“Preschool Private Class?” Kylia was the next one to question the moment. “Tell me of this Preschool Private Class. Was this some kind of child-like training course for you beings of this realm?”

“Not entirely,” Feron replied to Kylia with an actually controlled and calm tone. “Back when Hare here and I were young, we were what you would call… special.”

“I find that hard to believe in your case,” Kylia chuckled.

“Do you want to hear about the class or not?” Feron boldly asked.

Kylia silently responded by making a zipper motion with her fingers over her mouth.

“Thank you,” Feron replied before continuing with his initial focus. “So as I was saying, Hare, myself, and a handful of other children around our age were deemed special cases. In fact, I’d dare say that it’d be better to refer to us as the “Special of the Special”. Each one of us had a unique magic or energy about us that had the potential to change the world, which was adult code for saying that we could cause a great deal of destruction if we weren’t taught restraint.”

“And all of these other children turned out like you two?” Kylia asked Feron.

“Not exactly,” Feron replied. “Myself…,” he put his hand to his chest, “And the other kids were able to learn control and specific focus methods based upon what our gifts entailed. That is… if we didn’t understand how to control our magic already.”

“And I’m guessing a hybrid like yourself was a natural, right?” Kylia snickered.

“Well,” Feron smiled, “I can’t fault what I am.”

Kylia huffed before looking at Harriett. “And I take it that you too learned control in some manner?”

“Well… not exactly,” Harriett embarrassingly stated, her eyes automatically moving away from their focus on Kylia. “The most I learned was how not to use my magic at all, even while sleeping.”

“Your magic is that potent?!” Kylia exclaimed. “If what you say is true, then how are you human? Surely with the level of magic you speak of, a normal human body would most definitely not be able to contain such power.”

“And that’s where Hare excelled amongst the special of the special,” Feron added. “If myself and the other children were the Special of the Special, then Hare here is the Special of the Special of the Special.”

“You really need a new way to express how unique you both and these other children are. You know that, right?” Kylia asked.

“I’m aware and I currently don’t care,” Feron mockingly replied. “Point being, Harriett’s body somehow has the ability to create and store near infinite amounts of magic. The weird thing is, no one can tell how or why her cells don’t explode under magical stress. Somehow,” Feron looked from Kylia to Harriett, “She is just able to handle it. And I, as her greatest friend, and forever grateful that she is able to at least handle her magic as she does.”

Harriett couldn’t help but smile a bit at her best friend’s words. Even though he was a little snot most of the time, it was when he said things like that that made her remember why he was her best friend… whom still happened to be a little snot.

“Alright then,” Kylia exclaimed with intense vigor, “Then there is only one option.” The daughter of the demon lord then pointed to Harriett directly. “We have to find out how to get in touch with the other numbskulls like this one.” She pointed at Feron next, whom responded by tightening his lips that were filling with annoyance and a hint of enjoyment.

“Easier said than done,” Harriett replied. “But we wouldn’t even know where to start. And even if I asked my parents, I’m sure us inquiring into such a sensitive matter would result in a parental ‘No’ faster than any troublesome thing Feron has been caught doing.”

“What is this, pick on Feron day or something?”

“Get used to it because I’m about to make it a month-long holiday,” Kylia snickered, raising her upper lip ever so much as to show just a small bit of one of her rather enlarged canine teeth. “But Harriett raises a decent point. And unlike my parents, whom I would easily push and prod until I got my way, you humans and fake demons seem to wish to work alongside your weak, sensitive feelings in order to get your ways. Truly, a strange concept to me, but it seems to work for you all… most of the time.”

“Your upbringing must have been wonderful,” Feron added.

“Eh, you win some and you lose some. In my case, I won completely.”

“Clearly,” Feron chimed.

“Thank you, hybrid boy. But since I know Harriett wouldn’t be up for the whole “Do troublesome things to get what we want” thing, I guess it falls on you. So… whatcha got?”

“What makes you think that I would know what to do here?” Feron asked with a smirk.

Kylia’s facial expression tightened as her thoughts drew on her rising emotions. “Don’t play dumb with me. The moment I met you, I knew that you were like me in one way: We both are good at doing the wrong thing sometimes to get what we want.”

“Your point being?” Feron questioned as he folded his arms to his chest. Based upon his tightened posture, Harriett could already tell that her best friend had an idea… most likely one of trouble… but an idea, nevertheless.

“Give us a troublesome idea, Feron.” It was perhaps the first time yet that Kylia had used Feron’s full first name, and not only had Harriett noticed, but Feron too. And the smile that appeared on his face at that secured the thought in Harriett’s mind that the idea he was about to suggest was most definitely… troublesome.

“Well, if you insist. But, Hare, you are not going to like it, but I have a way to get the information we need.”

“Well A) That sounds great. But B),” Harriett took in a hopeful breath before she continued, “why won’t I like it?”

“Only for one simple reason.” Feron took a few steps to close the distance between himself and Harriett. Then, once he was standing before her, he placed one hand softly on her shoulder. “Hare, it’s been a while since you took a vacation, right?”

“Yeah, not since that one incident in the Amazon with my parents, why?”

“What happened in the Amazon?” Kylia asked with her face now brightened and brimming with curiosity.

“Another time maybe,” Feron quickly butted in before Harriett had to recall yet another bad memory. “Anyways, Hare, that was a long time ago. So I think it’s time for another one. And I have just the place.”

“Please, no more forests. I am still not over my fear of vines,” Harriett pleaded.

“Seriously, what happened in the Amazon?” Kylia muttered, though no one acknowledged her words.

“Don’t worry, Hare. I promise you that there will be no vines. Now, tell me… how do you feel about London?”