Calysta was still shaken after her conversation with Dumbledore, about what she saw in the mirror of Erised, and preferred not to tell her friends anything, at least, not yet, until she came to terms with it herself.

Professor Dumbledore made her and Jeff come to the hospital wing so Madam Pomfrey could fix their bruises and cuts, and about an hour later, they were both discharged and fully healed.

Naturally, they both went to the boys' dormitory, where Calysta narrated the tale of exactly what happened when she found Harry and Professor Quirrell.

"So Quirrell's dead?" asked Regulus, for the sixth time.

"Yes, that's what she said," chipped in Raymond.

"Personally, I think he deserved it," quipped Jeff. "How did he even die?"

"I transfigured my my mouse into a scorpion, and told it to bite him," she said with a grin, taking out the mouse from her pocket.

"Smart thinking," nodded Jeff. 

"That's disgusting," Ray made a face. "Why do you keep such creatures in your pocket?"

"It's cute," Calysta defended, hugging the mouse to her chest. 

Felix laughed softly. "You and your mice."

"So Felix," Regulus changed the subject. "You never told us why you never attended any of Professor Quirrell's classes," he wondered.

There was a tense silence. Indeed, they were all curious about the answer, but didn't want to hurt Felix's feelings by asking.

"Well.. his classroom really stinks," Felix said simply. "And I was allergic to that smell."

"Oh," Regulus said simply. 

"His class smells of garlic," remarked Ray. "How could you be allergic to garlic? I mean, I'm sure it's there in every food we eat.."

Felix shrugged. 

"I say we all need to apologize to Snape about suspecting him in the first place," Jeff finally added.

"You're serious?" scoffed Regulus. 

"Dead serious."

"My boy Jeff here has lost it," Felix snorted, lightly slapping the back of his head. "Take him to Madam Pomfrey."

Jeff scowled. "Snape deserves it, don't you think?"

"Hate to break it to you," began Regulus, shaking his head. "But no, he really doesn't. I mean, he called me a dunderhead yesterday."

"Well he got that right, didn't he?" Raymond spoke with a sly grin, causing the rest to laugh.

"I'm going alone then," Jeff decided, standing up and heading to the door. "Who's coming?" he looked at the rest of the Ravagers, his eyes hopefully landing on Calysta. 

"Fine," she grumbled, standing up and following her cousin. "See you guys in a bit."

The two knocked on the door to Professor Snape's office. 

"Enter," came the expressionless voice of the Potions Master from the inside.

Jeff went in first, and Calysta followed suit. 

"If you're here about your examination marks, I need not remind you that they will be divulged at the end of the week, so leave," Snape spoke, not looking up from the rolls of parchment he was correcting.

"Erm," Jeff began. "No, we're not, Professor," he said, glancing at Calysta for help.

Snape looked up at the pair.

"We wanted to apologize," Calysta cut in. 

"For suspecting you," Jeff added. 

Snape tilted his head, his expressions still the same, save for the half an eyebrow that had been raised in puzzlement. 

In all honestly, Calysta wasn't too fond of Snape, nor did she hate him. It was a somewhere in between. Jeff, on the other hand, hero-worshipped Snape ever since he was told he'd improved in potions.

"We're sorry, Sir," Calysta continued. "For everything."

Her hands were sweaty, and she was rather nervous, since Snape still hadn't spoken a work.

"Apology accepted," was all he said, nodding at them in acknowledgement, before bending down over his roll of parchment.

Jeff and Calysta both turned to the door, leaving.

"That was strange," whispered Calysta, as they marched through the corridors. "I almost thought he'd yell, or give us detention."

"Thanks for coming with me, cousin," Jeff grinned.

"You owe me, cousin," she replied back, linking her arm with his.

When Calysta got to bed last night, she couldn't fall asleep at all, especially because Hermione kept trying to ask her questions about what happened between her, Harry and Quirrell, and about what Dumbledore spoke to her about.

The brunette only pretended to be asleep.

When she was sure Hermione was asleep, she sat up and checked her watch. It was nearly midnight. Not nearly as late as she had expected. But it was only logical that time passed slowly when she wanted it to go fast. 

Not putting on any shoes in fear of making noise, she put on her school robe over her pajamas (one of Harry's old shirts and a pair of his shorts which were slightly big for her), and tiptoed out into the common room.

The flames were dying, casting flickering glows on the walls of the common room, the fireplace alight with glowing embers, just enough to give heat that was just perfectly warm. She sat there for a good minute or two, sighing softly to herself and thinking about the year's events.

She had started Hogwarts with a new identity as a witch, with no Dursleys to make her reputation. No, she had come this far all by herself. She had made friends, she had tried hard to make her parents proud, because for once, she actually felt close to them here, at Hogwarts, her home. 

Grinning softly to herself, she had the sudden mad desire to explore the castle. Except this time, instead of going with her friends, she wanted to do it by herself.

Which is why, two minutes later, she found herself at Harry's bedside in the Hospital Wing, where he still hadn't woken from his state of unconsciousness. Occupying the empty seat beside him, she observed his sleeping figure. He was always the calmer of the two. Yes, he did have his moments, but he didn't fire up in anger like she did. 

From what she was told about her parents, he was like Lily Potter, calm, serene, and gentle. She, on the other hand, had heard from almost everyone that she carried James' spirit. Wild, fiery and hot-tempered, with a knack for getting into trouble, she was almost the opposite to her twin. 

But while Harry believed in his own first impressions to be lasting, she did not hold the same notions. She believed that there is always some good and some evil in every human being.

Placing her fingers in his, she scooted her chair closer to him, before clambering onto his bed, lying down next to him in the little space that was empty. 

"Harry," she said softly, talking to his sleeping figure. He looked so peaceful. She had been quiet most of the day, and now, now is when she wanted to speak. To her closest and only family member, probably the only one who truly knew how she felt inside.

"I wanted to say, that I know I promised to never forget you, before we came to Hogwarts. But I did. I found my friends, and I forgot all about you. And.. I'm so sorry... Perhaps if I had spent more time with you, all of this would have been prevented.."

She scooted closed into his side, draping an arm across his bandaged chest. 

"You know, when I found out we were different and we would be going to Hogwarts, I was so excited. Because finally, I'd be able to make a name for myself. Finally, people would know me for me, instead of being The Orphaned Dursley Girl. But then I found out about how.. Mum and Dad were killed, and how Voldemort tried to kill you too. Then we became The Boy and Girl  Who Lived. But I'm not sure I'm The Girl Who Lived. I don't think he tried to kill me too. I mean, you've got a scar as a mark.. And I'm glad. Because I'm just your ordinary sister. I'm ordinary," she smiled softly to herself. 

"And I get to make a name for myself and become extraordinary. I want to be remembered," she admitted. "And I know it's stupid, to want attention.. But it's part of who I am. And I want to be who I'm meant to be. Even if I discover horrible things about myself. Like how the Sorting Hat was so close to putting me in Slytherin. And the worst part is.. I think, I would have made a good Slytherin, Harry," she whispered. "And if they were alive, I think Mum and Dad would have hated me for it."

These were the deepest, darkest, innermost thoughts of her heart. And once spoken aloud, they seemingly became real, and sort of.. terrifying revelations, even to herself. 

After all, the Sorting Hat had said she was destined to do great things.

Instead of exploring the castle, as she had previously intended to do that night, Calysta Potter had ended up falling asleep on the cramped bed right next to her twin, much to Madam Pomfrey's annoyance. 

"Out!" she exclaimed to Calysta, shaking her awake at no later than six in the morning. The girl groaned, sitting awake and rubbing her eyes. "He's unwell, he needs the space!"

Calysta muttered something rather disgruntledly under her breath before standing up and heading for the door. But not before noticing something silvery and shimmery at Harry's bedside, which was now littered with small candies and chocolate frogs. 

Her father's invisibility cloak. Grinning madly to herself, she tucked the cloak into her school robes and proceeded to take wrap it around herself once she was in a more deserted part of the castle. Everyone in the castle was still asleep, since it was still the early hours of morning, and Calysta too, was on the verge of falling asleep.

Wrapped between the invisibility cloak, the brunette found herself climbing the stairs to the boys' dormitory. Thoroughly exhausted, and not even bothering to take off the invisibility cloak, she flumped atop the spare bed and drifted off.

"AAAARGH!" screeched Regulus, paired with a groan that escaped Calysta's lips.

"What?" snapped Felix, rather on edge, from his side of the room.

"I sat on the spare bed and it felt like there was... someone."

Jeff snorted. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," he exclaimed.

Calysta sighed and took off the invisibility cloak. "Sorry 'bout that," she muttered, before closing her eyes and drifting off once more.

But it would be useless.

"Where on earth did you get that?" gasped Raymond, falling off his bed in shock.

"It was my father's," Calysta muttered, head buried in her pillow.

"What's that?" Jeff asked. 

"An invisibility cloak," replied Regulus. "Harry and her got it for Christmas. It belonged to James Potter."

"Whoa, how come you've never told us this before?"

"Slipped my mind," she murmured, burying herself under the duvet.

"It could have been of great use to us," added Jeff. "Imagine, being invisible."

"Mmhf," Calysta's only reply came. 

Felix chuckled and walked over to her bed, folding the cloak and putting it beside her, before closing the drapes around the four-poster bed she slept soundly in. "Shh," he whispered with a small smile. "Let her sleep."

And she slept, and slept, until two hours after noon.

Sitting up, she yawned and looked around, realizing that she could only see the drapes of the bed around her. Opening them, she blinked twice to get used to the blinding afternoon sun, that so very nearly penetrated her eyes. 

The first thing she noticed was that the dormitory was empty. On her bedside, she could see her wand neatly kept, and the invisibility cloak folded underneath it. A bottle of water and a cauldron cake lay beside that, and Calysta grinned to herself, suddenly hungry. Her friends knew exactly what she was like.

Heading to her dormitory to get dressed, she changed into her usual school robes before going down to the Great Hall, where she was sure lunch was being served. Ravenous, she located her four friends and sat down next to them, filling her plate with spaghetti. 

"And so the Sleeping Beauty awakens," Jeff teased, nudging her lightly.

"Shut up," she muttered, shoving a forkful of pasta into her mouth.

"Oh, Sleeping Beauty is grumpy," Felix smirked.

Calysta sent him a glare.

"Or she's just hangry," Regulus chimed in.

She said nothing, but continued to eat. 

Nearly done with her meal, and in a much better mood, she was approached by the Weasley twins and Oliver Wood.

"Potter!" Wood called her, waving at her as he walked closer.

"Hello Calysta," greeted Fred and George Weasley, on either side of Oliver Wood.

"Hi," she nodded, rotating around the bench so she was now fully facing them.

"Since Harry is in the hospital wing, Professor McGonagall has just told us that Harry won't be able to play tomorrow's match."

Oh, that's right. Quidditch. 

She'd very nearly forgotten about the last game of the season.

"See, the thing is," Fred quipped.

"You're a pretty good player," George added.

"Oh, for God's sake you two," scowled Oliver Wood, causing Jeff and Regulus to snigger quietly. "You'll be playing seeker at tomorrow's match," Wood told her.

"I... I- wha..?" she was confused. 

Wood smiled. "I think you'll make a fair seeker. Katie Bell will step in as Reserve Chaser."

And then he turned and left.

"Congrats, mate!" Regulus clapped her on the back.

"Reg, it's not like I've caught the snitch yet," Calysta grinned. "I'm actually half nervous and excited at the same time."

"You'll be brilliant," said Raymond, sketching a wonderfully detailed picture of a golden snitch. "You're a natural."

She smiled in gratitude, before changing the subject. "Who wants to look for the Giant Squid?"

The next day, Calysta woke up with a pit of nerves firmly wedged in the depths of her stomach. She had a Quidditch match to play; this time, as seeker. And the final game of the season. She wasn't sure if she would do any good as a seeker, but Wood had told her she was better than nothing, which to be honest, didn't make her feel better about herself.

She didn't eat anything, but Jeff had coaxed her into having a cup of coffee, so she had in black, instead of her usual one with milk and sugar, since milk would only make her nausea worse. 

She found herself at the Quidditch pitch ten minutes later, broom in hand.

Madam Hooch blew the whistle, and she decided to hover above ground, above the game, away from any of the other players below, as her eyes kept a lookout.

"AND IT'S RAVENCLAW IN POSSESSION OF THE QUAFFLE!" Lee Jordan was shouting into the megaphone. "THEY'RE GOING TO SCORE, BELBY AIMS AND-

WOOD SAVES IT!"

The Gryffindor side of the stands cheered loudly and whistled, and boos could be heard from the Slytherins and Ravenclaws. 

"SPINETT TAKES THE QUAFFLE, PASSES IT TO BELL, PASSES IT BACK TO SPINETT, AND OOH, NICE BLUDGER, WEASLEY- OH NO, QUAFFLE TAKEN BY BELBY AGAIN, RAVENCLAW IN POSSESSION..."

"RAVENCLAW SCORES. TWENTY- NIL."

Calysta groaned, looking for the snitch. They really weren't doing well at all.

An hour into the game, and no sign of the snitch. Gryffindor was losing, with thirty points. Ravenclaw was ahead by almost two hundred points, and even if they caught the snitch, they'd lose. 

At long last, she saw it. There it was, hovering near one of Oliver Wood's keeper hoops. She instantly gripped her Nimbus Two Thousand, using all her speed and willpower to get to the snitch faster than the other team's seeker could even realize what she was up to.

She was much smaller than all the members of the Ravenclaw team, and much weaker, but she did have the advantage of the element of surprise, and speed. 

"AAAAND IT LOOKS LIKE CALYSTA POTTER HAS SPOTTED THE SNITCH. COME ON, POTTER, SHOW US THOSE QUIDDITCH GENES!" 

She reached her arm out, just as she tilted her head back. The Ravenclaw seeker was on her tail, going forth to try catching the snitch before she could.

And then, the next thing she felt was her fingers closing around the small, struggling, golden ball.

She had done it. She had caught the snitch. Albeit, Gryffindor had lost, but only by twenty points. 

The stands erupted in a fit of cheers, and before she knew it, she was being hoisted up on the shoulders of Fred and George. 

"POTTERS RULE!" they were shouting, causing her to erupt in a fit of hysterics.

But all she wanted to do was lock herself in room with her four friends and an unlimited supply of foods.

It was perfect how it all worked out, because although Gryffindor had lost, they had lost with dignity, and thus, there was a party in the common room, with an unlimited supply of foods.

The Ravagers sat in their usual corner of the common room, all pored over a large piece of parchment.

Raymond had finished sketching the outline of Hogwarts on the map. It was now up to them, to find and discover each of the classrooms, passages and secrets of Hogwarts, and they had six more years to do that.

The next day, Calysta woke up late, shaken awake by Hermione. "Harry's awake!" she exclaimed. Calysta didn't even think twice before getting up. Not even bothering to do her hair, or change from her pajamas, she ran straight to the hospital wing. 

On her eagerness to get there, she failed to look around her, and bumped straight into someone.

"Watch where you're going!" the voice snapped at her.

Calysta looked up. "Malfoy," she rolled her eyes. "It was an accident. Now please move."

"Where's the rush?" he questioned. 

"None of your business," she replied scathingly. 

"You watch that tongue of yours, Potterette," Malfoy sneered. "You may have gotten lucky at the Quidditch match yesterday, but that's all it'll ever be. Luck. No talent there."

"If I recall correctly," Calysta rolled her eyes, scowling. "Gryffindor has won all its matches ever since Harry and I joined," she said smugly.

"Luck," Malfoy emphasized. "Not all of us want to be attention seekers. In fact, if your parents weren't such attention seekers too, they'd be alive right now," he sneered. "But too bad, I guess it runs in all of your half-blood Potter genes."

She didn't know what he just meant when he said half-blood, but she knew it was offensive. Narrowing her eyes, she scowled.

"Je préfère être orphelin que d'être élevé comme toi," she said loudly, a French lilt to her accent, before shoving Malfoy to the side, ignoring his insults and going to the Hospital Wing.

Harry lay there, propped up against his two pillows into a seating position, a smile tapered across his face, as what looked like half the candy shop was displayed on his bedside, along with Get Well Soon cards.

"Harry!" she squealed, running and attacking him into a hug, uncaring that he was hurt.

"Cal!" Her brother grinned, just as enthusiastic. 

"You did it," she smiled softly.

"We did it," Harry corrected. "Your transfiguration skills saved me."

"How are you feeling?"

"Excellent. Dumbledore was here," Harry told her.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he told me that The Stone is destroyed," Harry said sadly. 

"I know about that," Calysta replied. "It's probably for the best."

"He also said..." Harry sighed.

"What?"

"He said that Voldemort will try to come back in other ways.."

"I know," she shook her head. "That's sort of obvious. Did he tell you why you couldn't touch Quirrell?"

"Because of Mum's protection," he said sadly. "Mum died to protect me."

"Oh, Harry," Calysta sighed softly, reaching forward and wrapping her arms around her twin. 

"He also said Snape hated Dad," Harry added. "Like how you and Malfoy hate each other."

"That's probably why he hates us," she continued, a light chuckle leaving her lips. "And speaking of, I just ran into Malfoy just a few minutes before," she scowled.

"Let me guess, you insulted him in Spanish?"

She shook her head. "French."

Harry laughed. "You're impossible!"

"He deserved it!" Calysta defended herself.

"What did you say?" Harry asked, amusement twinkling in his eyes. 

"I said I'd rather be an orphan than be raised like he was," she said proudly.

Harry laughed. "What did he reply with?"

"Nothing," Calysta grinned arrogantly. "I pushed him out of the way before he opened his foul mouth."

"What if he understands French?" Harry asked, wrapping his arms around her neck.

"I don't think his brain has that much capacity," she scoffed, before the pair burst out laughing.

"Look what Hagrid got us," Harry said, pulling out a thick, leather-bound album. Inside were photographs of her parents, smiling and waving back at her and Harry. 

"It's lovely," she murmured.

The End of Year Feast was something Calysta was looking forward to. Of course, Slytherin had won the House Cup, and Gryffindor was in last place, but she was going because The Ravagers had planned a goodbye surprise for Hogwarts.

As she entered the Great Hall with her four friends, they all seemed to notice Slytherin's banner behind the High Table, and Slytherin members' smug faces. 

As they entered, people stopped talking to get a look at them, and then there were more hushed whispers. Calysta noticed Malfoy staring at her, his eyes narrowed.

"What's his deal?" whispered Regulus, who'd noticed Malfoy staring at her. "I may or may not have insulted him again," Calysta confessed in a whisper.

Regulus sniggered.

The Great Hall quietened down as Dumbledore arrived.

But before Dumbledore could even speak, there was a heavy sound coming closer and closer to the Great Hall, one that sounded a lot like thunder.

Students and teachers looked at each other in confusion, each wondering what that sound was.

Calysta grinned at Felix, Jeff, Raymond and Regulus, knowing this was their cue to duck underneath the table.

As soon as they secured their places under the table, thousands upon thousands of owls flew into the Great Hall from the library, all dropping tiny pieces of parchment that read, The Ravagers wish you a Happy Holiday. Signed, C,R,J,F & R.

There was a commotion in the Hall as the teachers and students alike tried to rid themselves of the owls, which also kept removing bird-droppings, much to the annoyance of those girls and boys who spent hours on their hair. Screams, shrieks and laughter filled the hall, until Filch managed to get all the owls back into the owlery with the help of Professor Flitwick's spells.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, finding a piece of parchment on his shoulder, and reading it. "Well," he began. "I suppose we must thank The Ravagers for that lovely display of bird-unity."

Calysta and her friends laughed loudly, cheering and clapping loudly for themselves. 

"Another year gone!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were... you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts....

"Now, as I understand it, the house cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, four hundred and seventy- two."

A storm of cheering and stamping broke out from the Slytherin table. Calysta could see Draco Malfoy banging his goblet on the table. It was a sickening sight.

"Yes, Yes, well done, Slytherin," said Dumbledore. "However, recent events must be taken into account."

The room went very still. The Slytherins' smiles faded a little.

"Ahem," said Dumbledore. "I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes... "First -- to Mr. Ronald Weasley..."

Ron went purple in the face; he looked like a radish with a bad sunburn.

"...for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."

Gryffindor cheers nearly raised the bewitched ceiling; the stars overhead seemed to quiver. Percy could be heard telling the other prefects, "My brother, you know! My youngest brother! Got past McGonagall's giant chess set!"

At last there was silence again.

"Second -- to Miss Hermione Granger... for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."

Hermione buried her face in her arms; Calysta strongly suspected she had burst into tears. Gryffindors up and down the table were beside themselves -- they were a hundred points up. 

"Third -- to Mr. Harry Potter..." said Dumbledore. The room went deadly quiet. "For pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house sixty points."

The din was deafening. Those who could add up while yelling themselves hoarse knew that Gryffindor now had four hundred and seventy-two points -- exactly the same as Slytherin. They had tied for the house cup -- if only Dumbledore had given Harry just one more point.

Dumbledore raised his hand. The room gradually fell silent.

"There are all kinds of courage," said Dumbledore, smiling. "It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom."

Someone standing outside the Great Hall might well have thought some sort of explosion had taken place, so loud was the noise that erupted from the Gryffindor table. Harry, Ron, Hermione and The Ravagers stood up to yell and cheer as Neville, white with shock, disappeared under a pile of people hugging him. He had never won so much as a point for Gryffindor before. Calysta, still cheering, nudged Regulus in the ribs and pointed at Malfoy, who couldn't have looked more stunned and horrified if he'd just had the Body-Bind Curse put on him.

"Which means, Dumbledore called over the storm of applause, for even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were celebrating the downfall of Slytherin, "we need a little change of decoration."

He clapped his hands. In an instant, the green hangings became scarlet and the silver became gold; the huge Slytherin serpent vanished and a towering Gryffindor lion took its place. Snape was shaking Professor McGonagall's hand, with a horrible, forced smile. He caught Calysta's eye and Calysta knew at once that Snape's feelings toward her hadn't changed one jot. This didn't worry her at all. It seemed as though life would be back to normal next year, or as normal as it ever was at Hogwarts.

Calysta knew that she would never, ever forget tonight, and the feeling of finally belonging somewhere.

Calysta had quite forgotten about the exam results that were to come, and when they were released, she was quite shocked to see her name on one of the top fifteen in her year. But what she was interested in, was who was at the top of the year. Felix, or Hermione.

Much to her amusement and delight, Felix had finished at the top of the year, and Hermione had come a close second. Draco Malfoy was third. Then, there was a bunch of Ravenclaws and finally, on number fourteen, was her name. 

And suddenly, all her luggage was packed, their wardrobes empty, and notes and permission slips were distributed to the students, not to use magic out of school. Hagrid took them out to the boats that sailed across the lake to the Hogwarts Express.

The train ride back was eventful. All along, they were munching on Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans and talking about how much fun they would have during the next year. Calysta wasn't at all looking forward to the summer, and staying with the Dursleys.

"I'll ask Dad if you could stay with us instead of Aunt Petunia," Jeff suggested, as they got off the train. 

"Write to me," Regulus told Calysta. "Tempest will find me if you give her a letter. And perhaps we could meet up in Diagon Alley or something.."

"Take care of yourself," Felix told her and Raymond. "Ray, if your parents give you any trouble, just write. I'll do my best to help you."

Felix was going back to his father, Jeff was going to stay with his parents, who'd planned a vacation to China. Regulus would be staying with his foster parents, the Goldsteins.

Calysta and Raymond, however, weren't so lucky. Calysta would be going back to her Aunt and Uncle's place, and Raymond would be going back to Avery Château. His parents were blood-supremacists, and would no doubt try to force the Gryffindor out of him.

Before Harry and Calysta passed through the barrier to the muggle world, she could hear random people waving at them.

"Bye Harry, Bye Calysta!"

"Bye Potters!"

"Enjoy your summer with muggles, Potterette," sneered Malfoy with a smirk, causing Calysta to scowl.

Hand in hand with her twin, she left her life in the Wizarding World behind, and her imprint she'd left. 

Like an artist who'd taken a break from painting her piece of art, she'd taken a pause, and when she was ready, she'd collect the brush again and resume painting the piece of art also known as her life.

{ there we have it. the first part of romantic disaster. i never believed i could get this far. i am aware on how slow the plot is moving, but i am really enjoying writing each and every detail. in the meantime, i will take a little break, and spend my time editing the first part, for a week. i will continue to update the rest of my works though. please, please let me know how you liked this part of the book. comment, share, vote and follow please ! and if you have any ideas, do pm me. a huge thank you to all of you, and see you soon in part ii. love, jasmine.}