Interlude – Halloween Battle:
Hogwarts Great Hall
Thursday, October 31
Harry sat at the Gryffindor table, reading one of his Psych/Hypnotism books in the afternoon after classes were over with for the day. Decorations for the Halloween feast were being put up by Hagrid and a few of the Professors, Professor Flitwick in particular. Some people, he knew from first-hand accounts, thought that he was a brain for reading the books he did, and maybe he was. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, unless of course you shoved your intelligence into every one else's face and act like an arrogant know-it-all.
For Harry though, reading such books, which most wouldn't even pick up until they were in college or university and 19 or 20 years old with a lot more education behind them than an 11 year old wizard, was not about liking the subject or just wanting to know stuff in general. For him, learning the science and psychology of hypnotism and the human mind was as vital as learning how to properly hold his wand.
Since he'd eaten the Hypno Hypno Fruit and gained supernatural powers to hypnotize other people with virtual ease, he'd been going around learning to use his powers by sheer trial and error, and more than a bit of luck too. Though he'd read a lot during the summer between eating the fruit and coming to Hogwarts, it had mostly been in hopes of getting new ideas on how to use his powers, maybe find out how to tell the difference between somebody truly in trance and someone faking it and what limits he had in making people do stuff that he wanted. Since he'd come to Hogwarts though, too much had happened for him to only be worried about selfish stuff like that.
For example, just a few hours ago, when they were getting out of their Charms class. While it hadn't been the first time, he'd had to erase and modify someone's memories with his powers. Then he'd been forced to use Brainwash a couple of times too and very subtly at that, with no major changes, just very minor ones to their overall personalities and decision-making thought processes.
But that was the recent, and unfortunately, there had been a lot more in the past.
Harry sighed and closed his book, letting his mind wander as he watched the decorations being put up.
After the first month of school was over with, he'd discovered the ease and access that being popular gave him. While he may still have been under the naïve delusion that he just wanted to protect himself and not let people find out about his powers as an excuse, it didn't stop him as he made the rounds and made sure to introduce himself to every single student and person (ghosts included) at least once, sometimes more if they were unusually resistant or just interesting. Like the 7th Year Hufflepuff that insisted that she only be called by her last name, she definitely fit into the latter category. Besides that and being more than a bit clumsy, he discovered that she was also a Metamorphmagus, giving her shape-shifting powers that no one else in the school could learn or do on their own. Sort of like his hypnosis powers.
He discovered a few other gems such as Honks... Thonks... Tonks... whatever her name was. There were the animal speakers, a few people in Slytherin that could speak to snakes like he could, but also a few people in Ravenclaw that could talk to birds and owls, while there was a single 6th Year Hufflepuff that could talk to plants the same way. Oddly, the only special talents in Gryffindor had to do with one that could be also seen as some kind of harmless oddity, but was no less special, yet just not as noticeable.
For example, the Weasley Twins really could speak mind-to-mind, and though it made hypnotizing one alone without the other very difficult, it was interesting nevertheless. Another was one of the older Prefects, he was one of the best Prefects in the school simply because he always knew when mischief was afoot. The reason being, Harry found out and was the only other one to know, that this unique Prefect could sense magic as it was happening, who was casting it, and exactly where they were in relation to himself. There were less than a dozen other quirks such as them throughout Gryffindor House, while there were sometimes over two dozen amongst the other Houses. Odd, but no less so than their existence in the first place.
He had only discovered all this about halfway through October though, and was still finding more such people every day, but only because he was looking for them now. That was after he became popular enough that he was trusted by people individually, however. When he first started his campaign of meeting everyone in the castle and planting the necessary PHS in their minds, there were some unfortunate bumps in the road.
After the incident with Malfoy and the Rememberall, Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor House, placed him on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. The following morning at breakfast, he received a racing broom with the post, while no one told him and she certainly didn't admit it, Harry knew that the woman had bought the broomstick for him. He didn't even have to hypnotize her or anything! Unfortunately, right after breakfast, Malfoy had shown up with his two goons and had them take the broom from him before he could even unwrap it from the packaging.
Amazingly, the blonde little git was completely healed with only some red bruising around his wrist and neck that looked blotchy on his pale skin. The confrontation was short, but intense as Malfoy learned that an exception had been made on Harry's behalf, and he hadn't even had to do anything except fly on a school broom for two minutes. Malfoy would have probably tried to break it or something, when Harry had enough and triggered the three morons, despite Ron and Neville being right beside him the whole time.
It was the first of several things that would change Harry's mind about his attitude towards his hypno powers. Dumb and Dumber reacted same as usual almost instantly. They screamed, slammed into each other, and then ran off after picking themselves up. Malfoy, however, tensed all over and his jaw set even as his eyes filled with panic.
Seeing this, Harry almost flew into a panic himself, when he started paying closer attention to Draco's body language. The pompous prat was shaking all over and sweat was pouring out of his pores, it was painfully obvious that he was scared out of his mind, but he didn't scream and he didn't run. When next he spoke, it was with such venom that Neville and Ron both flinched back. Harry, however, narrowed his gaze in suspicion.
"I challenge you Potter, to a Wizard's Duel!" Draco growled out angrily, pure rage spewing from him.
Realization hit Harry in that instant, how the blonde Slytherin could resist the PHS at all was because he was channeling all of that fear and panic into his anger, and for that matter it was probably the first time that he'd ever been truly angry in Harry's presence.
Harry remembered later that Ron, who'd been briefly stunned by Draco's vehemence, had been about to say something, but Harry regained his balance first and stopped him. He then took a gamble that even after the fact, he wasn't sure if it had been worth it. He pushed Malfoy's buttons and tried to get him angrier, all just to see how far he could go with it.
"I refuse," Harry had spat in Malfoy's face.
"WHAT?!" the blonde brat had screeched loud enough that Harry worried his glasses would crack.
"I refuse. First of all, I don't even know what a Wizard's Duel is, and I doubt that either of us would do very well in it since we've only had a month of schooling. Second, what you're challenging me over is childish and not worth the time or effort. It's a broomstick that was given to me by someone else. Until I actually open the package, it's not even my property yet, so you would have to face whoever sent it to me before anything else. And lastly," Harry had gotten a bare inch in front of Draco's face, noses almost touching, and was pleased to find he was, if only a little bit, taller than his school rival. "You're not worth my time, Malfoy. Get out of here, before I do something that you'll regret. Now!" He then snapped his finger right by his ear.
A mix of rage, fear, anger, and terror flashed through Draco's eyes, and finally he snapped. He slapped both cheeks, screamed at the top of his lungs and started running down the hall at top speed, soon catching up with Crabbe and Goyle and outpacing them within seconds. He kept running through the halls until supper time that day, and was jumpy until going to bed that night. Or at least that's what he'd been told by Blaise Zabini, his Slytherin 'friend', though admittedly the only one that he trusted enough not to turn his back on.
That was just one of the instances where one of Harry's post hypnotic suggestion had been overcome. Unfortunately, it was not the last.
The following week, Professor Snape took a total of 37 points away from Gryffindor House, more than half of that during Harry's Potions classes with the Slytherins. The problem, he discovered after being held back by the Professor one Friday after class, was in exactly how much that man hated him. With that event plus what had happened his first Saturday at Hogwarts, it made the petty anger Malfoy spawned against him seem like a match flame against a raging inferno.
Harry was stumped for what to do until he remembered some of the quirks of his other teachers. Rather than try and 'teach' this man not to hate him through negative reinforcement, as he'd done with the Weasley Twins help for that first Saturday, he decided to go an entirely different route. The first changes he made was that every time Professor Snape began to teach, or heard the phrase "It's Time To Teach," in some form or another, every single one of his emotions went dead. Anger, rage, hate, jealousy, pettiness, happiness, joy, pride, every single emotion went out of him completely and no matter the stimulus, would not and could not return while he was teaching class. The other thing was that, in writing, he would always see the name 'Harry Potter' as 'Draco Malfoy' and vice versa. At least when grading papers and filling out the roll sheets. The last change, at least for the month of October, was that he, Severus Snape, could no longer see nor notice Harry Potter in any way at all.
What that meant was that while Harry couldn't make it so he was invisible or unseen, to Professor Snape's eyes and mind he was just another faceless Gryffindor and thus beneath his notice. Even if it was pointed out to him by every person in the school, with Harry standing right in front of him and undeniable proof of who he was, Snape could stare at him all day and wouldn't recognize him or be able to identify him at all.
That was the first intentional use of Brainwash at full power that Harry had used at the school, because it had taken more than subtle suggestions to put that last PHS through. Before that, he'd only used Brainwash to push through some hard-to-accept suggestions, or to erase memories that were best left forgotten. This time, he'd had to actually go into the man's mind and permanently separate the connection and association of the name Harry Potter, the identity and history of Harry Potter, and the sight, image, sound, and appearance of Harry Potter from each other and disassociate them from ever being reconnected to one another.
Severus Snape still knew who Harry Potter was. He still hated him with a passion unending and wanted him to be miserable for all eternity. He still knew what Harry Potter looked like. He knew what Harry Potter's name looked like on paper. He also knew everything he'd ever known about Harry Potter's past and that he attended his classes in Potions and was in Gryffindor House. What he could no longer do was make the connections between all of that information.
While it wasn't the greatest being ignored in class and the hallways by the Potions Professor, Harry had to admit that it was better than the alternative of being targeted for social abuse by the greasy bat.
Back to today, however, Harry opened and turned the page in his book and sighed.
It started out simply enough, with a new lesson in Charms class. Professor Flitwick finally taught them the Levitation Charm that he'd been hinting at for half the semester now. The class itself was not the problem. Harry was partnered up with one of his other dorm mates, Seamus Finnegan, while Ron was partnered up with Hermione. Speaking of whom, since the train ride, Harry had been trying to get close enough to her to encourage a real friendship, but either she was too busy, too shy, or Ron showed up and insulted her and sent her running off, or dragged Harry away just to play chess.
That was another thing that had surprised Harry. He'd thought Ron was simple-minded, in the nicest way possible, and thus easy to control. It was only due to his intentional hobnobbing and meeting everyone in the school, working to become popular, that he even noticed the redhead's sabotage against him. Behind Harry's back, as in whenever he wasn't around after class, Ron changed into a grade A bully, saying he was best mates with the Boy-Who-Lived and started telling stories, blatant lies, in order to discourage any of the older years from approaching Harry to give a 'helping hand' or people from other Houses from getting near the Gryffindor table or Tower. Harry heard the rumors about himself from these very people, corrected them on the lies, and then tracked them all back to the same source; Ron Weasley.
If he didn't know any better, he'd confuse the boy for a Gryffindor version of Draco Malfoy, except that as far as Harry could tell, Draco acted the same among those he called friends as he did in public. Which, honestly, put Ron a step above Draco in Slytherin-cunning in Harry's opinion. Harry still hadn't done anything to correct Ron's behavior, because he really didn't know how to. He had two options, change Ron's status and ability to lie about him, or just change Ron, period.
If he went the first route, it would undoubtedly make Ron his enemy, and he was too new to the concept of real friends to want to give up even a bad friend like Ron. Which left changing Ron the person. If he was honest with himself, he'd already made the decision, it was just what to change him into that was the issue. But he was getting ahead of himself.
After Charms class that morning, they'd been walking along and Ron started badmouthing Hermione, his lab partner for the Levitation Charm exercise. Harry was honestly surprised, as it was the closest that the boy had ever come to showing his true colors in front of the young Potter. They didn't even know until after she bumped into Harry as she ran past that Hermione had heard every word.
If he hadn't known what he did about Ron, if he hadn't had the power to understand, change and control the people around him, and if he hadn't been mildly fascinated by the girl for most of the school year, Harry might have just ignored the event, maybe felt a bit of guilt, but chocked it up to 'girls are different than boys' in his mind and gone on with his day. As it was, seeing someone that he wanted as his friend being tormented by someone that was a very bad friend was the straw that broke the camel's back.
He'd stopped in the middle of the courtyard, clenched his fist, and flooded his body with so much hypnotic power so fast that he almost exploded on the spot. He managed to hold it in until the others realized he'd stopped and turned back.
"Harry, what..." Ron never finished the question as Harry unleashed the strongest and most powerful Trance Ripple that he ever had to date, even more powerful and covering a greater distance than he had that night when he'd first discovered the ability.
Everybody, in particular one bushy-haired brunette with an armload full of books, stopped where they stood and didn't move for several minutes. Harry, having to make some fast decisions, went to Hermione first and rather convincingly managed to make the whole encounter seem like some kind of half-forgotten dream or day-mare. With Brainwash, he was sure that he could've erased the memories entirely, but he didn't want to go that far with someone like Hermione. So he just lessened the importance of the encounter and made it easier and easier for her to forget about the whole thing. Then he planted some subtle suggestions to start paying more attention to him, giving him a chance at being her friend, stuff like that. After that was taken care of, he turned his attention to Ron.
Which lead to him sitting, OK brooding, by himself after class in the Great Hall, sitting alone and thinking over what had gotten him to this point.
Ron Weasley was a weasel.
And that was putting it nicely.
He could list everything that was wrong with the boy's outlook on life and how he treated others, but he wasn't that bored. Besides, he planned on... changing that. Eventually that is.
For the short term, he made Ron forget about Hermione entirely, which afterwards gave him a constipated look as he'd tried to regain his thought-process before Harry had tranced him, and all he knew was that he'd been making fun of somebody, but now couldn't remember who that was, and had trouble thinking of someone that he wanted to make fun of. He'd switched to Neville, Malfoy, and Snape, in that order, each time pissing Harry off so much that he tranced the git again and again in attempt to curb his tongue. At least with Snape he could agree with what the weasel said.
Then Ron went and did it again in Herbology Class.
He did the same thing for Hermione once more, disassociating the memories from her mind and making the more painful emotions less focused and more ambiguous, thereby giving her a general dislike and sense of hurt associated with Ron Weasley, but nothing like the sharp and potent pain of betrayal she'd felt without his interference. Ron, on the other hand, right before Lunch, got a full-on PHS matrix in an unused classroom just inside from where the greenhouses were accessed in the castle, which made it impossible for him to verbally abuse anyone, making him forget the person he was talking about the moment before he could say anything. He held off on Brainwashing him merely because he hadn't yet decided on what he wanted to change Ron into yet.
Harry felt the need to wash after that, but instead he came into lunch on his own, where he sat, thinking over what he was going to do with his "friends", if he could even bother calling them that. After all, here he was, manipulating and outright controlling them, and yet he still called them his friends!
"Tsch," Harry hissed at himself.
Who was he kidding? Hermione was a bossy-know-it-all that put schoolwork and authority above everything else, Neville was an uber-shy nice guy that had no backbone whatsoever, and Weasley was a weasel and was only hanging around him to mooch off his popularity it seemed. Or rather, horde it all for himself.
He had no friends, not really. Not the real friends that he always dreamed about, and just because he had the power to make them his friends did not make them Real Friends either. It just made him something worse than a bully, and after years of the Dursley's, Dudley and all of his gang, he absolutely refused to become that.
He sighed and finished off his drink before closing his book and standing up.
That was the real reason he was so broody right now. He'd just realized what an absolute jerk he'd been with these powers of his so far. He could count the 'good' he'd done on one hand, and the abuse of said powers for self-interest and spite by a good deal more. He really needed to think this over some more, but it was almost time for the Halloween Feast tonight, and he still had some homework to do in the Tower.
"Alright," he said to himself out loud, turning to Gryffindor Tower to get what he'd need for the rest of the afternoon. He'd decide what to do about himself tonight after the feast, and until then, he vowed not to use his cursed powers at all. At the least he'd see how well he did without the temptation, he thought, grinning.
Hogwarts Great Hall
Halloween Feast
"TROLL! TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!"
Harry blinked and looked up from his pumpkin pie as the normally timid and stuttering professor of Defense Against The Dark Arts ran screaming into the Great Hall, stopping right in front of the Head Table, and then where they could all hear, but no longer shouting, he added, "Thought you ought to know..." Then he fainted.
Harry blinked again, and by the time he finally figured out what the display really meant, the entire school erupted in mass panic, with everybody screaming, getting out of their seats, and a few even running around in circles. Harry, on the other hand, calmly put down his utensils and considered either grabbing more food, or just finishing what was already on his plate. Even if the professors didn't soon have everything in hand, and he had no reason to think they wouldn't, he could easily take care of himself.
Admittedly he'd never encountered a troll before, but just from what he knew about them after reading ahead in the DADA book, they were humanoid, not very intelligent, and could understand enough English to accept simple commands and concepts. That would be enough for him to hit them with an H. Illusion or LIME if it came down to it. And yeah, while he'd sworn off using his powers for the rest of the day, he wasn't about to let himself be killed just to keep a silly little promise like that.
A very loud cannon blast, or the sound of it anyway, echoed throughout the Great Hall. Immediate and total silence followed as everyone turned to look at Professor Dumbledore at the Head Table, his wand out and clearly was the one to have cast the spell that quieted everybody down.
"Silence!" he shouted for good measure. Surprisingly, he could shout pretty well for an old guy.
"Pretty healthy lungs for an old man," Harry mumbled to Neville, sitting beside him, who was still wide-eyed with fright.
"Harry! There's a troll!" he hissed at him. "What do we do?"
"Prefects! Lead everyone back to your Common Rooms," Professor Dumbledore ordered, "Professors will make their way to the Dungeons to cordon off this threat and ensure that no one is in danger! Please proceed in an orderly fashion out of the Hall and follow your Prefects!"
Harry sighed, and quickly finished off the pumpkin pie he'd grabbed before putting his plate down and getting to his feet. It was in the tension-filled shuffling out of the Great Hall though that he noticed something.
"Ron, where's Hermione?" he asked, after not seeing her in the crowd.
"How the bloody hell should I know?" Ron whined. "There's a bloody troll in the dungeons!"
"You really do only have a one-track mind, don't you?" Harry sighed. "Neville! You seen Hermione?"
"Uh, I saw her get up and walk out just before P-professor Quirrel came in," Neville nervously replied. "Lavender said she had to go powder her nose or something."
Harry stopped walking. They were just before the Great Staircase, and so others just walked around him. Neville and Ron, seeing that he wasn't with them any longer, turned back to see what the problem was.
"Shite," Harry cursed and turned and started to make his way to where he knew the first floor loos were supposed to be.
"Harry, w-what are you doing?" Neville asked as he and Ron followed along, both looking like they'd much rather be racing up the stairs with everyone else.
"Hermione doesn't know about the troll," was his simple and straightforward reply.
They didn't ask any more questions and just followed Harry as he raced through the corridors to the direction of restrooms. Thankfully, Harry was also keeping an eye out for the troll, because otherwise he might have missed the sharp, hurried steps of a rushing Professor Snape, who they narrowly managed to avoid by ducking into a shadowed alcove as he raced by them.
"Wonder where he's off to in such a hurry?" Ron mumbled.
"Not important right now," Harry snapped at him. "We have to find Hermione. Where the bloody hell is the girls bathroom on this floor anyway?"
Instead of an answer, the only thing that responded was a god-awful stench filling the hallway that soon had all three Gryffindors clutching their noses in efforts to deter the smell. They suffered for about ten seconds before Neville broke the pain-filled silence with a question, "By Merlin's Beard! What the bloody hell is that?"
It would seem that fate would rather answer Neville's questions than Harry's that night, as they turned a corner and saw an nine-foot dark-gray Mountain Troll standing with its back to them, shuffling down the hallway. It turned this way and that, until finally it found a doorway big enough for it and entered without even looking back at the terrified and horrified boys. When it was gone from the hallway, while not by much, the stench lessened a bit.
"Makes you wonder why people run from trolls," Ron joked nervously, "Because of the troll, or because of the stench."
"If it was told by anyone else, Ron, that might have actually been—" Harry's retort was cut off by a girl's scream, coming from the room the troll had just entered. "Hermione!" he screamed and all three ran towards the girls bathroom.
The three of them burst into the bathroom just in time to see the nine foot tall gray monster swing it's tree-root club down onto the stalls, smashing them all to pieces. A heartbeat later, Harry saw Hermione crawl out from the wreckage and try to hide under the sinks. Unfortunately, the troll saw her too.
Before it could raise it's weapon to attack once more, Harry, not thinking in the slightest, ran forward and grabbed the club before it could be swung. Neville was right behind him, though he looked scared out of his wits. Ron was petrified where he stood, in fact it was hard to tell if he was even breathing he was so still.
Unfortunately, as well-intentioned as the boys rash actions were, they did little good, as the troll lifted Harry with the club, not even noticing the extra weight until he saw the young human wizard hanging onto the end of his club and recognized that he wasn't supposed to be there. Neville ran smack dab into the back of the thing's knees and halfway knocked himself out from the impact. He just lay there, seeing stars and unable to move or do anything else.
"Harry?!" Hermione screamed.
"Hi-woah! Uh, Hi-Iiiiee, Hermyyyy-ownneee-EEE-eeeee!" Harry screamed back as the troll threw it's club back and forth, trying to get the wizard off of it. Finally, it lost all patience and raised the club up high in preparation to slam it, and the wizard attached to it, to the ground as hard as it could.
Harry, seeing it's intentions, dropped from the club onto the back of the monster's neck, while screaming, "RON! DON'T JUST STAND THERE! DO SOMETHING!!"
"Uh, right, do something," the red haired wizard mumbled, then glanced over at Hermione, and something sparked in the extremely slow brain of his. He brandished his wand, and intoned perfectly with the exactly proper movements, "Windgardium Leviosa!"
Below the troll, Neville finally came to and recognized the situation at once. He heard Harry scream at Ron, and rather than scramble back or try to run away, he pulled out his own wand, pointed it at the club and screamed the first spell that came to mind, at the exact same moment Ron cast his. "Windgardium Leviosa!"
The troll slammed it's club down as fast and as hard as it could, only to realize several seconds after the fact that said club was no longer in it's hands. At the same time it realized that much, it also realized that the human wizard was not longer on its club, but on it's back. It reached back with one of it's meaty paws, stretching it's back and taking a step to reach around to the back of it's neck in effort to reach the annoyance.
Harry, knowing that he had to limit the trolls movements as much as possible, considered using his wand, but then realized he had a much more potent means of accomplishing the same goal. Besides, his wand was still in his pocket and he didn't want to risk his precarious hold to grab it when he didn't even have a spell to use against this monster. So instead, he adjusted his hold so that his hands were on either side of it's head and face, ugly as it was, and then intoned to himself and out loud, "Brainwash."
The troll's mind was oddly surprising and disappointing at the same time. Trolls, as a species, oddly enough, have the same potential for sentience and intelligence as humans. It's there, it's just not used. At all. And the disappointing part was that it wasn't from any kind of curse, or spell cast by ancient wizards to weed out competition and making an enemy weaker. It wasn't even from laziness or other psychological issues. In the case of this one troll, he just made the simple choice not to think. And apparently every troll this one had ever met made the same choice.
Harry decided to change that.
A burst of power, a simple suggestion, and a complete rewrite of the way the troll's brain interacted with its conscious and sub-conscious thought processes, and Harry had himself a completely loyal, and even better, adaptable and eager to learn disciple that would do absolutely anything for him, no matter what.
Meanwhile, Neville and Ron's actions were having their own consequences. Whether through their unique positions, or sheer dumb luck, the club that both of them had successfully cast the same spell on, was still floating in the air. The interesting thing though, was that it was trying to float in two different directions at the same time, and this had the unfortunate side-effect of causing it to spin, rapidly, in mid-air. Harry only noticed this after he was finished rewriting the troll's brain, and seeing a spinning troll club less than a few feet from his own head had him jumping off the trolls back in a heartbeat.
"Guys!" Harry called once he was clear, "Get out of there!"
Neville immediately rolled clear, and at the same moment, Ron released his spell, which unfortunately had the effect of sending the spinning club right at the back of the troll's head, where it slammed, repeatedly, against the thick (but small) skull no less than 10 times before shattering itself to pieces. Still, amazingly, the troll actually hit the floor before all the shards of its club did.
"Wh-wh-what happened?" Hermione stuttered, coming out from below the sinks to latch onto Harry like a life-line. He immediately began using his Trance Touch on her to get her to calm down. It didn't seem to have much of an effect.
Of course it could also be from the fact that they were now looking at a great big dead mountain troll.
So much for his first disciple, he sighed to himself.
"What on earth is going on in here?!" Professor McGonagall screamed from the entrance to the girls bathroom.
To Be Continued...
AN: OK, this is officially the LAST of the canon scenes, I promise! After this, completely and totally original storyline. Which is why I am asking for, yet again, some fan-suggestions for various Post-Hypnotic Suggestions, including the trigger, the action and the characters involved. I'll say this now, since I did get some comments about it in numerous reviews, Harry does learn how to perform self-hypnosis on himself, but not until Third Year. Also, they're 11 and 12 years old at the most, so keep the sexual suggestions to a minimum. Not saying don't offer them at all, just don't expect them to be used any time soon. Right now I'm looking for 'Funny-Slapstick-Comedy' type suggestions. Also, any other comments or plot suggestions would be greatly appreciated, just expect a full discussion when you do.