A/N: I know we're really not supposed to be putting an Authors Note as a chapter for a fiction, but I'm going to be adding some text at the bottom of this so I guess it's all good. (Actually, probably not, but...)

For all of you beautiful, wonderful people who I've spent so long torturing due to complete and utter laziness, I am so, so sorry. Lean on Me kinda slipped through the cracks for a good long while, and it was out of pure luck when I was going through my fictions that I found it again.

After rereading this fiction, I found my hyperactive (and now much more matured writing) mind snapping into high gear. A new plot was slowly taking form in my mind, a plot that would be so much better than anything I could possibly come up with for Lean on Me, and I had to let you all know.

I'm rewriting Lean on Me.

Yes, I am leaving this fic up until the rewrite catches up with the plot, but after that, I would love to see all of you reviewing the revised version of the new and improved Lean on Me. To all of you, I give my deepest thanks (if you're still even reading this), and I look forward to a new beginning with all of you.

-;-

.Teaser.

"Oh dear me, mates! Our ickle baby is growing up into a bookworm!"

"You wish." I roll my eyes, closing my notebook and tucking my quill back into my small book bag.

"Oh?" the pair of red-heads chorused, slinging their arms around one another and raising their brows in unison. I ignore their antics for the moment, instead choosing to pull out my packet of muggle playing cards that Uncle Remus had bought me. Shuffling them, I barely glanced back up at the pair, knowing exactly what expressions would be crossing their faces and trying my hardest not to giggle.

"Are you going to stand there all day or come in?" I finally sighed with a roll of my eyes before noticing the dark haired male standing behind the twins. "And hello, Lee darling."

"Hello, my gorgeous angel~!" Lee sang, batting his eyelashes and flouncing over to sit next to me.

"Flattery will get you nowhere." I reinformed him as I began to hand out cards. Blowing several loose black curls from my vision, I turned my attention back to Lee. "But I must admit, you certainly are more handsome."

"Eh? What about us, Tara?" Fred and George cried, faces the poster children of misery.

Going about the deadpan approach, I tilted my head to one side, looking over the top of my reading glasses.

"What about you?" I asked innocently before going back to dealing out cards. "Now, who's up for a game of poker?"