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Publish Date: Sunday, December 30, 2007.

Written in the Stars

Chapter Two: The Lovers

Hmm… That's odd, Eve thought as she scanned the cards on the table before her, adjusting her black, thick-framed reading glasses as she did so. The theme of this reading is... emotion.

Well, that was it; the seventeen-year-old witch was stumped. Remus and she had agreed to meet in the library at precisely one o'clock that day and, since she'd gotten her homework for the weekend done early, she decided to wait for him at a table by the entrance at quarter past twelve. Of course, she wanted to keep herself occupied, so she brought her tarot cards with her and decided to do a reading before her partner showed up.

She'd shut her eyes and breathed deeply while mentally repeating the theme for the reading over and over, holding the cards between her palms. What lies ahead of Remus and me for this project? She'd then shuffled, curious to see whether they'd do well on the project and get along, or if the whole thing would go up in smoke.

The first card drawn was to represent their project and how it would turn out; it was the Ace of Chalices. Well, that's good, Eve thought to herself. The project will be creative, and, what's more, a friendship will develop between us. That should be nice.

The second card was meant to illustrate any obstacles, if any, that might spring up between Remus and her that may block their progress on the project or to-be friendship. The witch felt it may be good to know now so she could avoid it, if possible, when it came to fruit. She drew an upside-down Six of Chalices. Furrowing her eyebrows, Eve pondered for a moment. Um, the reversed Six of Chalices… That's… the reversed Six of Chalices is… negative… somehow… She picked up her book bag and dug through it for a little before finding her Divinations textbook entitled: Predicting the Unpredictable: Insulate Yourself Against Shocks. Flipping through it, she quickly found the page that gave interpretations and meanings to the Six of Chalices.

"Here it is," she muttered to herself, shifting her glasses along the bridge of her nose. "'The upside-down Six of Chalices represents one who lives not in the present, but in the past. In this case, the person in question either recalls upon the past because of its ability to soothe him or her in difficult situations taking place in the present, or feels that things are currently happening or shouldn't be because of what occurred in the past.'"

Eve slowly shut the book, deep in thought. Alright… So, our friendship is going to be halted… by a past event? Hmm… What could it be? While she didn't know the first thing about Remus, though the two had interacted 

throughout their stay at Hogwarts, she certainly knew a thing or two about herself, and so she delved deep into her memory bank to see if there was something that would become a hurtle they'd have to find a way to jump over. Unless the facts that she was a muggle-born and her father still wasn't supportive of her being a witch would be obstacles, she couldn't see what would become a roadblock in their blossoming friendship.

Trying to push the particularly painful latter thought from the folds of her mind as she didn't see how they would have any affect on Remus and her, Eve decided that she ought to draw a third card to show her how to get over this little set-back, and pulled out the Four of Chalices. Why do I keep pulling Chalices? She inquired to herself before putting the card back into the deck, shuffling it thoroughly, and trying again. After fanning the cards out facedown on the table, she plucked a card out again and gaped at it.

It was the Four of Chalices again.

It was blatantly obvious to the young witch at that point that she needed to pay close attention to this reading. The Four of Chalices… that's… that means that, uh… something needs to be rethought and… and reevaluated… I think.

She referred to her textbook to make sure that she was at least somewhat accurate, and found, to her extreme liking, that she was. So… something from one of their pasts was going to pop up at some point, and they were going to have to work through it… by rethinking something? That was a bit of a difficult idea to grasp, and she massaged her forehead with the pads of her fingertips. She knew she wasn't a professional tarot card reader, but every spread had to make sense at one point, right?

She sighed and checked the time. Ten minutes until one o'clock, just enough time for one more card. Alright, she thought to herself. If nothing else, please let the answer to this question be blatantly obvious. What will come of this project? With that, she drew her final card and gasped as she flipped it over.

The Lovers?! She exclaimed in her head. Well… I suppose the moral to this reading is, 'be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.' That was blunt enough for a troll to comprehend!

"I'm sensing love is in your future?" Came a chuckle from behind the witch. Shifting quickly in her chair, she caught sight of the amused face of Remus Lupin. Pulling her glasses down her nose, her gray eyes darted quickly to the clock, and she took note that he was precisely seven minutes early.

"Oh, uh…" She looked down at her spread before returning her gaze to his. "You understand tarot, too?" She realized after a moment that that was a dumb thing to say, seeing as anyone who took Divinations would know how to read tarot cards.

Shaking his head, he placed his armful of books on the table and drew up a seat. "Well, some of the tarot cards. It's not really my favorite subject, so I'm not as enthusiastic about it as I am with other classes, but I do understand the meaning of some of the cards. Take The Lovers for example, it's obviously about relationships and such, since the title and illustration of the couple are so straightforward." He fell silent for a moment, and then piped back up again when he noticed that she was gathering the tarot cards to put them away. "If I may ask, what were you doing a reading for, anyway?"

"Oh… nothing," Eve lied. "I'm just keeping my intuition sharp. You know, by reciting the meanings of the cards and stuff." As if she'd really tell someone she only recently met that she drew The Lovers when asking what would become of them.

Trying to make a little small talk, seeing as it wouldn't hurt for them to get to know each other during the course of the project, Remus leaned forward onto the polished wooden table and asked curiously, "Are you preparing to become a Divinations professor after you graduate?"

Surprised by his question, Eve blinked. She'd never even taken the idea into consideration. Her enjoyment of tarot and palm reading had only begun sometime during her sixth year. She took an interest in it when she found that she had a bit of a knack with it, and that it was actually quite fun to be able to predict the future, even though she wasn't nearly as good as a professional psychic was. She'd quickly discovered that she was slowly but surely getting better at it the longer she practiced.

"No," she replied at last. "No, tarot is just a hobby of mine. I'd actually like to become a Healer after I graduate." A pause, and then the obligatory, "How about you? What are you planning to become after graduation?"

Remus coughed into his free elbow and, as if he hadn't heard her, inquired, "So, do you have any ideas for our Astronomy project?" Truth be told, he'd thought about becoming a professor at Hogwarts, since it seemed to be the only place a werewolf would be accepted, even if that tidbit was the most guarded secret against the vast majority of those who attended. He wouldn't mind teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, seeing as that was a subject he did marvelously in, adored, and the opportunity would be present to teach the next generation the truth about werewolves. Maybe then, in the future, werewolves would be accepted in the magical community, and he wouldn't have to worry about discrimination or finding a suitable job that would keep a roof over his head, clothes on his body, and food in his stomach.

However, he couldn't count on having much of a career in the future, given the fact that he was a werewolf. As such, he regrettably believed that he'd have to live off of his parents' money in between whatever pitiful jobs would be temporarily thrown his way, if any.

Eve's quiet voice sliced through his thoughts and whisked him back to the present. "Well… Professor Sinistra mentioned something about recording the history of a celestial body, so I thought that would be relatively simple to do. The only thing is that it would be remarkably boring, doing all that research and writing, and there wouldn't be much for us to look forward to. I'm not saying that homework is always fun, but since the choice is up to us, I think we'd rather decide upon something that we're looking forward to working on and are proud to present rather than something that makes us go, 'Ugh!'"

Remus chuckled a little bit at the disgusted expression that scrunched Eve's face up as she said, "Ugh!" in a deep voice. She did have a point, though; they may as well put the effort into something they'd like to do than feel like they need to force themselves to work on it, like many other projects felt like, especially since their options were wide open with the vague assignment description their instructor left them with.

Bringing his hand up to his mouth, he fiddled with his lower lip between his thumb and forefinger for a little while thinking. "You're right, it would be quite boring to just write something up. Perhaps if we did something more… more original, more creative… something that she's never had handed in as a project before."

Eve nodded and rested her elbow on the table while pressing her forehead into the connected palm. Hmm… What to do… What to do…

Her partner snapped his fingers in triumph. "How about we make up our own planet? Think about it; we could create the universe and history of it from scratch and make it inhabitable and everything."

The witch thought about it for a moment before a smile bloomed on her face. "That sounds like a great idea, Remus. Why, we could make up constellations that surround it and what times of the year they could be seen from the planet, we could come up with an evolutionary timeline and a story on how the planet was created… Ooh, we can even create a few moons to revolve around the planet!"

"No moons," Remus quickly protested with a shake of his head. Merlin, it was difficult enough for him to keep up with one moon, he couldn't imagine living on such a planet and dealing with multiple moons. For once, he'd like to be free to imagine a planet with no moons, one where he could escape to in his mind's eye, and one on which he would be safe.

Arching an inquisitive brow, Eve asked, "Why not?"

"Because," he began, trying to think up a quick reason, "I just… think that… maybe it would be expected of us to… give a detailed history for each of the moons, as well, when the planet's history will take enough time to come up with as it is."

Eve turned this idea over in her mind before nodding in agreement. "You're right. That would be far too much work to do in one month. Besides, we'll have enough on our hands with the new planet we'll be creating from scratch. However, I think that maybe we should, in addition to the written portion of the assignment, make a model of the universe our planet is in, and include stars and other planets, even though we'll only be discussing our planet in the recorded history. What do you think?"

Bobbing his head, Remus replied, "That sounds good. It would also be a good idea if we enchanted the model so that the planets rotate and revolve on their own."

Smiling triumphantly, Eve said, "I believe we have ourselves a project. First, we should come up with a name. May I suggest sticking with the custom tradition of naming the planet after a mythological figure, like the planets in our universe?"

With a smirk, the young man couldn't help but jest, "Sounds fine by me, though I don't think 'Planet Remus' quite has that ring to it."

"Oh, ha, ha, ha. The myth of Romulus and Remus… Very funny." Eve ripped off a corner of parchment sticking out of her book bag, balled it up, and playfully chucked it at the boy sitting across from her. Remus chuckled and swatted the ball away.

"You two! Drop the shenanigans and throw that out!" The librarian scolded from her seat behind a large wooden desk. She lowered her glasses down her long, hooked nose and glared at the pair as Eve made a move to reach for the parchment.

"No, here, allow me. I probably deserved it, anyway, for telling that corny joke," Remus grinned at her before bending over, retrieving the sphere of parchment, and walking over to the nearest trash receptacle to toss it.

Really, all Remus was trying to do on their first project meeting was get them to be comfortable with each other. That was why he was making small talk, cracking some cheesy jokes, and getting her to laugh, so they wouldn't be so stiff and formal around each other and would be more apt to be casual and open to one another. This, he reasoned, would make the project much easier to complete, and maybe he'd find a new friend in her by the time it was all over with.

After returning to the table, he didn't take a seat. Instead, he leaned down to suggest to the witch, "Perhaps we should start compiling books we think will help us with the project now, and before we meet here again, we should bookmark the pages with useful information. How does that sound?" Even though they were creating a planet of their own, he felt that if they had an outline of what they should write about in the history of their planet as well as an idea of how to create the model of it, they could make their assignment more realistic and believable.

"Sounds fair enough to me." Eve rose from her seat and walked off with him to the row in the library dedicated to Astronomy books.

After unfolding her black glasses and setting them on the bridge of her nose, she furrowed her eyebrows in concentration as she scanned the spines of the books on the shelves. Finally coming across one entitled: Names, Meanings, and Origins of the Planets, she pulled it from the shelf and opened it, skimming the table of contents first. Finding what she was searching for, she flipped to a page with the words "Origins of the Planets' Names", which read:

"The planets in our solar system were named according to a mythological god or goddess that was thought to correspond with the planet because of its distinguishing features. For instance, the planet Mars was named after the Roman god of war because of its scarlet coloration. The planet Venus was named after the Roman goddess of beauty because it shines brightly in the sky. And the planet Pluto was named after the Roman god of the underworld because it is the furthest planet from the sun.

Below is a list of brief information on the planets in their order from the sun. Please refer to the following chapter for more detailed data.

The planet Mercury is named after the Roman god of travel because it moves quickly across the sky.

The planet Venus is named after the Roman goddess of beauty because it shines brilliantly.

The planet Earth is not named after any god or goddess, but its name comes from Old English and Germanic.

The planet Mars is named after the Roman god of war because it is red in colour.

The planet Jupiter is named after the Roman king of the gods because it is the largest planet in the solar system.

The planet Saturn is named after the Roman god of agriculture and is known for its rings.

The planet Uranus is named after the Greek god of the sky and is known for being gaseous.

The planet Neptune is named after the Roman god of the sea because it is blue in color.

The planet Pluto is named after the Roman god of the underworld because it is the furthest from the sun, and therefore the darkest."

Catching sight of the page his partner was on, Remus approached her and inquired, "Did you find something?" Looking down at her, he realized for the first time how small she was. He stood at a still-slightly-lanky six foot four, while she looked to be at least a good foot shorter than him.

Lifting her head up, Eve replied, "Yes, actually I did. It gives a brief list of the planets, who they're named after, and why they were named after their assigned god or goddess. Curious…"

"What is?"

"Six out of the eight planets named after mythological figures are given masculine names." Eve shut the book and decided firmly with a smart nod, "We'll give our planet a feminine name."

"What? Why?"

"Because we need to balance out the genders." With a mischievous grin, she joked, "Think about it- if there aren't enough female planets out there, then the male planets won't be able to make new planets."

Remus set his book down on the counter that jutted from the bookshelf and shook his head, chuckling under his breath. "Merlin forbid the lack of 'female' planets in the universe. Fine, fine, go pick out a feminine name for our planet. But, Eve, can we at least not color the planet pink?" He shuddered at the thought. "I don't want it to turn into a big ball of pink fluff and sparkles and… Blech!"

Eve blinked once and then gave an unladylike snort that caused Remus to arch his eyebrows. Her amusement grew as she covered her mouth to muffle a mad rush of giggles that bubbled its way to the surface. A half minute later, 

when her laughter finally subsided into chuckles, she grinned up at the perplexed Remus and explained, "Oi! We sound like a married couple arguing over our unborn child. 'I want it to be a girl,' 'I want to name her this,' 'I don't want her to wear this color.'" She made different voices as she mimicked the two of them.

Chuckling, Remus bowed and shook his head at her jest. If one really thought about it, it almost was like they were preparing for the birth of a child. The previous Astronomy class had been the date of conception since that was when the assignment was given, the following month would be the gestation period as they composed the project, and the due date when they'd present the project would be the birthday of the 'baby'.

"You're funny. This project will be a breeze for us, I can already tell." Remus said with a nod of his head. He slid the sleeve up one of his arms and checked his watch. "Ooh, I have to go. How about we meet up again within the next couple of days?"

Eve nodded and, sliding off her glasses, walked with him back to their table so he could collect his books and backpack. "Sounds good to me. Remember, for next time, we should bring our books and make sure we bookmark the places that have the most useful information."

"Will do. See you next time." After rolling down his sleeve, he waved once and walked to the front desk to have his books checked out.

.x:X:x.

Later that day, after the sun had slipped below the horizon and left the moon in its wake, Remus climbed the stairs to the boys' dormitory and shut the door behind him. Walking over to his bed, he plopped down and emptied his bag of library books before taking out a scrap of parchment and using bits of it to mark the most helpful pages.

About twenty minutes after Remus had arrived, the door opened again to reveal a very scarlet and distracted Peter.

"'Lo, Wormtail. How was your first day working with… well, you know…" Remus trailed off, widening his eyes to show his distaste for Peter's partner.

Batting his eyes as though he were just coming out of a trance, the chubbiest of the Marauders made to loosen his already undone tie, seemed to realize it couldn't become any more slack than it already was, and then quickly took an awkward seat on his own bed.

"Oh, uh," he swallowed, not turning his head to look at his friend, but only moving his eyes to make visual contact. "Horrible. Merlin, I-I-I hate the bloody bint."

Remus tilted his head to one side and squinted his eyes at Peter. He was acting quite strangely. First he walks into the room all red in the face, and then he sits down on his bed all funny. Usually when Peter returned to the dormitories, he'd flop down onto his mattress and bury his head into his pillow, ready to get a good night's rest. This time, he sat stiffly at the foot of his bed with his back against one of the sturdy wooden posts there, and looked rather keen on not turning toward Remus.

Before the werewolf could say anything more, the last two Marauders emerged into the room, throwing the door open so forcefully that a loud noise echoed throughout the room. James had an unabashed grin on his lips that made him look dreadfully amused. Sirius's face was dusted over in more crimson than Peter's cheeks were at the moment, and that was saying a lot considering the dark-haired Marauder didn't blush often.

"I'm telling you, Pads, I heard it for myself when she was standing in the corridor laughing with her friends about it," James said to the obviously furious Marauder.

"Wormtail, please tell me what Prongs is saying isn't… true…" Sirius trailed off as he watched the addressed friend fumble with his collar to tug it further up his neck.

"What the bloody hell are you hiding there?" Sirius growled as he slapped Peter's hand away from his neck and yanked down his collar. "Oh… dear… Merlin…" He murmured low in his throat.

"Ugh… that's really gross, mate… But, because of Padfoot's disgust, it's bloody hilarious!" James pointed at Sirius and doubled over in laughter.

Sirius grabbed James harshly by his shirt and hissed, "This isn't funny! You know how much I hate her! Merlin, Pete, why couldn't you at least have done that with Andromeda? At least she's nice! At least then I could've understood!"

Remus, now thoroughly curious to know what was going on, laid his book upside-down to mark the page he left off on and walked around to Peter's other side to see what all the hullabaloo was about. When he got close enough to the mortified Peter to see, he spotted a chain of lip-shaped smudges tinted the color of blood trailing down his neck, ending with a dark, slowly fading hickey at the union between his shoulder and neck.

Remus was shocked into silence for a minute before he backed away a couple of paces and whispered incredulously, "You… You let Narcissa do that to you?"

Peter squeezed his lips together for a moment, as if he were trying to restrain the words that wanted to explode past his lips, but soon his vocal cords won the fight and he blurted out, "But, guys, she's really pretty!"

James, his collar still in Sirius's fist, burst out in another round of laughter at the look on his best mate's face. Certainly, he hated Narcissa Black just as much as her Gryffindor cousin did, but Sirius's anger coupled with the fact that Peter seemed to fancy the Slytherin tickled him pink and caused him to be far more amused than disgusted.

"But… But why did you… how did this…?" Remus stuttered, trying to find a way to learn more about what happened without seeming nosey or perverted.

"Well," Peter began, fumbling with the flap of his book bag as a distraction from all his friends' eyes glaring down at him. "See, what happened was… Narcissa was trying to talk me into doing the entire project for her, and, of course I told her to shove off because I'm not stupid enough to just do someone else's work for them and let them have all the credit-"

Remus cleared his throat and glared at Peter in a silent gesture that told him to get past this point in his explanation.

"Uh, anyway, so I told her off and then she just sort of… well, she… she leaned in and-"

"Please, spare us the details, I beg of you." Sirius pressed his palms over his ears. "I don't want to hear how you shook things up with… with… Narcissa." Burying his head into his hands, he fell silent for a little before saying, "So, she romanced you into doing the entire project for her, huh?" He scoffed and continued, "Sounds like that slimy bat is up to her old tricks, then."

"Hey, just think about it, Padfoot," James piped up, bringing his hands up to unclench Sirius's fingers from his collar. "If he and your cousin ever get married, you and him will be officially related!"

Feeling his blood come to a boil within his veins, Sirius growled low in his throat and, without warning, tackled James to the ground and began wrestling with him. Remus and Peter watched with mild interest as the two grunting boys tried to roll their opponent over and pin him to the ground to claim victory. Within minutes, the brawl was over, and a panting James shoved his best friend into the ground.

"Ha!" James breathed, trying to draw much-needed oxygen into his lungs. "That's what you get for picking a fight with someone whose muscles have been hardened by years of training as a Chaser." He smirked and chuckled cockily to himself as he rolled up one of his sleeves all the way to the shoulder and flexed his bicep.

Sirius muttered an insult into the hardwood floor before heaving himself up to a standing position. He staggered a little before finding his footing, and took to straightening out his clothes. "You're lucky I let you win, Prongs," he muttered for himself.

Smirking, James looked between Sirius and Remus and inquired, "Anyone else have a snog-and-tell story they'd like to share?"

"Unfortunately, no," Sirius said while trying to tame his hair. "Although that Anna bird is fairly easy on the eyes, so I wouldn't mind changing that sometime soon. How 'bout you, James? Do I need to check under your collar for a little love bite from Snivellus- OI! GET OFF ME!"

This time, it was James who'd started the brawl, but before the two could really go at it, Sirius, from his position beneath his friend, brought up a knee forcefully so it landed squarely between James's legs. The injured boy howled in pain and Sirius shoved him off so he could stand up.

"That's what you get for pushing a bloke onto his back when he's used to being on top, if you catch my drift." Sirius smirked as his proud gaze fell to his belt.

"Blo… Blo… Bloody hell!" James rasped, his hands protecting his crotch from the possibility of another kick. Gasping for air like a merperson out of water, the Chaser attempted to sit upright, but his eyes rolled up in his pale head and he fell back down again, writhing and trying to get his mind off the agonizing bolts shooting through his body.

Remus and Peter shared a wince at James's facial expressions before the former drew his wand and kneeled beside his friend. After muttering a spell, James felt at ease. He visibly relaxed and his body splayed limply against the floor as he tried to draw in healing breaths after his torturous experience.

Remus stood up and made sure to put himself in between the two rivaling friends in case they started another fight, but James seemed to be content with lying on the ground and enjoying the anguish-less feeling.

"So, Moony," Sirius elbowed Remus and wriggled his eyebrows, "do you have any stories you'd like to tell us? Did you get a little lovin' in the library? A rendezvous between the rows of books? A nice frolic in the vacant back corner of-"

"Sirius, honestly," Remus lightly scolded, using his friend's real name to show how firm he was being with him. He knew that the cocky wizard liked to tease him in regards to his love life because of his current lack of it, but he also knew that it quickly got annoying if he didn't cut him off soon enough.

"I just met Eve. She seems nice, but we're just on our way to becoming friends. Why would I think of those things when we scarcely know each other?"

.x:X:x.

Eve sighed and turned her head to look down at the tarot cards scattered across her bed like rose petals. She had tried many times to draw another card while asking what would be brought to her life from the project, and the same card always found its way into her hand: The Lovers.

Throwing her curly head back, the frustrated witch leaned her head on the headboard. This was becoming less amusing by the minute. She was beginning to wish she'd never done that tarot spread in the library. Damn her 

arriving at the library too early. Damn Remus for not coming early enough to save her from the boredom the tarot cards alleviated. Damn, damn, damn…

Gathering up her tarot cards, making sure her memory lost the place of that dreadful card in the deck, Eve shuffled them up until her hands grew tired, as if from writer's cramp. With a breath in, she shut her eyes and concentrated on the question she'd been focusing on all day, and then drew a card among the bottom quarter of the deck. Opening her eyes slowly, she groaned in frustration as the all-too familiar faces of the blissful lovers embracing one another grinned happily out at her.

Lily, who was walking out of the bathroom after changing into her nightgown, brushed her long, vivacious ginger hair as she took a seat on the edge of her bed, which was right next to Eve's. Her jade eyes sleepily swept the room and happened to catch sight of the card in her fellow Gryffindor's hand.

"I take it there's love in the cards for you?" She playfully teased around a yawn as she set her hairbrush down.

Eve politely smiled and shrugged, replying, "I suppose so," as Lily slipped beneath the covers and shut her eyes.

The brunette stayed awake for the next ten minutes, searching through her cards as if to make sure that they weren't all marked as The Lovers. She sighed when she found that they weren't, as she was hoping there was an explanation other than destiny that moved her hand to that particular card every single time.

Deciding that she wanted to throw a curveball at destiny, she inquired internally, How am I best described? She mixed up her cards some more and drew one. "Of course," she muttered sarcastically to herself, "now I draw another card." The Queen of Chalices was in her hand. Intuitive, mature, sensitive, a touch unstable at times… well, I can be a bit loopy… Yup, I'd say this sounds just about right.

She sniffed the air once before deciding in a mutter, "It's just a fluke." She wrapped her tarot cards in a silky, raspberry red scarf and placed it neatly into the deep-stained wooden box that housed her precious cards. Placing it gently on her nightstand, she grabbed her nightgown and headed off to the bathroom, contenting herself with wiping her memory clean of that day's readings and not giving it another thought.

Unbeknownst to Eve, a card sat on her bed, beaming up at the ceiling and forgotten by its owner. It had accidentally and unnoticeably slipped out of the blossoming psychic's hands while she was shuffling, though the couple on the card didn't seem to mind. They merely continued embracing each other like the lovers they were and looked forward to a new day together.

Author's Note: I know that Narcissa Black was approximately four years older than the Marauders and, therefore, graduated from Hogwarts before them, but for the purposes of humor and amusement, she's in the same year as them in this fanfiction. As I stated in my author's note in the first chapter, this fanfiction is AU. Also, I'd like to apologize if any information regarding the tarot or the planets is incorrect, although I did research on the subjects so that I'd be as accurate as possible while writing up this chapter.