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A CALLBACK.
YAAAAAYZ.
Ugh. Now I have to work with new songs by Sunday.
Oh wellz. CALLBACKS!
Jacque didn't get one. =(
Sean got one. O.O
I'm now scared.
Wow. Private auditions are weird.
This song is yummy.
He isn't online. =O
I'm ooooff to the fair!



Not really.

["Look...."]

She watched him, waiting for him to calm down.  Without her really needing to think about it, the candles in the room died down a little and the air cooled considerably. 

"Look...." She started, her eyes downcast, "I can help her, okay?  I know people who know things.  I know things.  All knowledge isn't out there for everyone to know.  I can help you.  I know people who can get rid of that Mark for you."  She paused. 

"You need to trust me, though.  I can't help you if you're going to run off to the Death Eaters when things get too hard."

Phantom of the Opera auditions on Fridaaaaaay!
And I can see my dearest Jacqueline!
OH MY GOODNESS.
He signed up for the same time as us....
That proves that he's stalking us. =P

Whyyyy did they have to change the lighting in the school?
It was so pleasantly dark, and now it is bright and icky.

Nanjdsnjfdgjkfgkkkkkk.

"I gaaave youuuu blood! Blood! Gallons of the stuff!"
Hahahahaa.

I had a nap. I'm happy.

["Nah, I don't do this often. Other people can do it, too. It's about as rare as control over the elements. A lot of people have it and don't realize. Sometimes they just think they're really good at healing spells and stuff,"]

Andy smirked and shook his head slowly, watching her as she talked.  She really must have been out of the loop if she didn't know a thing about healing powers.  Even that one young teacher--Miss Gray or Green or something--taught about them.

"Nah, I don't do this often.  Other people can do it, too.  It's about as rare as control over the elements.  A lot of people have it and don't realize.  Sometimes they just think they're really good at healing spells and stuff," he explained.  Suddenly he realized he was still holding her hand and pulled away somewhat reluctantly.

"Hey," he added after a long pause, "Maybe you can heal too, and just don't know it."

Go listen to "Crush Crush Faint."

It's the mash-up of "Crushcrushcrush" and "Faint."
Very cool.

["They did. The Death Eaters are liars because that's the only way the can continue being."]

Stacey nodded, noting his mood change.

"They did.  The Death Eaters are liars because that's the only way the can continue being."  She looked him in the eye, very serious herself.  "I trust you here, okay?  I can help you if you'll let me.  I can try to help your mother.  You don't have to be alone."

["Hey there, it's okay,"]

Instantly she softened.  One thing Stacey couldn't stand was a helpless kid.  She was a sucker for tears and real misfortune.  Her eyes turned a watery blue and she frowned.  When Henry started crying she got of the desk and moved to crouch beside him, a hand on his shoulder. 

"Hey there, it's okay," she started, gently squeezing his shoulder.  Suddenly she didn't know what to say.  She could fix boo-boos and scraped knees and such, but... what was she supposed to say to Henry?

"Look, I don't... blame you for anything you did.  You were just trying to help you mom."

["Not a spell. I can heal you with my hands."]

He gave a nervous chuckle, watching her as she sat up.  She had to be in a lot of pain, but she wasn't thowing up or crying or anything.  Andy suddenly admired her for that.

"Not a spell.  I can heal you with my hands."  As if she didn't understand he lifted his hands and wriggled his fingers.  "It shouldn't hurt at all.  Maybe feel a little warm, but that's it."

Andy scooted back and moved so he was leaning on his heels.  Gently he took her hand and raised it closer to his face, inspecting the cut.  "Really, it's not as bad as it looks."  He took his free hand and lightly touched his fingers to Jade's upper arm.  Slowly, glancing up at her face, he trailed then down towards her wrist.  When his skin came in contact with the wound a soft glow formed around his hand.  Within moments the cut started healing.

[-Greeeeat. Mood swings. It's like I'm pregnant again,-]

Suddenly she felt like crying.  Then she was furious.  How dare Jonathan try to get to her children?  The thought of her uncle invading her babies' minds made her want to kill him then and there.  As a few seconds of her rage passed, though, she calmed down a bit.

-Greeeeat.  Mood swings.  It's like I'm pregnant again,- she thought to herself.

"I don' know," Stacey answered, "If he can get to me, what's stopping him from getting to the kids?  But... I'm not so sure that's what upsetting her."  She forehead creased as Torrance let out another wail.  Upstairs she felt a stir from Will and groaned.  "Maybe they're just... sick..."

["It's Jonathan,"]

Stacey handed her child to Aiden and took a few steps away, her fingers massaging her temples.  Her eyes were dark, almost black.  Wincing, she turned away from the bright windows and closed her eyes.  Things were too bright, too loud.  Everything seemed suddenly overpowering.

"It's Jonathan," she mumbled as she ran her hands through her messy hair.  "I don't know what he's doing or what he wants, but it's him."  It could have been anything.  For all she knew, she could just be sick.  But something told her that this was the work of her uncle pulling for control again.

Torrance was still crying, and even though something was wrong, Stacey couldn't just ignore her.  She turned to face her distressed child and started to rub circled on her back.

"I understand what's going on in my head, but I don't understand why they won't calm down."

["I don't need your trust, and I don't think you should trust me all of the way. Also, I don't consider me a teacher and you a student. I consider myself someone a little older and a lot smarter than you, but not a teacher. Teachers are self-important pricks who say things at you hoping you will remember them. I want to change your life. More importantly, you should trust me more than the Death Eaters because I can save your mother without making your join some crazy cult. I can also save you from the Death Eaters and will do so, even though you stole my best friend's baby with the intention of taking it away forever."]

Stacey raised an eyebrow, ignoring the fact that her eyes flared red.  She wasn't exactly angry yet--irritated, but not enough for that to be the only reason her eyes changed.  The fire around her helped, but also she just didn't trust the boy.

"I don't need your trust, and I don't think you should trust me all of the way.  Also, I don't consider me a teacher and you a student.  I consider myself someone a little older and a lot smarter than you, but not a teacher.  Teachers are self-important pricks who say things at you hoping you will remember them.  I want to change your life.  More importantly, you should trust me more than the Death Eaters because I can save your mother without making your join some crazy cult.  I can also save you from the Death Eaters and will do so, even though you stole my best friend's baby with the intention of taking it away forever."  She paused, realizing that she was rambling.

"Anyway, basically you can trust me a bit and let me help you or I can send you out there and let the Death Eaters have you.  I think we both know what they'll do to you, too."  She gave a slightly sinister grin and lifted a hand.  A flame appeared and she ran her fingers through it.

"I really do want to help you, Henry.  I don't want you to get hurt."

["So, why don't you tell me everything?"]

((Doooo doo doooooooooo.))

~~~~~~~

After transporting back to the forest and finding Henry, she took him into the school.  The sun was up now and students were milling about the castle or doing homework.  She had taken into her office and locked the door.  With a snap of her fingers the great windows were covered by their shutters.  Candles and lanterns flew to life, sending a glittery light over everything.

Stacey stalked to her desk and perched herself on the edge of it.  She had changed into a pair of jeans and a black short-sleeved shirt.  A leather jacket was thrown on her desk behind her, and her wand was carefully tucked into one of its hidden pockets.  She eyes Henry warily with hazel irises, ignoring her hair when it fell into her face.

"So, why don't you tell me everything?"

["You don't need to thank me,"]

((Do you want to continue with Stacey and Henry here when we're done?))

She ran her hands over her arms, suddenly chilly.  Her eyes glowed a soft blue as she looked at the newly reunited family.  She blushed faintly when Sky thanked her.

"You don't need to thank me," Stacey said half-heartedly, waving it away.  "And... are you sure you want to meet him?  I don't if that's such a great idea." She wanted Henry to get help, not get mauled by an angry mom.

["Oh my.... How... how did you find him?"]

Stacey carefully handed Sky her child and took a step back.  Jason was beside his wife in a moment, on arm around her shoulders.

"Oh my.... How... how did you find him?"  Jason stuttered, giving Stacey an incredulous look.

"There was a student who was taken in by Death Eaters, and they gave Char to him and told him to run away."  She shrugged then looked at Sky.  "He was only a boy, and his intentions were more honest than you think.  I have him now, and I promised that I would help him.  He really didn't know what he was doing."

["I think I have something for you,"]

Stacey gave a sideways smile and adjusted the blanket around the baby.  Char yawned widely and opened his big eyes.  He smiled when he saw the dog, maybe recognizing him or just smiling because he could.

"I think I have something for you," she called, quickening her pace.  The dog bounded around her feet and barked once.  The front door to the house opened and Jason appeared, his wand in his hand.

"Is everything oka--oh."