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Chapter 43 : Epilogue
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For gigit and siriuslyhockey, who left me the first reviews on Keep Away and Hide and Seek. And for anyone who ever had a crush on the Captain.
It was October, just a little over three months after graduation. It still felt like an eternity. Like years since I stuffed the final bits of rubbish I’d collected into my trunk and stared around the suddenly empty room. I was no longer an occupant, but a trespasser.
I told the girls I’d meet them at the feast and spent several minutes staring out the tower window, which overlooked the pitch and part of the forest. I tried not to let the memories invade my mind, but it was difficult not to. It was hard not to think about the times I’d sat beside that window and gone over everything. Classes, my hatred of Quidditch, my love of Quidditch, boys, my father, my mother … everything.
Even my bed looked nude without my quilt.
The feast was filled with speeches to get our excitement up for the summer. Being that it was the day after the graduation ceremony, I’d heard enough of that to last me quite a while. Some of the Ravenclaws were crying. I was happy to see Mandy Brocklehurst looked hideous while she sobbed. Screwed up face and all.
Even Ellis gave me a hug.
I’d grown a bit fond of him over the year. Not entirely too fond, mostly because whenever he said something half-way interesting, he’d follow it up with a bragging statement about one of his Snitch-catches, but he wasn’t all that bad. It was him that suggested I practice during the year because he needed to run more.
He was ridiculously fit and did not need to run. Angelina didn’t argue.
We won our first match, lost our second after Ellis was damn-near blinded by the signs for Dylan Panther, and ended up pulling a crazy victory for the Cup. Oliver was in the audience. Next to me.
Ellis was named Captain at the following team meeting, but he was wasting breath bragging about my most recent article covering the Gryffindor victory. It was a slow news day, and had thus made the front page of the sports section with a small photo of the team celebrating with the Cup.
“You can see me! There – look!” Ellis pointed at the paper so much it began to smudge and Ang slapped him away.
It still felt like a blur. Though I didn’t go through the turmoil of sixth year with heart-breaks and the pressure of playing Quidditch, I did have a fantastic year with my friends. I spent every few weekends with Oliver, cheered him on during scattered matches, and wrote so many articles for Valerie Gig she convinced her team to hire me after graduation.
Granted, it was a small assistant editor job that paid like crap and had me working until ten or eleven some nights covering games, but it was what I wanted.
Oliver rode Puddlemere’s success throughout the regular season, eventually landing himself on the cover of one of April’s Quidditch Weekly issues for a barrel-roll save. The team made it to the playoffs, but lost in the second round. No one seemed to care, though, considering they had been in last place just the year before.
“Next year,” Oliver told reporters, who were surprised to see he was grinning. He later told me all he wanted to do for the week after was sleep. So I let him.
I was used to spending October and the rest of autumn at Hogwarts for the last seven years. I didn’t realize how different it could look in the rolling countryside instead of the mountains of Scotland. Even London had a different feel to it I had forgotten.
This Saturday in October, however, we were spending at Katie’s house. And for good reason.
“It’s warm for October,” Oliver said, adjusting his tie. “Bloody thing is choking me.”
I reached over, loosening it a bit for him and patted him on the chest. “You’re a child,” I said.
We were on the north side of a large white tent. Inside, music was blasting and people were dancing in celebration of Katie and George’s marriage. It was dark now, the beautiful oranges and reds melding into a shroud of gray and black, but the path back to the pond and up to the house were lit with fairy lights.
“This is quite the party,” Oliver noted, chuckling a little as he glanced up at the house. The back of it was lit with spot-lights.
“Elaborate,” I agreed, nodding. “But it’s Katie. It fits her.”
“And no arguing about napkins,” he said.
They had agreed to get re-engaged around Christmastime after a long discussion in the Astronomy Tower about their wants and needs. Apparently, what they needed was each other. Some people were skeptical about their getting back to that step so quickly, but I knew it was the right decision. Especially since Mrs. Weasley had finally forgiven Katie for breaking her precious son’s heart.
I took Oliver’s hand and walked back toward the entrance. “Are you going to dance with me tonight?”
He moved his free fingers through his hair, which was a little shaggier than usual as he took all weekend off from Quidditch practice. “I might,” he said. “If you’re lucky.” He let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around my waist. “You looked beautiful, you know. Standing up there.”
“Thankfully Katie has some fashion sense.” I motioned down to the strapless black and white patterned bridesmaid dress that hit just at my knees. I felt beautiful too. Standing up there in front of all their friends and family, the pond to our backs.
There were barely any decorations, since the setting was so picture-perfect. Large orange and red and yellow trees. Green grass. White chairs with peonies flanking the aisle. We each had a bouquet of wildflowers, courtesy of the Weasley garden.
“You can’t fashion confidence,” Oliver said, kissing my temple. “Shall we?”
Inside was nothing short of chaotic. There were roughly two hundred guests, all of which spared no expense according to the overflowing gift table. A few people remained at the round tables, discussing things, but most were out on the dance floor with their drinks in hand, moving to the quick music. I spotted Katie and George near the center.
She was in a drop-waist gown that hugged her body, overlaid with lace and sewn crystals. It was delicate and fragile and she looked stunning. George seemed to think so when he first saw her, as he had to visibly turn away for a split second to stop himself from crying.
“Bloody man he is,” Fred had said rather loudly.
Better than Lee, who I heard whisper a very suggestive comment about George’s bride.
“JANEY!” Fred wrapped his arms around me, elbowing Oliver out of the way. “Oy, let’s dance! Let’s run away together! Let’s just run! Marathon time!”
“Had a few too many?” I teased, kissing his freckled cheek.
“What is too many?” he said.
“Can you see correctly?”
“I couldn’t see correctly after the first three,” Fred noted, his breath smelling like whiskey. “Did you know Katie has cousins?”
“Watch it,” I said, tapping his nose with the tip of my finger. “Don’t make me get jealous.”
“Or me,” added Oliver with a smirk.
“They have SHRIMP!” Fred cried, releasing me to skip away around the tables toward the buffet.
I laughed before taking Oliver’s hand and steering him onto the dance floor, through the couples, and to the head table.
“Forgot your wine?” he asked with a smirk. Ugh, that smirk.
“Cheers.” I grabbed my glass, clinked it to his, and took a sip.
“Effing Merlin,” cried Angelina, almost crashing into the head table. She stopped herself with both palms, narrowly missing a centerpiece. “I feel like I’ve been dancing for hours. Where did you two run off to? Quicky in the bathroom?”
“By the pond,” Oliver agreed and I nudged him.
“Lucky,” she said, grabbing for a glass of water. “Fred’s too drunk to even know what sex is.”
“Quite a feat,” I said with a nod as Alicia and Lee joined us. Alicia hoisted herself to sit on the table, her bare feet kicking out from under it.
“Has anyone seen my shoes?” she asked. After a moment she began to wiggle her toes. “I think they’ve been kidnapped.”
Just then Fred waddled over. “They have shrimp!” he said. Four pieces of cocktail shrimp were sticking out of his mouth.
He was also wearing Alicia’s shoes.
“Having a good time?” Lee asked over the music.
“The very best,” I said with another nod, watching Alicia lunge after Fred and tackle him to the ground.
It wasn’t a lie.
I stared up at the ceiling, occupying the same guest bedroom as I usually did when staying at Katie’s. This time, however, Oliver crawled into bed beside me in his boxers.
“I’m bloody exhausted,” he grumbled. “Feel like I’ve been up since yesterday.”
“You were quite a good groomsman today.”
“No one told me I would have to fight off a rabid raccoon,” he said, giving me a look. But then he smiled because of course Oliver liked showing off how masculine he was. Even to an animal.
“You did it so well.” I rolled onto my side, wrapping an arm around his middle. “Thank you for being my eye candy today.”
He chuckled. “You’re welcome.” Oliver kissed the top of my head and we fell into silence for a few minutes. “Your dad had fun.”
“He really did.” I had seen him tearing up the dance floor on more than one occasion. He even humored Alicia with a dance and had a dance with Valerie Gig, who all of us had grown fond of over the year. Turned out Katie’s mum knew Valerie well through the Arrows.
“You think we should go interrupt George and Katie?” Oliver said with a laugh.
“They will both murder you.” I squeezed his side. “Though I suspect Fred has already devised a plan to throw it off. Whether he is sober enough to go through with it, we’ll never know.”
“When we hear Katie’s shrieking, we’ll know.”
I smiled and closed my eyes. “I love you,” I mumbled into his bare chest.
“Oh, Perry,” Oliver said back and I knew that smirk was on his pompous effing face. “I am going to marry you one day. Plan your life accordingly.”
“Itching to start a family, Wood?” I accused, glancing up to match his smirk with my own.
“Maybe I am,” he said seriously.
“Little Jane’s and Oliver’s running around,” he noted conversationally. “Pitter-patter and spit-up and all that. Right?”
“Jane, I’m kidding.” Oliver leaned over and kissed me. “I just want to be with you.”
“Oh.” Heart rate slowed. I kissed him back. “Deal.”
“Besides, we all know George is going to knock up Katie first and get punched for it,” Oliver said with a shrug. “Either that or Fred is going to go crazy and tell everyone he has a shrimp baby.”
“And name it Fred,” I added with a lazy smile.
He pulled his arms around me a little tighter and leaned back into the pillows. “You know,” he said a little softer than before, “I’m glad you didn’t pick Roger.”
“You called him Roger.” I traced my fingertips along his ribs. “And I’m glad you didn’t pick Brazil.”
“I picked you,” he said.
It’s not every day that I, Jane Perry, get to tell you what happened. Just today. Okay, deep breath. Deeper. Well, not inception deep.
Here, in barely a particular order, is what happened since I was seventeen, young, in love, and had a piss poor fashion sense.
Libby didn’t change. Did you expect her to? She was queen bee her seventh year and named her own clique. She also failed three of her classes and had to take remedial charms, divination, and history of magic in the spring term. Imagine my gleeful expression when I learned that. After she graduated toward the bottom of her year, her mum got her a job in an insurance agency. She met a guy called Durks Bay in her twenties, got married, and popped out two kids.
Quite the image.
I have no idea what happened to Mandy Brocklehurst, other than she graduated with a very poor grade in Charms.
Theresa went on to captain Gryffindor the year after Ellis left. She ended up very close to Oliver’s skill level and after graduation, signed to the Canon’s reserve team.
Dylan Panther went on to be a smug little prat. Instead of Quidditch, which I will admit he was good at, he went into sales and racked in quite a lot of money by way of intimidation. Fortunately (for me), he failed to intimidate a woman into more than a first date and ended up with three dogs that bite. They are rather fluffy though.
Bastian continued to play for Brazil International. They won the World Cup several years later, splashing his face all over everything once again. Alicia pretended it wasn’t happening and took up painting during those few months.
Especially after they showed a picture of his mansion overlooking the Atlantic Ocean.
Lou Beckett kept her shop for another few years and eventually moved with Amanda into the countryside after meeting a nice Muggle bloke with no children. Amanda was upset about the lack of clothes to borrow. Though I erased their memories, something must have stuck because Amanda didn’t lose her virginity until age nineteen to a bloke she ended up marrying. An American bloke studying abroad for a semester, which turned into way more than that.
Bridget didn’t change much, either. She found another rookie the next year to bat her eyelashes at. He played for the Finches and bought into it since he came from Durmstrang and I was pretty sure most of the girls there had beards. They broke up soon after, which happened again and again with Bridget. You’d think she was high maintenance. She always made an appearance at functions, always on someone’s arm, but it was never the same person twice. Eventually she married a quiet executive, hired a nanny to take care of their children, and spent her days tanning by the pool.
Peter remained a great friend to me over the years. I was, and am, convinced he was hopelessly in love with me, but he was great. He changed careers in his late twenties, moving to produce television shows. I ended up guest starring on one which he said got very high ratings. I think he’s lying through his teeth because it was boring as sand. In his thirties he married a Quidditch player from the Harpies named Elisa Arora and they had a baby they spoiled rotten, but in a good way.
Liam and Michelle were married the year after their public kiss and locker room make-out. It was a beautiful garden wedding with the reception in a huge ballroom with posh draperies. They started a family immediately after and Liam left the team to be a stay at home father. He published two books shortly after detailing his time on Puddlemere and both were bestsellers.
I will never be shocked that Ellis was also signed right out of school. He got an offer after his miraculous Snitch catch his seventh year after his arm was broken just moments before. He was starting for the Magpies during their playoff run that very year and even managed to take them to the third round. It was another five years, but Ellis finally got his Cup. And several after that. He also got his fame and fortune.
Roger didn’t end up getting back together with Madeline. He spent a while being single and concentrating on his reserve team. He was called up a few times to the Magpies and did pretty well. He also spent a lot of his off time with me and the girls. It was because of his fantastic taste in clothes. We knew when he began to drool it was time to purchase.
I couldn’t be thankful enough for him being around. Even when Oliver and I would get into a fight, he would be there to talk me down.
Roger stayed on the reserve team and married a girl I introduced him to. Her name was Marissa Hammond and she worked in my office as an intern. After one date, they were hooked to each other and I could see Roger was finally happy. After some communication-coaching from me, he really fell in love with her. They started with a couple dogs in a townhome just outside of London, later moving into the country to raise a rather large family (get it, Roger).
And no, Alicia never stopped calling him Dodger.
The Woods never stopped being kind of rude and ridiculously rich. They never really approved of Oliver playing for Puddlemere and they definitely never fully approved of me. But they were good people. They supported Oliver through everything, even when he got a horrible Quidditch injury in his early thirties and had to go to rehabilitation for half a season. They were there. And this time, they didn’t accuse me of doing it.
They renewed their vows on their 35th anniversary in their backyard. Just close friends and family. Plus yeah, a couple cameras.
My father remained just as incredible and supportive as he always had. After graduation, he helped me re-arrange my room to make it more “adult” which wasn’t more than switching some posters and putting new bedding on the mattress. He also purchased some bathroom oddities, all of which matched the shower curtain. I told him I was rather proud and then painted his fingernails while he slept.
He stayed single for a while, though always told me when he had a date with someone. I figured it was so I would help him prepare. He always got really quiet after a date, and I suspected he still felt he was cheating on Mum. Eventually it lessened, especially after he asked Valerie Gig for coffee following Katie and George’s wedding. They went on a few dates, then showed up to a couple functions together, then spent a weekend in Paris, and then decided to get married.
In true Valerie Gig fashion, the ceremony was small, quick, and in a courthouse. She wore pink patterned with white and a small veil. That was when Dad decided the flat was probably not the best place for them and purchased a place outside of the city with a garden for Valerie’s dogs.
It had been years since I’d seen him smile like that.
Not everyone gets a happy ending in life, but he is one person that should. And he did.
After graduation, Katie decided Quidditch wasn’t in her future. She loved everything about the sport, but just didn’t love it enough to do it every single day. Instead, she decided to follow in her mum’s footsteps and start working with the Arrows doing scouting. It met her love of travel and Quidditch. Though she was never gone too long.
After their wedding, Katie and George moved into a small flat close to Diagon Alley. George insisted it was so he could stumble home drunk. Katie knew he just wanted to be close to his brother when Fred was working. After a year, Katie got pregnant and they moved outside of the city. They had a little boy named Andrew, who got along swimmingly with the pet snake George won at a fair. Katie stayed as a scout after taking a year off to raise Andrew, though she surrendered him on more than one occasion to the rest of us so we could spoil him properly.
George, along with his twin, made good on their promise to open the shop in Diagon Alley. It was just as grand and extravagant as their personalities and instantly popular for people of all ages. The Prophet featured them on its front page, two brothers standing side-by-side, grinning like idiots. He frequently brought treats home for Andrew (and the snake) and never had another fight with Katie as big as the napkin brawl (or NapkinGate as it had renamed). Five years later, the pair popped out another after Katie’s big promotion to executive, a daughter named Lydia.
Fred was more than thrilled with the shop. He spent hours and days and weeks there (which caused more than one argument between him and Angelina). He poured his heart into every bit of it, from the crown molding to the sweets to the color of the cash register. And then when the time came for employees, he hired his girlfriend on the weekends. Though let’s just say they did more snogging in his office than they did actual work.
They took the flat over the shop, a two bed place with just enough room for them and a cat. Fred pretended to loathe the cat, but Ang took enough photos of him snuggling with it on the couch to prove that theory wrong.
Angelina dove right into Quidditch. She was signed as a reserve for the Tornadoes right out of school and started practicing almost immediately. When they won the Cup that year (beating Puddlemere to do so) she was invited to every lavish party imaginable. And of course invited all of us. It wasn’t ever year a team won the Cup twice in a row.
Her and Fred weren’t quite the perfect couple Katie and George were. They had their fair share of arguments. He almost got her pregnant again, which was a riot in itself. Eventually the test was positive, though, and they turned the second bedroom into a sky blue nursery for a little boy. Which yes, he did name Freddie. They got married when Freddie was two, letting George hold his hand down the aisle as he swung a little pillow with fake rings on it. It was in the Weasley back garden and yes, the buffet did have shrimp.
They ended up staying in the flat, even after the business sky-rocketed so much that Fred barely had to be at work and Angelina was signed to a full contract starter position with the Tornadoes years later. In her early thirties, she was given the position of Captain, which was more than well deserved.
After graduation, Alicia had absolutely no idea what to do. She was met with a crisis of epic proportions, which ended in a breakup to Lee and a summer traveling Europe. This all happened after she was knocked out for part of the Quidditch Final and received no try-out offers. Not that she was even sure she wanted to play Quidditch.
She returned in August after aiding Katie from afar with wedding plans, and then kidnapped Lee on a weekend getaway in Barbados. Okay, when I say kidnap I mean she put on a slinky bikini and told him he was going with her. I believe drool was his response. But as he had closed himself off for the better part of two months, he was vulnerable.
Alicia confessed that the pressure had gotten the better of her. They agreed to have a less serious relationship while she continued to travel after Katie’s wedding, which led to Alicia coming back to England to visit more and more often until she had put off her next trip for more than a month in February. Not long after, they had moved into a place in Edinburgh atop a cute coffee place because Alicia loathed the thought of having to tend to a garden. She eventually landed a gig as a wizard radio host for one of the most popular shows on.
Lee worked for the twins’ shop for three or four years and later followed Alicia into entertainment. He auditioned for a role in a comedy sitcom and got it after a few call-backs. It didn’t get very good reviews, but his second and third shows went rather well. When he was thirty, he won an award for his acting and Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes had an autograph night for him. It was sold out.
Alicia and Lee never got married. They never had any kids and they reluctantly got a dog, even though Leesh hated letting it out. They loved each other, though, and they loved their jobs. And yes, she was bitter when Dad married Valerie Gig.
And that brings me to Oliver and I.
Oliver was right when he told the reporters it would be the next year, because it was. And to my own heartbreak, Puddlemere beat the Harpies for the Cup. After it had been passed to a couple people, Oliver hoisted it high into the air, letting out a strangled cry. Later, I accused him of tearing up. He called me a liar, but he was blushing.
That landed him on Quidditch Weekly’s cover yet again.
His first year he won the Rookie of the Year award and the award for the highest save percentage in the league, two things that rarely went hand in hand. They both looked marvelous on his mantle, especially after moving the figurines.
He got into an amazing groove with Puddlemere. Only five years after he joined the team, he was named Captain. He sat in the locker room for three hours after he was surprised with the decision, staring at the new C on his robes, grinning like a sodding idiot.
He never left Puddlemere, even though it had more hard times down the road after the departing of Liam. Part of me knew it was to spite his father, but I knew how much he loved and cherished the team that had given him a chance right out of Hogwarts. Sometimes I thought Oliver might have been part-Hufflepuff.
I loved my assistant editor position at the paper, even though I poured more mugs of tea than I cared to. I moved up quickly, though. Soon I was the one hiring interns and handing out assignments. After two years, I moved to Quidditch Weekly, which I loved. I sat in a box stocked with great food and watched Quidditch for a living. My favorite articles were the interviews, though I always stayed away from the ones about alleged relationships and heartbreaks. I didn’t want my name attached to those.
I lived with Dad for nine months after graduation, afterward getting my own flat in Greenwich. Oliver and I still saw each other frequently and met up on more than one occasion in Diagon Alley for ice cream with the twins. We still had our weekends at Katie’s and our dinners at the Burrow.
We weren’t in a hurry for anything, considering his flourishing career and my late nights writing about broom brands.
Oliver proposed four years into our relationship. It wasn’t anything elaborate like a plane ride where the groom spells out ‘will you marry me’ in potted plants. No, it was simple. It was in the kitchen of his flat. We were baking for a Puddlemere fundraiser and I had batter on my nose. He reached over, running his thumb across my skin, and licking off the chocolate.
“All better,” he said, his eyes locked onto mine.
And then he proposed. Right there in the kitchen, wearing a ‘Snog the Cook’ apron I’d given him for Christmas. The ring was already in his pocket. We poured a couple glasses of wine and celebrated in our own way. By putting on a fire and curling up next to it.
We got married about a year after that. It was our parents, our closest friends, and their immediate families. A very small ceremony in the center of the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch.
We couldn’t think of any place better suited for us.
We spent a week in Australia for our honeymoon, laying on the beaches and trying to figure out the slang. We failed on the second account. I also found out why you do not get fresh with someone in the sand. What a disaster.
Shortly after, Oliver and I moved into a house in the country. It had a pond in the back where I spent time in the short-lived English sun. It also had a large enough garden for Oliver’s at-home Quidditch practice.
A few years after that, we had our first child. A little girl named Georgiana, after Oliver’s grandmother. We called her Gee and of course George insisted we named her after him. Oliver was petrified of having a girl once we found out and even had a mental breakdown where he was screaming about ‘feminine things’ as he called them. I got a good laugh out of it. Turned out, he was fine with Gee, especially after he got her on a toy broom for the first time. She was a natural.
Immediately after, we had another girl, Aurelia, who just needed to whimper before she had Oliver around her finger. She was a heart-breaker from day one.
After Aurelia was two, I was promoted to a team correspondence role with the Harpies, something I’d never dreamed of. Quidditch Weekly ran all of my articles about the team, as well as the Prophet, and I worked less hours a week, so I was able to spend more time with Oliver, Gee, and Aurelia, as well as my friends.
We never grew apart, though we saw each other far less than every morning in a dormitory. We were in each other’s weddings, we celebrated children’s birthdays by allowing cake to be smashed into our faces, and we stayed up late finishing off bottle after bottle of wine.
And then every so often, one of the girls would offer to take Aurelia and Gee for the weekend and Oliver would get some quality time to ourselves. We spent a lot of time looking back on the time we spent at Hogwarts and the years that immediately followed, but we found as the older we got, we looked more to the future. Especially Oliver, who was convinced from day one Gee was going to be the star Keeper for a pro team right out of school. He, however, only told her how brilliant she was, even when she made a mistake.
We still keep a bottle of red on top of the fridge. Just in case we need it.
EDIT: The non-sequel sequel to this, The Keeper's Daughter, is now available on my author page. It is a next-gen story about Georgiana, Jane and Oliver's daughter, through her seventh year at Hogwarts. Though it is a stand-alone story, it is very much a companion to this one.
To be honest, I don't know what to say now that this is here. I started this story over spring break my sophomore year of college, four years ago, when me and my then-boyfriend-now-fiance were dog-sitting at his aunt's. He worked nights, so I curled up in the living room leafing through HPFF. At the time, there was a huge lack of Oliver/OC's. And then Jane came to mind. Crazy, stubborn, sarcastic Jane with her poor Quidditch skills and long legs.
This journey has been nothing short of wild. In the last four years, so many of you have seen author notes about me graduating from college, getting engaged, planning a wedding, getting a job as a journalist, among other things. In a strange way, I feel like you are all my family. I make great cheesecake bars for family gatherings, by the way.
So I want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has so much as read about Jane and Oliver. They are very dear to me, and to hear about their impact on others is mind-numbing. So thank you. Anyone who has followed this story from the beginning, from when Hide & Seek started, or from last week when it popped up somewhere on the forums. Thank you. A special thank you also goes out to those of you who have reviewed this story. Reviews kept me sane on some of my worst days, fueling me with inspiration and giving me an idea of what was good as opposed to what I could drop. Um, shrimp jokes? Oh yes.
I would also like to thank the people I have contact with outside of HPFF. Specifically, Ali, Kristina, Ramita, Sage, and everyone else who says hi.
That being said, I really can't believe this is over. It was my baby for so long. Shirtless Oliver. Stubborn Jane. Adorable Fred. Wild Alicia. I'm so happy all of you have stuck with me through this.
Thank you. Seriously. Thank you.
Thank you also to everyone who gave Breaking the Quidditch Code a shot when it was new. It will also have a new sequel soon. I am also working on Hormones, which has been great fun so far, as well as another story or two in the works. I have also considered writing a one shot down the road with Jane and Oliver. Maybe if I really start to miss them I'll come back to it. Let me know if you have any thoughts on other stuff I might write later on.
Please feel free to share your thoughts on the epilogue, favorite parts from Keep Away and Hide & Seek, or anything you'd like in a review. I would really appreciate the feedback on the story.
Thank you again. Words cannot express how grateful I am for the support from each and every one of you.
Hugs and Butterfly Kisses,
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