Author's Note (I KNOW I KNOW...UGGGH ANOTHER ONE BUT THIS ONE WILL BE WORTH THE READ, I PROMISE)

Yes, yes, yes, I still exist.

–Ish.

If you want to read the sequel to this story, read the A.N.

I have officially decided to re-write/revise "Feuding Worlds" on my new account. It was mostly because I was just idly browsing through my email when one from Fanfiction popped up, and I was like, "OOOOH! THIS STORY IS STILL BEING READ! OMGS!"

I'll be revising/re-writing the first few chapters, and then I'll be posting on my new account. The basic plot will stay, more or less, the same—like the Triwizard Tournament part of the plot, but the rest, I will be changing.

And, hear me on this: I WILL BE UPDATING SPORADICALLY. School is getting really annoying, considering that I have: STUPID CLASSES THAT COUNT FOR MY GPA NOW, community service at the freaking library, SciO, and this stupid piano competition that I have to be ready for in a month.

*Turns around to scream "AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"*

To one of my reviewers, schoolsucksass, I love your username and totally agree with it.

My new FF account is bluewindranger. Search it up if you want, because I've totally given up on going incognito, considering that my friend (AGAIN...ARGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!) discovered it.

There. Now you can PM me, insult the fanfictions published, praise the fics published, kill them...whatever. I don't care if you flame them. I'll just buy more marshmallows and chocolate to make s'mores.

And before you ask, yes, I have become addicted to Power Rangers. (I don't even know why.) Eleventh incarnation, to be specific. Don't ask me why; it's just a...thing...

Yeah, a...thing. Let's just go with that. Please don't ask. Please. All I'll say is that it had something to do with Nicktoons, chicken for dinner, and extreme boredom.