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talented J. K. Rowling's intricate characters. She owns this not me so
don't go and yell about how infringing on copyright laws because I'm not.
I'm just doing this to benefit my creative mind and keep my self from
eating my hat in an insane rage of emotion from waiting on the next book to
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Chapter one: Harry's plan
By Devan LaSpisa
Harry lay in his bed dreaming that he was standing in the middle of the Great Hall. An enchanting sliver mist cover the entire floor as Harry walked around the empty room. He then heard a soft iridescent voice sound throughout the hall.
1 "Harry."
Harry looked around to see where the sudden voice came from, but only saw an empty room.
"Harry.' the voice called again.
"Who's there?" called out Harry.
"Harry who is the one that you love?"
Harry was taken by surprise by the question.
"That's kind of personal."
"Answer." Commanded the voice with a hint of irritation.
"Why?"
"For that person is in grave danger."
"Hermione?!?" Harry gasped.
"Yes."
"But why?"
"An enemy of yours seeks to wound you deeply."
"Lord Voldemort." Accused Harry between clenched teeth.
"Yes, and others who you care for deeply could also be endanger as Miss Granger is.
"What should I do?" asked Harry in a tone of deep concern.
"You must protect her and be true with her."
"Be true, what do you mean?"
"Express the feelings that which you have for her."
"But what if she doesn't feel the same way about me?" Harry asked. He couldn't believe he was sharing his most deepest and most personal feelings with a mysterious voice that he had no clue to whom it belong to.
"You two are good friends and you'll never know until you try."
"But-"
"Be true with her…" and with that the voice was gone.
Harry woke up the next morning, got dressed and went down stairs to the Great Hall to find everyone already there half way in to breakfast. He walked in to see Ron waving at him from the Gryffindor table.
"Harry," called Ron, "we saved you a seat."
"Thanks." Harry replied as he began to pile bacon on his plate.
"So how did you sleep last night?" asked Ron.
"Okay, I guess." Harry said wiping a bit of sleep out of his eyes.
"Woke up kind of late."
"I had a wired dream last night."
"What kind of dream?" asked Hermione as she took a sip of orange juice the golden goblet in front of her.
"Just some strange voice talking to me." Answered Harry quickly not wanting to reveal his true recollections of last night.
"Oh…" said Hermione as she continued to read her book, Muggle inventions past and present.
They all continued to eat breakfast as everyone talked about the winter break starting today.
"So Ron are you staying?" asked Harry with a mouth full of sausages.
"Harry don't talk with you mouth full." corrected Hermione sternly. Harry responded back by showing her a mouthful of chewed sausage.
"Harry that's disgusting" Hermione shrieked looking away with a playful smile on her face.
"No, mum wants me to come home for Christmas this year," replied Ron, "She say's she has a surprise for us when we get there."
"Maybe Percy's not a jerk anymore." Said Fred as he slipped a Filibuster Firework in George' goblet.
"Nah," said George as he pulled the Filibuster Firework out of his goblet, dried it off, and stuffed it into his pocket, "news like that would have been in the Daily Prophet by now."
They all gave off a good laugh. As Harry ate he thought about what the voice in his dream said to him last night.
"I need to tell her, I need to tell Hermione how I fell."
"Hermione." Said Harry.
"Yes Harry."
"Are you going to stay here during the holidays?"
"Yeah… why?"
"Umm… just wondering if everyone was going to desert me during break."
"Now Harry," Ron protested, "you know that if it was up to me I'd stay, but mum can get-"
"It's okay Ron," Harry interrupted, "I'm just kidding. Anyway I do have Hermione and Sirius to keep me company."
"Just don't forget to send me a Christmas gift."
"Don't worry I won't."
They all continued to carry on through breakfast enjoying them selves until.
"Oh look it's the famous Harry Potter and his group of gittish chums."
Harry and the others turned to see Malfoy standing a few feet away with Crabbe and Goyle snickering behind him.
"What do you want Malfoy?" asked Harry in a vexed tone as a scowl began to grow across his face.
"Oh nothing Potter," said Malfoy with a nocuous grin, "just came to see if you were still hanging around with the same group of misfits you waist your time with day after day. Hello Ginny, you're looking pleasant."
"Bugger off Malfoy." Said Ron taking a sip of O.J.
"No, no Weasly you see unlike you my family can actually afford to eat food."
Ron shot up out of his seats, both his fist clenched as he shot a piercing look towards Malfoy. He felt a slight tug on his left sleeve; he looked down to see Ginny shaking her head no as she whispered, "Just ignore it Ron."
Ron let out a sigh and put his arm around Ginny as they both sat back down. Harry glanced over at Ron who had an exasperated look on his face as he began to eat his food.
Harry then looked towards Malfoy and said, "You know what Malfoy you may have a lot of money, a big house, and a load of stuff. But when it comes down to it your just a pompous, arrogant, jerk."
Malfoy's grin began to suddenly fade into a look of disgust. Hermione put her hand on Harry's shoulder, which gave him warm feeling inside and said, "Just leave Malfoy, no one wants you to stay anyway."
"Shut up!" spat Malfoy, "Don't you talk to me you stupid Mudblood!"
Harry and Ron both stood up, Harry had his arm back, wand in hand but felt two small hands grab his wrist in restraint. He turned and looked to see Hermione's calm brown eyes starring into his. Brining his arm down she placed both hands on his shoulders and said, "He's not worth it Harry."
"But he- "
"Just let it go."
Harry gazed into her eyes, her sweet soothing smile calmed him down as he sighed, shook his head in agreement, and said, "Okay."
"What a git!" clamored Malfoy as he walked away to the Slytherin table with Crabbe and Goyle laughing oafishly behind him.
"Oh how I hate that boy!" commented Ginny as she poured herself another goblet of orange juice.
"He's just so… so… argh he's such a jerk." said Hermione slamming her book closed and stuffing it in her bag.
As they all finished up breakfast Dumbledore stood up stood up causing the hall to fall into an immediate hush.
"May I have your attention please." He said as every pair of eyes focused on him.
"Now that we are all fed I imagine that those of you who plan to depart during the winter holiday are more than anxious to get going. But I'll need your attention for a bit longer while I give out these announcements. First off all students that are staying, Hogsmeade is allowed everyday to all students third year and up. Second we will be having Christmas dinner at 6:00 on Christmas day. Third summer classes will be available to all students to sign up for who are third year and up upon the first day after the winter holiday. And last but not least we have a surprise for you when you all get back. Now will all students who are leaving please go to the main entrance where carriages are waiting with your luggage to take you to the train. Everyone have a safe and happy holiday and a marry Christmas."
With that Dubledore sat back down and everyone who was leaving began to head out of the Great Hall towards the main entrance.
"See yah when you get back." said Harry as Ron got up to head the front entrance.
"Just stay out of trouble while I'm gone." Ron said, "Oh and good luck with… you know.'
"Thanks, I'll… send an owl after I… you know."
"Yeah, I know."
Hermione looked at Ron and Harry, who each had an impish smile across their face, and said, "All right what are you guys up to?"
"You'll find out soon enough." answered Ron.
Hermione shot Ron a penetrating look, who returned it with a grin. With in a few minutes Hermione and Harry were sitting alone, except for a few students and the professors at the head table, after saying good-bye to the Weaslys. Harry looked at Hermione who had just pulled out the book she was reading previously. He just sat there letting his eyes gaze upon her as she brushed a shimmering red golden lock of hair off of her face tucking it behind her ear. He loved to watch her read, she was so peaceful, and he felt that he could sit there for hours with her.
"How am I going to tell her?" thought Harry, "I just can't go out tell her how I feel. I need to make it something special for her, something she'll always remember. But what?"
Hermione looked up from her book at Harry who appeared to be lost in deep thought.
"Harry…Harry…Harry why wont you-"
"I've got it!" yelled Harry startling Hermione.
"Got what?" asked Hermione, but it appeared that Harry's mind was somewhere else.
"Harry… Harry what has gotten in to you… Harr-"
"Hermione," interrupted Harry, "promise you won't plan to do anything tonight."
"Like I have plans to do anything Harry." She scoffed sarcastically.
"Just promise."
"All right, but why?"
Harry looked at his watch, "11:43" he looked back at Hermione. "Just be in the Gryffindor common room at 5:30."
"But Harry wha-"
"Please."
She looked at Harry who had a look of deep longing on his face. She couldn't say no, even though she had no clue to what she was agreeing to. "Oh… all right you win. I'll meet you in the Gryffindor common room at 5:30. But would you please tell me what this is all about."
A mischievous smile broke out on Harry's face, "Nope, you'll just have to wait and see."
Hermione gave Harry a peevish look.
"You know your pretty cute when your angry." Commented Harry, which caused her to blush. He looked at his watch again, "11:50, I'd better get up to his office, he should be there by now."
"Who should be up there?" asked Hermione in an innocent tone.
"I don't think so but nice try." Harry grabbed his things and left, "See yah later Hermione."
"Bye Harry." Said Hermione as she pondered on the thought of what Harry could be up to.
It took Harry ten minutes to get up to Sirius's office since peeves the ghost stalled him with a barrage of frozen snowballs. Harry walked up to the door.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
"Sirius!"
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
"Sirius open up!"
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
"Siriu-"
The door flung wide open.
"What do you… oh it's you Harry, something wrong?" asked Harry's Godfather, a warm look of welcoming across his face.
"Can we talk? Asked Harry, his tone rather serious.
"Sure Harry, come in. I was just putting on a spout of tea, would you like a cup?'
"Yeah, that would be nice."
As Harry entered Sirius with a flick of his wand lighted the stove and placed the kettle upon the burning flame. The two of them had grown very close during the summer. Sirius had been acquitted of all his charges thus making him a free wizard. Upon this Harry was able to live with him not too far away from Ron's house. Dumbledore hired him as the new Defense against the Dark arts teacher, which angered Professor Snape a great deal since it was the fourth consecutive year he had been turned down for the position. Harry and Sirius had grown a kind of younger older brother relationship over the summer and were very close. They spent a lot of time talking, usually about Harry. He liked this because now he had someone to come to when he needed an older wizards opinion on something personal.
Sirius sat down next to Harry handing him his tea and said, "So Harry what seems to be the problem?"
"Umm… well", Harry took a sip of his tea, "I need your help with something, but you've got to swear not to say a word. At least until tomorrow."
"Sure, that's fine. So what's your dilemma?"
Well… I need help asking… what I mean is I'm going to… what I'm trying to say is-."
"Wait let me guess, you in love with Hermione and you want to ask her out but you want to make it special so you've come to ask me to help you out."
Harry's mouth dropped in awe as his eyes grew the size of Hedwig's in shock. From what Sirius just said it was as if he was reading his mind word for word.
"B-but… how'd you know?" stammered Harry nearly dropping his tea.
"Harry" Sirius took another sip, "its obvious you've had a crush on her since the beginning of the year. I've been wondering when you were going to tell me."
Harry couldn't believe for all these months Sirius knew about his feelings for Hermione. He felt a bit foolish for not just coming to Sirius in the beginning for advice since this was the first time he love someone like this.
"But how 'd you know that I was going to tell you just now?" asked Harry placing his cup on the desk.
"Your father acted the same way when he told me how he felt about you mother Lilly.
Harry face suddenly became more attentive at the mention of his mother. There wasn't a day that he didn't think about her or the sacrifice she gave for him.
"He did?"
"Yep." Nodded Sirius.
For some reason it filled Harry with a sense of pride knowing that in some ways he was like his father.
"So what did he do?" asked Harry.
Sirius smiled as the pleasant recollection came to him and said "At night he brought her down to the lake and spelled across it in bright shimmering blue pixies, I LOVE YOU LILLY. It was one of there most happiest moments together as I remember it.'
Harry pictured his father walking his mother to the edge of the lake, her eyes shut closed as not to ruin the surprise. Then as his father told her to open her eyes the look on her face as she read those four beautiful words that changed her life forever.
"I need to do something like that, something that'll take her breath away."
"I see those strong Potter genes starting to show."
"Umm… Sirius.'
"Yes."
"Did they really love each other, I mean the way everyone said they did?"
Sirius smiled at him and said, "More than you or me will ever know."
Harry sat there next to him to Sirius thinking of what he was going to do.
"It needs to be something special, something Hermione would love just the same way mum did."
"I've got it!" shouted Harry jumping out of his seat.
"Just like your father did."
"Sirius can you be in Hogsmead at 8:00?"
"Sure, what do you got in mind?"
"It's a bit of copying from my dad a bit but…"
Chapter one: Harry's plan
By Devan LaSpisa
Harry lay in his bed dreaming that he was standing in the middle of the Great Hall. An enchanting sliver mist cover the entire floor as Harry walked around the empty room. He then heard a soft iridescent voice sound throughout the hall.
1 "Harry."
Harry looked around to see where the sudden voice came from, but only saw an empty room.
"Harry.' the voice called again.
"Who's there?" called out Harry.
"Harry who is the one that you love?"
Harry was taken by surprise by the question.
"That's kind of personal."
"Answer." Commanded the voice with a hint of irritation.
"Why?"
"For that person is in grave danger."
"Hermione?!?" Harry gasped.
"Yes."
"But why?"
"An enemy of yours seeks to wound you deeply."
"Lord Voldemort." Accused Harry between clenched teeth.
"Yes, and others who you care for deeply could also be endanger as Miss Granger is.
"What should I do?" asked Harry in a tone of deep concern.
"You must protect her and be true with her."
"Be true, what do you mean?"
"Express the feelings that which you have for her."
"But what if she doesn't feel the same way about me?" Harry asked. He couldn't believe he was sharing his most deepest and most personal feelings with a mysterious voice that he had no clue to whom it belong to.
"You two are good friends and you'll never know until you try."
"But-"
"Be true with her…" and with that the voice was gone.
Harry woke up the next morning, got dressed and went down stairs to the Great Hall to find everyone already there half way in to breakfast. He walked in to see Ron waving at him from the Gryffindor table.
"Harry," called Ron, "we saved you a seat."
"Thanks." Harry replied as he began to pile bacon on his plate.
"So how did you sleep last night?" asked Ron.
"Okay, I guess." Harry said wiping a bit of sleep out of his eyes.
"Woke up kind of late."
"I had a wired dream last night."
"What kind of dream?" asked Hermione as she took a sip of orange juice the golden goblet in front of her.
"Just some strange voice talking to me." Answered Harry quickly not wanting to reveal his true recollections of last night.
"Oh…" said Hermione as she continued to read her book, Muggle inventions past and present.
They all continued to eat breakfast as everyone talked about the winter break starting today.
"So Ron are you staying?" asked Harry with a mouth full of sausages.
"Harry don't talk with you mouth full." corrected Hermione sternly. Harry responded back by showing her a mouthful of chewed sausage.
"Harry that's disgusting" Hermione shrieked looking away with a playful smile on her face.
"No, mum wants me to come home for Christmas this year," replied Ron, "She say's she has a surprise for us when we get there."
"Maybe Percy's not a jerk anymore." Said Fred as he slipped a Filibuster Firework in George' goblet.
"Nah," said George as he pulled the Filibuster Firework out of his goblet, dried it off, and stuffed it into his pocket, "news like that would have been in the Daily Prophet by now."
They all gave off a good laugh. As Harry ate he thought about what the voice in his dream said to him last night.
"I need to tell her, I need to tell Hermione how I fell."
"Hermione." Said Harry.
"Yes Harry."
"Are you going to stay here during the holidays?"
"Yeah… why?"
"Umm… just wondering if everyone was going to desert me during break."
"Now Harry," Ron protested, "you know that if it was up to me I'd stay, but mum can get-"
"It's okay Ron," Harry interrupted, "I'm just kidding. Anyway I do have Hermione and Sirius to keep me company."
"Just don't forget to send me a Christmas gift."
"Don't worry I won't."
They all continued to carry on through breakfast enjoying them selves until.
"Oh look it's the famous Harry Potter and his group of gittish chums."
Harry and the others turned to see Malfoy standing a few feet away with Crabbe and Goyle snickering behind him.
"What do you want Malfoy?" asked Harry in a vexed tone as a scowl began to grow across his face.
"Oh nothing Potter," said Malfoy with a nocuous grin, "just came to see if you were still hanging around with the same group of misfits you waist your time with day after day. Hello Ginny, you're looking pleasant."
"Bugger off Malfoy." Said Ron taking a sip of O.J.
"No, no Weasly you see unlike you my family can actually afford to eat food."
Ron shot up out of his seats, both his fist clenched as he shot a piercing look towards Malfoy. He felt a slight tug on his left sleeve; he looked down to see Ginny shaking her head no as she whispered, "Just ignore it Ron."
Ron let out a sigh and put his arm around Ginny as they both sat back down. Harry glanced over at Ron who had an exasperated look on his face as he began to eat his food.
Harry then looked towards Malfoy and said, "You know what Malfoy you may have a lot of money, a big house, and a load of stuff. But when it comes down to it your just a pompous, arrogant, jerk."
Malfoy's grin began to suddenly fade into a look of disgust. Hermione put her hand on Harry's shoulder, which gave him warm feeling inside and said, "Just leave Malfoy, no one wants you to stay anyway."
"Shut up!" spat Malfoy, "Don't you talk to me you stupid Mudblood!"
Harry and Ron both stood up, Harry had his arm back, wand in hand but felt two small hands grab his wrist in restraint. He turned and looked to see Hermione's calm brown eyes starring into his. Brining his arm down she placed both hands on his shoulders and said, "He's not worth it Harry."
"But he- "
"Just let it go."
Harry gazed into her eyes, her sweet soothing smile calmed him down as he sighed, shook his head in agreement, and said, "Okay."
"What a git!" clamored Malfoy as he walked away to the Slytherin table with Crabbe and Goyle laughing oafishly behind him.
"Oh how I hate that boy!" commented Ginny as she poured herself another goblet of orange juice.
"He's just so… so… argh he's such a jerk." said Hermione slamming her book closed and stuffing it in her bag.
As they all finished up breakfast Dumbledore stood up stood up causing the hall to fall into an immediate hush.
"May I have your attention please." He said as every pair of eyes focused on him.
"Now that we are all fed I imagine that those of you who plan to depart during the winter holiday are more than anxious to get going. But I'll need your attention for a bit longer while I give out these announcements. First off all students that are staying, Hogsmeade is allowed everyday to all students third year and up. Second we will be having Christmas dinner at 6:00 on Christmas day. Third summer classes will be available to all students to sign up for who are third year and up upon the first day after the winter holiday. And last but not least we have a surprise for you when you all get back. Now will all students who are leaving please go to the main entrance where carriages are waiting with your luggage to take you to the train. Everyone have a safe and happy holiday and a marry Christmas."
With that Dubledore sat back down and everyone who was leaving began to head out of the Great Hall towards the main entrance.
"See yah when you get back." said Harry as Ron got up to head the front entrance.
"Just stay out of trouble while I'm gone." Ron said, "Oh and good luck with… you know.'
"Thanks, I'll… send an owl after I… you know."
"Yeah, I know."
Hermione looked at Ron and Harry, who each had an impish smile across their face, and said, "All right what are you guys up to?"
"You'll find out soon enough." answered Ron.
Hermione shot Ron a penetrating look, who returned it with a grin. With in a few minutes Hermione and Harry were sitting alone, except for a few students and the professors at the head table, after saying good-bye to the Weaslys. Harry looked at Hermione who had just pulled out the book she was reading previously. He just sat there letting his eyes gaze upon her as she brushed a shimmering red golden lock of hair off of her face tucking it behind her ear. He loved to watch her read, she was so peaceful, and he felt that he could sit there for hours with her.
"How am I going to tell her?" thought Harry, "I just can't go out tell her how I feel. I need to make it something special for her, something she'll always remember. But what?"
Hermione looked up from her book at Harry who appeared to be lost in deep thought.
"Harry…Harry…Harry why wont you-"
"I've got it!" yelled Harry startling Hermione.
"Got what?" asked Hermione, but it appeared that Harry's mind was somewhere else.
"Harry… Harry what has gotten in to you… Harr-"
"Hermione," interrupted Harry, "promise you won't plan to do anything tonight."
"Like I have plans to do anything Harry." She scoffed sarcastically.
"Just promise."
"All right, but why?"
Harry looked at his watch, "11:43" he looked back at Hermione. "Just be in the Gryffindor common room at 5:30."
"But Harry wha-"
"Please."
She looked at Harry who had a look of deep longing on his face. She couldn't say no, even though she had no clue to what she was agreeing to. "Oh… all right you win. I'll meet you in the Gryffindor common room at 5:30. But would you please tell me what this is all about."
A mischievous smile broke out on Harry's face, "Nope, you'll just have to wait and see."
Hermione gave Harry a peevish look.
"You know your pretty cute when your angry." Commented Harry, which caused her to blush. He looked at his watch again, "11:50, I'd better get up to his office, he should be there by now."
"Who should be up there?" asked Hermione in an innocent tone.
"I don't think so but nice try." Harry grabbed his things and left, "See yah later Hermione."
"Bye Harry." Said Hermione as she pondered on the thought of what Harry could be up to.
It took Harry ten minutes to get up to Sirius's office since peeves the ghost stalled him with a barrage of frozen snowballs. Harry walked up to the door.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
"Sirius!"
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
"Sirius open up!"
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
"Siriu-"
The door flung wide open.
"What do you… oh it's you Harry, something wrong?" asked Harry's Godfather, a warm look of welcoming across his face.
"Can we talk? Asked Harry, his tone rather serious.
"Sure Harry, come in. I was just putting on a spout of tea, would you like a cup?'
"Yeah, that would be nice."
As Harry entered Sirius with a flick of his wand lighted the stove and placed the kettle upon the burning flame. The two of them had grown very close during the summer. Sirius had been acquitted of all his charges thus making him a free wizard. Upon this Harry was able to live with him not too far away from Ron's house. Dumbledore hired him as the new Defense against the Dark arts teacher, which angered Professor Snape a great deal since it was the fourth consecutive year he had been turned down for the position. Harry and Sirius had grown a kind of younger older brother relationship over the summer and were very close. They spent a lot of time talking, usually about Harry. He liked this because now he had someone to come to when he needed an older wizards opinion on something personal.
Sirius sat down next to Harry handing him his tea and said, "So Harry what seems to be the problem?"
"Umm… well", Harry took a sip of his tea, "I need your help with something, but you've got to swear not to say a word. At least until tomorrow."
"Sure, that's fine. So what's your dilemma?"
Well… I need help asking… what I mean is I'm going to… what I'm trying to say is-."
"Wait let me guess, you in love with Hermione and you want to ask her out but you want to make it special so you've come to ask me to help you out."
Harry's mouth dropped in awe as his eyes grew the size of Hedwig's in shock. From what Sirius just said it was as if he was reading his mind word for word.
"B-but… how'd you know?" stammered Harry nearly dropping his tea.
"Harry" Sirius took another sip, "its obvious you've had a crush on her since the beginning of the year. I've been wondering when you were going to tell me."
Harry couldn't believe for all these months Sirius knew about his feelings for Hermione. He felt a bit foolish for not just coming to Sirius in the beginning for advice since this was the first time he love someone like this.
"But how 'd you know that I was going to tell you just now?" asked Harry placing his cup on the desk.
"Your father acted the same way when he told me how he felt about you mother Lilly.
Harry face suddenly became more attentive at the mention of his mother. There wasn't a day that he didn't think about her or the sacrifice she gave for him.
"He did?"
"Yep." Nodded Sirius.
For some reason it filled Harry with a sense of pride knowing that in some ways he was like his father.
"So what did he do?" asked Harry.
Sirius smiled as the pleasant recollection came to him and said "At night he brought her down to the lake and spelled across it in bright shimmering blue pixies, I LOVE YOU LILLY. It was one of there most happiest moments together as I remember it.'
Harry pictured his father walking his mother to the edge of the lake, her eyes shut closed as not to ruin the surprise. Then as his father told her to open her eyes the look on her face as she read those four beautiful words that changed her life forever.
"I need to do something like that, something that'll take her breath away."
"I see those strong Potter genes starting to show."
"Umm… Sirius.'
"Yes."
"Did they really love each other, I mean the way everyone said they did?"
Sirius smiled at him and said, "More than you or me will ever know."
Harry sat there next to him to Sirius thinking of what he was going to do.
"It needs to be something special, something Hermione would love just the same way mum did."
"I've got it!" shouted Harry jumping out of his seat.
"Just like your father did."
"Sirius can you be in Hogsmead at 8:00?"
"Sure, what do you got in mind?"
"It's a bit of copying from my dad a bit but…"