Still blushing, Airi silently nodded, further asserting her previous statement that Vince, or rather Vincerella was quite awake (she was rather glad Vianna hadn't asked how Airlia had come to this conclusion).

And then Vianna was hitting Vince fiercely with a pillow while the boy cried out against his attacker and everything felt right again in the world. "Vince, you know, we know it's you under that wig, right?" Airi said, grinning amusedly.


"Ouuuuch," Ned sympathetically said, rubbing his own eyebrows as if making sure they were still in place, maybe it was a good thing that it had been Vince and not himself in there after all. Ned frowned, the aforementioned eyebrows furrowing thoughtfully over his head as his contemplated Victor's words. "I dunno.. I just keep seeing these really bizarre dreams, the same thing every night. A hooded figure, withered hands," Ned shivered, his mind assaulted by visions of the nightmare creature. "It looked like a dementor, but, different," He added, reaching into his coat pocket and bring out a flask of firewhiskey, taking a long swig.

In the distance, Ned could swear he saw an inky blackness moving closer to where the two boys were seated, and for a mad a moment, Ned thought it was the figure from his dream....

And then it sneezed pathetically and Ned knew exactly who it was. "We have a stalker," Ned whispered, nodding his head toward the inky blackness that barely hid a very annoying nerd...