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“I have a bad feeling about this.” “Shut up, Romania. I’m trying to concentrate—argh! Dammit! This is your fault, Romania!” “What did I do?” Romania demanded indignantly, as England tried to scrub the purple scorch marks from his face. “You distracted me, you nit wit!” “That’s not my fault!” As the two other nations argued, Norway peered into the cauldron. “It’s turning green,” he informed them. England immediately stopped pulling Romania’s hair to turn and examine the bubbling liquid. He gasped and, seizing a large wooden spoon f

 Hiro’s shoulders slumped with relief as the cave exit finally came into sight. The sky beyond was dark grey, but it seemed there was still enough daylight to show the way out. She couldn’t wait to get out. She was starting to develop claustrophobia, and it had only been a few hours. They paused just a few meters short of the exit, and Hiro started to hear the tell-tale whisper of rain on the grass outside. Matsuba’s litwick gave an unhappy chirp, and the gym leader obligingly let her back into her pokeball. On Hiro’s shoulder, Crina was leaning forward, her large ears swiveling to and fro. “Rain, Crina.&rdquo

 It was late. In your lap, Emil snored gently, having fallen asleep shortly before. The fire was dying down, but getting up to add more wood would wake the boy. So instead, you stared at the flickering embers, resisting the urge to lean back and rest against the wall. Occasionally, the fire would pop, sending up sparks that would drift lazily for a bit before fading out. Sometimes, a strong gust of wind would make the door creak, and you would sit up suddenly, your eyes locked on the handle and your throat tightening with a mixture of hope and fear. And then the wind would quiet, and no one would come through, and you would relax. And you&r