I'll be frank with you. I am very sorry and disappointed in myself. It has been around two years since I have left the Fairy Tail fandom. Two years of nothing relating to Fairy Tail except for the very not often update of this. Two years of adventuring other fandoms, as well as leaving them. I, as a person, have a very short attention span, and it only fueled the fire. Around the one year mark of me not updating, I became too afraid to look at the reviews of this story, believing that they would be negative, speaking badly about not having updates… I finally picked up my phone and did it today. I was surprised that there wasn't as much backlash as I thought. Although I have stopped writing fanfic (temporarily), I had been reading it. I assume that I can get back to the flow of things sooner or later.

Two years of not being in any way, shape, or form in this crossover section will hurt this story, but I will try to get to the ending of the second book. If I did start it, I will finish it.

I started this story around 3 years ago, well, probably more like three and a half. And while I have grown with it, I have grown out of it. People change a lot in the past year, and I have changed so much in the past three.

The following writing is what I had written months ago, not a fully done chapter. I remember how hard it was to write and me just shutting the laptop being angry XD Please enjoy this, and perhaps enjoy the next chapters to come.

Like Yesterday Previously

"D-Did you get them back already?" They heard a voice ask from above.

It was Professor Lockhart.

"I-I went to grab some pixie repellent. I-I thought that it would stop them."

Ron scoffed underneath his breath.

Like Yesterday

Defense Against the Dark Arts

Gilderoy Lockhart, the golden cloaked professor, walked down his equally golden stone steps. He held a small, pocket sized can in his right hand that had a midnight blue label plastered with ~Parkin's Pixi Paralyzer~. When he got to his black desk, he shook it with an unenthusiastic sigh and placed it into one of his drawers.

"Oh, well," he said.

The professor looked up at the ransacked, ruffled up class. He studied them for a moment before he counted them, disregarding Neville fiddling with his stretched cloak as well as the multiple glares from his students.

"I'm going to have to call Gran for a new cloak," Neville whispered to the Gryffindor group around him, rubbing at the back of his neck once more in attempting to mitigate its soreness. "Why does this always happen to me?" he whined, his eyes looking towards the bleak ground.

Professor Lockhart combed through his golden locks with a steady hand and regained the attention of his class with a question. "Are we missing someone?" he asked with a slight tinge of his eyebrows.

"Malfoy," Harry answered in a cold demeanor. "He left right before—"

"I understand, I got it, I got it," Lockhart interrupted Harry. He nonchalantly waved his hand. "There is no need to worry as I'm here now." He patted his chest where his heart was with his right hand. "This class would have gone along splendidly if I hadn't been plagued by such unruly pixies. Generally, there would be no trouble but it seems that you didn't read the text properly."

There was silence in the classroom. An unsaid truth sat in the corner of the classroom.

Hermione felt her throat close in shame and there were words stuck on the tip of her tongue. She felt scandalised, like her dream was annihilated right before her eyes. And while the other second-years retreated from the sides of the classroom to grab their books and quills from off the ground while whispering gossips, she closed her mouth said no word.

"I mean no offence. But this is not my fault." Lockhart stuttered as he called out, "Don't forget to re-read and take notes on the next chapter!"

There was simply no reaction to symbolize that they'd heard what he said. They were all picking up their supplies from the ground, some were on their hands and knees. Lockhart gnawed on the inner lining of his cheek.

The professor put his right hand into his sleeve and took out his birch wand. He pondered for a few moments and took a few seconds before he began to slowly sweep the wand across the classroom.

Neville rose his head slowly from the ground as his eyes traced a broken bone of the dinosaur attached itself back to its partner and slid across the floor. His eyes reflected the crystal light as he watched the chandelier stop swinging and its crystal pieces slowly returning to the ends of the curls.

The students immediately stopped what they were doing and looked on in awe as the desks, chairs, books, shelves, and candles uprighted themselves, flew and adjusted to their previous spots respectively.

They are not late to their next class, surprisingly.

I will try my best to remember what I wanted to do for the ending of this book. I apologize for the wait as well. More chapters should be to come. I'll try because I have been running away from responsibility for too long.

I hope you have had a nice day, night, afternoon, and year.

Bye.