A/N: *hiding from behind a table* So, yeah, im kind of sorry x1,000,000 for leaving you guys hanging for so long, especially my lovely, faithful reviewers who have stuck by Emory from the beginning up to now. I'm going to try and write another chapter in the next week to make it up to you! And as always, reviews are welcome! :D

Emory spent the following week at the Silks' house. Although Gabriel returned to school, she didn't, and Mr and Mrs Silk were incredibly understanding of her needing a place to hide out. That week was the last one of autumn term, and Emory started to wonder about what would happen to her at Christmas. Where would she go? Who would she stay with?

Fortunately, an answer came on Friday evening. There was a knock at the door, and, as usual, Mr Silk went to check who was there. No one was sure if and when the Bloors would turn up, so they played it safe just in case.

"Gabriel, Emory!" shouted Mr Silk. "It's Fidelio!"


The pair clattered down the stairs and greeted Fidelio at the door.

"Hey Emory! How's your week been? Double history hasn't been the same without you."

"Really? It hasn't?" Emory grinned, and then coughed awkwardly. "I mean, it's been nice, not having to worry about work or anything."

Fidelio laughed nervously. "Yeah, well… Manfred said to give you this…" He pulled out from behind him a large bag full of paper and text books.

"Oh…" Emory's face fell. "I'm guessing this is my Christmas present from the Bloors then?"

"Yes, I suppose it kind of is. But, that's not what I came here for." Fidelio put the bag away and smiled. "Emory, how would you like to spend Christmas at my house?"

Emory's eyes grew wide. "Really? Are you sure?" Fidelio nodded. "Is that okay?" she added, turning to Mr and Mrs Silk.

"Fine by us," they said.

"You don't mind, do you, Gabriel?" Emory asked. Gabriel pretended to look hurt, but then he grinned.

"Of course not," he said, nudging her playfully. "Actually, it'll be a relief to get you out of the house!"


"Nyaaaaargh!" Old Ezekiel Bloor slammed his fist down on the table. Dr Bloor and Manfred flinched, but the Yewbeam sisters remained calm. "How could you allow this to happen? You were tricked, you fools! You stupid, stupid imbeciles! Now we have lost Yewbeam, and the girl, in one night! Idiots!"

Manfred desperately wanted to point out that Mr Bloor had been tricked too, but he did not dare. The man may be old and in a wheelchair, but if provoked, he could probably stand up and give the boy a thrashing if he wanted to.

"And you!" Ezekiel pointed dramatically at Eustacia, and, jowls quivering demanded, "How did you not foresee this?"

Eustacia was taken aback and placed a hand on her heart. "I am not some kind of fairground fortune-teller, to be consulted at the whim of the customer! Things are revealed to me in their own time, not mine. So don't you dare blame me."

Ezekiel sneered. "Oh, do pardon me, I didn't realise you had feelings."

Eustacia sniffed and was about to retort but Lucretia held out her hand. "We feel for your loss as much as you. As incredibly satisfying as it was to know our brother was being locked up and starved, we realise that that situation couldn't have lasted forever. We have other means of getting to Charlie and his bratty friends, or have you forgotten our secret weapon?"

"No, no," Ezekiel muttered. "Fine. You may go. We shall bide our time over Christmas and return next year stronger than ever!"

A/N: Dun dun duh! Sorry it's so short, but I've got another, MUCH MORE EXCITING chapter coming up shortly, so hang tight! It should also be a lot longer than this one. As always, reviews are welcome and generally they help me to write faster! *hugs*