults with glee. "We really can?"

"If you listen to Newt and Remus," Emma nodded. "Let's not make Regina suspicious if you come out with any type of injury."

"I will," Henry promised.

"Thanks, Emma," David smiled. "Good luck."

"Thanks," Emma nodded, giving Henry a quick hug. "I'll do my best." She could hear Henry's excited babbling as she descended the stairs, and she crossed through the inn and into the diner. She was in time to see August pull up on his motorcycle, and she walked out the front door of the diner, drawing Granny's attention from where she was sweeping the sidewalk. Ruby lingered in the doorway, and Emma looked expectantly at August as he remained on his bike. "You gonna come in?" she asked. "I thought you wanted that drink."

"I do," August confirmed. "But I didn't say here." He nodded to the seat behind him on the motorcycle. "Hop on."

Emma blinked at him in shock. "You want me to get on the back of that bike?" she asked incredulously.

August grinned. "That's what 'hop on' means!"

Emma scoffed. "How about if we go somewhere, I drive?"

"How about you stop having to control everything and take a leap of faith?" August countered. "You owe me a drink. Hop on. I know a good watering hole."

"If you don't, I will," Granny piped up.

Emma rolled her eyes and finally walked towards August, accepting the helmet he handed her. She climbed onto the back of the bike and fastened the helmet on her head, gingerly holding onto August's waist as he drove away, leaving a smirking Granny and a giggling Ruby behind.

***

"So, uh . . . " David peered into Newt's suitcase, squinting when he realized how far it was to the bottom. "How big is this thing?"

"Big," Remus smirked. "Want me to go down first?"

Henry bounced on his heels with a big grin on his face, and David nodded. "You first, then Henry," he said. "I'll bring up the rear."

They climbed down the steps, one at a time, and Henry and David immediately noticed that the room they were in was cluttered and messy. There were vials and cauldrons strewn about in a corner. David also spotted piled-up blankets and what looked like an unfinished cloak. Henry took a couple of steps forward out of the door, Remus and David right behind him. "Whoa," the boy breathed as he took in all of the creatures before him.

Harry grinned when he spotted them after throwing a Tickling Jinx at Newt, who was standing a few feet from him. "Welcome to the happiest place on Earth!" he called.

He abruptly laughed when Newt sent him a mild Stinging Jinx at him. "Don't let your guard down, Harry!" he cheerily warned with a smirk.

David raised his eyebrows at his grandson, who threw a blue shimmering forcefield up in front of him with his wand when Newt sent another spell at him. "What's going on?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, then he rolled his eyes when Harry whined about his wand being taken.

"Practice," Harry replied with a shrug. "We're doing really simple dueling practice so I am always ready, if and when it's needed. And with Dumbledore, it very much is." He retrieved his wand from Newt with a hug and raced over to Remus, who ruffled his hair and gave him a hug. "Hi, Moony. How'd I do?"

"You did great, cub," he replied; David saw the smirk forming on his face. "But you need to start paying attention to your surroundings." Harry screamed in surprise when Newt came up behind him and tapped him with his wand, causing Remus to laugh loudly. A clunk clunk next to him caused David to jump and turn around. He found a dark-colored creature the size of a cow approaching him, and he reached to pet it slowly. It sniffed his hand, and Harry grinned and went over to it, looking up at his grandfather. "This is Amaris, a mooncalf."

Newt shook his head and laughed, joining David and petting the mooncalf's back. "Hello, girl. What are you doing all the way over here?"

Amaris looked at him and chuffed, walking away back to her habitat. David blinked, looking caught off-guard, and Harry giggled, looking at his grandfather and brother. "Come on! Follow me!" He grabbed Henry's hand and ran off, Newt laughing as he trailed along with the other two men.

"Magnificent," David marveled, looking around at all of the creatures as they passed through wooded areas, open pastures, rock structures, and even a lake area where the thunderbird Newt had was flying overhead.

"Isn't it?" Remus chuckled, reaching up with his wand and letting a small bowtruckle examine it.

David watched Remus with a smile, then he blinked as Remus's expression fell as the bowtruckle scurried back to its branch. "What's wrong?" he asked in concern.

Remus sighed, watching Harry and Henry watch a family of occamies shuffle in their nests. "I want Ruby and Victor to see this," he answered. "I know that they can, but Victor is at work, and Ruby is with Queenie. Ruby would love it."

Remus smiled at the thought, and Newt nudged him. "Maybe you can," he smiled. "As long as you're careful, and have either Harry or me with you, you can bring them down here when you get a chance. How's that sound?"

"Deal," Remus agreed with a much more cheerful expression than he had a few minutes ago.

For the next two hours, Remus, Newt, Harry, David and Henry walked around exploring with Harry explaining most of the creatures to them as they came across them. David and Henry were allowed to pet some of the smaller animals, but they weren't allowed to touch the big ones because they didn't have wands and Newt didn't want them to get hurt.

***

When August had invited her for a drink, Emma had been expecting a bar. She hadn't expected August to drive through the woods of Storybrooke to a well that looked like it had stood for years. "A watering hole?" she asked in amusement as she climbed off the motorcycle. "Literally?"

"Well, say what you want about me," August chuckled as he dismounted. "I always tell the truth."

Emma shook her head in disbelief as she circled the well, her fingers running over the worn stones. "I always thought a drink was, like, wine or whiskey."

August raised an eyebrow. "What, do you want me to get you drunk?"

Emma snorted. "No."

"Next time," August told her.

Emma couldn't help but laugh as she looked down into the well. "You are optimistic."

August shrugged, not gracing that with an answer as he collected two cups from his motorcycle. "They say there's something special about this well," he revealed, walking up to her and pulling on the well's rope to bring up the bucket with water. "There's even a legend. They say that the water from the well is fed by an underground lake, and that lake had magical properties."

Emma's smile fell from her face. "Magic?" she repeated warily. The only Americans she knew that were part of the Wizarding World were the Goldsteins, for she and Harry kept to the No-Maj world when they left the reserve. She had visited Britain and Diagon Alley enough times that she felt she could identify a witch or a wizard, and this man didn't feel like one. Yet here he was, implying magic was real. "You sound like Henry."

"Smart kid," August remarked, and Emma folded her arms to hide her clenched fists as the writer poured water into their cups. "So, this legend. It says that if you drink the water from the well, something lost will be returned to you."

Could it return my mom? The question lingered in Emma's mind, and she bit her tongue to avoid lashing out. "You know an awful lot about this town for being a stranger," she said.

"And you know very little for being the sheriff," August riposted.

Emma narrowed her eyes. "How do you know all of this?" she asked. "You've been here before?"

"I know all this for one very simple reason." Emma gestured impatiently, and August pointed to the other side of the well. "I read the plaque."

Emma laughed, hoping it sounded like laughter of amusement to August instead of laughter of relief. She rounded the well and found the story inscribed just as he shared. "You actually believe that?" she asked.

"I'm a writer," August said simply with a tap to his temple. "I have to have an open mind."

"Yeah," Emma acquiesced. "But magic?"

"Water is a very powerful thing," August said. "Cultures as old as time have worshiped it. It flows through all lands, connecting the entire world. If anything had mystical properties, if anything had magic? Well, I'd say it'd be water."

Boy, did the man have a way with words. "That's asking a lot to believe on faith," Emma said.

"If you need evidence for everything, Emma, you're gonna find yourself stuck in one place for a long time," August warned.

"Maybe." Emma took one of the cups he set on the edge of the well. "Or maybe I'll just find the truth before anyone else." That was how she had gotten to this point in her life, wasn't it? That was how Harry had come into her life, how she had found her family and allies in the Scamanders and the Goldsteins, in the Malfoys and Severus and Remus. Yes, she had faith in them, but that faith had also been earned.

"Well, Miss Skeptic," August sighed as he lifted his cup. "There's one thing I can tell you for sure that requires no leap of faith, and I know you'll agree with me."

Emma tilted her head curiously. "What's that?"

August sipped from his cup and chuckled. "It's good water."

Emma laughed and clinked her cup against his. When she took a sip as well, she had to agree. It was indeed good water.

***

August had dropped off Emma once they returned to town, and as Emma walked towards her trusty bug, she saw a familiar face sitting at a bench nearby. "Are you waiting on Ruby or Remus?" she japed with a smirk.

"Very funny," Victor rolled his eyes, and Emma refrained from agreeing when she saw the faint redness of the doctor's cheeks. "As far as I know, Remus is still with the other boys, and Ruby is off with Queenie and Mary Margaret."

"Yeah, Queenie wants to get this bakery open as soon as possible," Emma nodded, brushing leaves off her car as Victor stood from the bench and walked to join her. "Ruby and Mary Margaret are vying for the 'first customer discount.'"

Victor paused with his coffee halfway to his mouth. "Is that a thing?"

"Hell if I know," Emma sighed, walking around her car to check for any other leaves. "Queenie's been running the bakery for years, so whoever the first customer was, I have no clue what they - "

She abruptly cut off, her jaw falling open. "Emma?" Victor frowned in concern.

"No way," Emma breathed, crouching on the ground and reaching towards the gutter.

Victor joined her and watched Emma gingerly pull a strongbox towards her, the box wet and covered with dirt and leaves from the rain. "Wait," his eyes widened. "Is that - ?"

Emma opened the box, and glittering gold letters shone up at them, as pristine as they had been the first time Emma saw them. "Henry's book," she whispered, picking up the book as if it was a fragile piece of china.

"How did it get here?" Victor asked in shock, looking around the road. "There's no way it rained enough to wash it down the street."

"If you drink the water from the well, something lost will be returned to you."

August's words rang in Emma's head, and she swallowed hard, cradling the book to her chest. "I have no idea."

***

Queenie signed the paper sitting on the counter, officially making the property hers as she, Ruby, and Mary Margaret scouted the perfect place for her new bakery. "This is the spot," she declared, delicately putting down the pen and turning on her heel to take in her new space. "It just feels . . . right."

She smiled, and Mary Margaret clapped in excitement as Ruby threw her arms around Queenie. "This is the perfect location!" she gushed.

"I agree," Mary Margaret nodded, grabbing the broom from against the wall and getting right to sweeping. "We're right in the middle of the school and Granny's, and everybody will be in here more than Granny's!"

Ruby made a face as she checked near the windows to see what needed to be cleaned. "I'd be more offended if I knew that wasn't true."

Queenie giggled, delving into the folder she had brought as the realtor departed. The sounds of Mary Margaret and Ruby cleaning became background noise as she brainstormed the first treats she would make. Which of her designs were most popular with the children and those who visited Granny's regularly?

"Oh!" Mary Margaret exclaimed after several minutes had gone by, and she hurried to lean her broom against the wall. "I have to go! I'm going to be late for a meeting! See you later!"

She rushed out of the door, barely nodding to acknowledge Queenie and Ruby waving goodbye. As soon as the door clicked shut and Mary Margaret ran out of view, Queenie pulled her wand out and began adding Anti-Tracking wards and simple protection wards. She also added some Enlargement and Expanding Charms and Transfigured a few old tables into the display case. She recolored the walls to a nice, welcoming light green and added decorations as she went. The whole process took her about twenty minutes in total given she was extremely skilled in the magic she used to bring her bakery to life.

As she finished her charmwork, Ruby stepped away from setting up the window area with display tables and tiers, small decorations like flowers and a few picture frames tying everything together. "There," Queenie sighed in relief. "That's much better."

Ruby nodded in agreement with a glance at her watch. "I wish she knew about magic," she sighed.

Queenie smiled at her and grabbed her hand, leading her to the back where the kitchen was going to be. "She will soon," she assured her. "I promise."

Ruby smiled and nodded. "Yeah," she agreed, her expression lifting. "Now, what else have you got?" Queenie winked and brought up her wand, directing her magic through the air. Within another twenty minutes, the bakery kitchen had become state of the art, leaving Ruby to gawk and Queenie to try and hold in her laughter. "If there ever comes a time when you tell everyone about magic, you are so updating the diner's kitchen," the brunette finally sputtered. Queenie let out a peal of laughter and headed back out to the main room. "I'm serious!" Ruby protested, running after Queenie. "Hey!"

Queenie just giggled and set about making tea for them. Ruby had just taken her cup when the new bell above the door jingled, and in walked the mayor, the woman taking in the building with a pinched expression. "Madame Mayor," Queenie greeted, standing and dusting off her hands and apron, Ruby doing the same. "How can I help you?"

"I see you bought this property after all," Regina sneered as she looked around, eyebrow raising when she noticed there were already a few sets of tables and chairs and display cases ready. "I wish to discuss it with you. I'm not sure it's the best thing for you to open a bakery here since your family and you will not be staying here. I see absolutely no point in starting this business when you won't be here much longer."

Queenie's eyebrows rose, and she clenched her fist, reminding herself she couldn't draw her wand. "You cannot stop me from opening this bakery," she refused, crossing her arms as she stood her ground. "It's been a family-owned franchise since the 1930s and my late husband and I ran the store in New York when the previous owners died. We ran it for 15 years before he passed. I will open this bakery, Madame Mayor. It would be a great business opportunity for the diner, as well, since we're partnering together."

Regina bristled at the thought of the woman refusing to bend to her wishes. "I still don't think it's best - "

She was cut off when Queenie walked towards her, stopping a foot away from her. "You're the mayor, not the landlord, and I already bought the property," she stated coldly. "I have no need to discuss this with you any further. I will open this bakery and keep my late husband's, my true love's, memories alive as long as I live. This expansion of his bakery from New York, the one I still run in his memory, will open in a few weeks, and you can't do anything about it."

Regina went to say one thing else, but she cut herself off, pressing her lips together tightly. Queenie's mind was instantly boarded with memories of a man with chestnut brown curls and blue eyes, Regina kissing him, him proposing to Regina, Regina finding him dead. The memories stopped almost immediately, and Regina sighed as Queenie refocused her eyes. "I suppose it won't be so bad," Regina sniffed, her nose up as if she smelled something rotten, and she said nothing else as she promptly walked out.

Queenie raised her eyebrows, turning to Ruby, who was holding in a laugh at her expression. She shook her head and spelled their tea into thermoses. She charmed her teaset to clean itself, and as she walked with Ruby outside, she handed her friend one of the thermoses and quietly explained what happened.

Ruby listened attentively, her eyes steadily growing wider with each memory shared. "Whoa," she whispered, shaking her head in amazement. "Is that why she is the way she is?"

Queenie shrugged. "Probably," she nodded. She locked the bakery door and turned to walk arm in arm with Ruby back to the diner.

***

Henry, sitting on a bench near the school the next day, flicked his hand as Emma came up and sat next to him. "Wow!" Emma grinned, spotting the device he held. "I love that game. Space Paranoids, right?"

Henry nodded. "Yeah. My mom got it for me."

Emma frowned at the tone he was using. "I used to play that all the time when I was a kid. Relax! It's all in the wrists."

Henry looked up at her with a matching frown. "My mom's picking me up in, like, five minutes."

Emma sighed and nodded. "Alright. I'll be quick then. I just have something I'd like to give you."

Harry frowned curiously, then Emma pulled out a worn book from her bag. "You found it!" Henry gasped in delight, his face lighting up as he reached for his book about the Enchanted Forest. "Where'd you get it?"

"I found it in a gutter," Emma shrugged. "It must have fallen off the dump truck on the way to the junkyard and got tossed around in the rain and somehow made its way back to me." It sounded much more believable than "I drank water from a well that was said to be magic."

"Wow," Henry grinned, carefully tucking the book into his backpack. "That's crazy!"

Emma smiled, seeing her son's expression brighten. "What other explanation could there be?"

Henry frowned in thought. "I don't know."

He smiled optimistically at her, and Emma stood with a chuckle, messing his hair like she did with Harry. "Well, whatever happened, it came back to me."

Henry stood up as well, grabbing his game and backpack. "Maybe it means our luck is changing. Operation Cobra is back on. It's a sign, things are gonna be better!"

"I hope you're right, kid," Emma smiled, beginning to back away when Regina's car pulled up to the side of the street. "I gotta go, be good!"

She took off before Regina could step out of her car, but she still caught Henry waving gratefully to her.

***

In a small, wobbly house in Ottery St. Catchpole, platinum blonde tresses swayed with the cool wind from her window, the girl humming a tune absentmindedly as she tilted her face to the dark sky. She smiled at the moon, which seemed to shimmer more the longer she stared at it.

She absentmindedly played with the crystal ball in her hands, wishing it would tell her something, anything.

A woman with short brown hair and a man with a strong stature holding hands.

Another woman with blonde hair in a car, driving towards a sign with "Storybrooke" on it.

That same woman nowhere to be found as a man pulls up next to her car, searching it to find airbags deployed and the door open.

She blinked once, twice, then looked up at the moon, her hold on the crystal ball much tighter. "Oh dear," she murmured with a serene smile. "Something's not right in Storybrooke, Maine." She walked back into her bedroom, almost seeming to glide as she carefully placed her crystal ball back on its stand. The moon still shone high in the sky out her open windows, seeming to smile down upon the girl as she curled up in her bed. "So that's what happened to Abigail and Frederick," she mumbled, her words slurring slightly as her eyes fluttered shut.

She didn't notice the moonlight brighten as she succumbed to sleep.

***

Well . . . that took way longer to complete than I anticipated XD I had all the canon parts written out, then it was those original pieces that needed to be written. Plus, I just got a new job earlier in the month, so . . . tired XD But hey, we got it out! Men bonding, ladies bonding, Emma trying to figure out what the hell August is doing . . . oh, and our favorite Ravenclaw is here, too!

Next up comes "Dreamy!" Oh, Grumpy, you lovestruck fool, no matter which world you're in. Poor fella.

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Hey look! Lady Ravenclaw made another appearance! Anywho, that took a LOT longer than we thought it would! But hey, it's out! Also, poor grumpy. He's just all over the place.

Did we like this chapter? I know it's more of a shorter one, buuuuuuuut, we got what we wanted to in it! So there's that XD

As always, stay calm, stay warm, and stay reading xx