It was only six in the morning, but life and preparation was lively in the Gringotts Underground. Goblins were getting ready for the reading of the Potter will, and that generated a lot of attention, as the Potter Accounts were one of the most Senior accounts in the Bank. The riches and artifacts hidden in every nook and cranny in the most secure vaults for the Potters were somewhat legendary.
Senior Account Manager Griphook, who was the Head of the Potter Accounts, was often sought after with gifts and bribes to spill some Potter secrets to the curious interlopers, but he would never betray the honour of his client, not to mention his own code of conduct. He may despise wizards, but it went against his honour as a goblin to be anything, but just in his endeavours.
Goblin honour dictated to always seek profit and stick to goblin customs, utilizing their very crafty and sneaky nature, but in a way that was honourable. A goblin who betrayed the very customs they lived by found himself deep underground, being breakfast, lunch, or dinner to the their beloved Dragons that they were breeding.
Griphook walked down a path towards his early pre-Will reading discussion appointment with The Director. They both agreed that the Headmaster would attempt to manipulate his way into getting information, and that just would not be tolerated.
He passed Director Ragnok's guards, and they slapped their chests in goblin greeting, before letting their superior know about his arrival. Griphook nodded to them in his own greeting, as his hands were full of Potter documents and the will itself.
"Good morning, Griphook!" The Director greeted him, as the golden gate opened, and he motioned for him to join him in his office.
"Likewise, Director." He said politely and bowed respectfully, following him inside the spacious room.
Ragnok walked to his chair and sat down, looking like he spent the night wide awake. He glanced towards the simple bassinet he transfigured, watching over the peacefully sleeping baby. He sighed and thought about how difficult it was to get Jade, his mate, who was named after some of their most precious stones, to part with young Harry Potter, even though he was not a goblin.
He broke out of his reverie and looked back at Griphook, motioning for him to sit down. He nodded, and sat down on the comfortable dragonhide armchair, opposite The Director, placing his stack of files on his desk.
"Is everything in order for today?" Ragnok asked, placing his arms on the wooden surface and touching his fingers together, looking into the other goblin's dark eyes, who nodded.
"Yes, Director. I have assimilated all Potter holdings, and broke them down to sections and lists, organized by which vault they are placed at, noting if they are located outside the premises of Gringotts." He explained, and slided some papers and scrolls towards him. "I have also opened new vaults and filled them with the contents pre-determined by Lord and Lady Potter for those that they wished to leave valuables to and did not already own a vault. For the named, who do already own vaults, I haven't done anything for, until we can verify everything is legit." He explained.
"Good." Director Ragnok grunted and skimmed the files carefully, double-checking the Account Head's work, but everything seemed to be in tall order. He was satisfied with Griphook, he took his job seriously, as he should, and it showed. "Everything is in top order." He said, some satisfaction carrying through his tone.
"Thank you, sir." The short goblin said and smiled an invisible smile. He was pleased at the compliment, and he took pride in his accomplishments.
"Now, what about the precautionary safety measures we have discussed?"
"The room we are going to host the reading in is heavily warded by both our best Curse-Breakers and our Ward Specialists. The first layer is a simple ward that will let us know if there is anyone under the effects of Polyjuice Potion, if our Guards for some reason haven't caught the intruder already. The second layer is actually a highly complex layer that had taken three of our warders to simultaneously erect. It will let us know if anyone present is currently either Confounded, under the effects of Mind-, and Will-altering Potions, or under the Imperius Curse. Then we come to the truly brilliant layer, that will show us the individuals who are under some sort of Oath, or Unbreakable Vow. This is a very intricate layer, and it took Master Goldmind's vast knowledge to make it work." He dutifully explained.
"Good." Ragnok nodded, pleased with the security wards. "Have you sent word to the select warriors I have chosen to stand with us throughout the reading for the safety of our own?" He inquired.
It was important that The Director of the Bank was guarded, and Ragnok wanted to make sure Griphook was protected as well, as from his observations, he was a very effective worker, and he may just get a raise out of it sometime in the future. He would have him added to his list he added goblins on to watch out for, either because of the accomplished way they carried themselves, or because he expected trouble from them.
"Yes, Director. Eban and Eanraig have both expressed an interest to guard young Mr. Potter in the special secret room connected to the private reading location, in the case you require other warriors to guard your person." Griphook said carefully.
Ragnok tapped his chin lightly and nodded. "Eban and Eanraig are my most trusted warriors, and I certainly would like to see young Mr. Potter well protected. Please send word to Cobalt and Axeheart to be on guarding duty. You may let them know that they will be protecting me." He expressed, and what was unsaid was that this protection extended to Griphook as well, and for that he was grateful.
He nodded curtly. "It will be done, Director. Is there anything else on the agenda?"
"We will have to be on high alert. I have no illusions about the Headmaster's manipulations. I would bet my vault that he coaxed some of his Order members into being his eyes and ears on this occasion, and for that reason I hope our wards are effective." He mused. "If there is any sign of our wards being breached, we will handle those guests first, so they are not privy to more information than necessary. I will have a Healer incognito on standby, and another connected private room to treat any witches or wizards of the Mind-, and Will-altering taint."
"How about the individuals that might be under an Oath or a Vow?" Griphook wondered.
"Those cases are more serious, and will need even more subtle attention. I will have a goblin, skilled in the Mind Arts on standby to ascertain how deep the promises go, and what they involve. We might just be dealing with a twenty-four hour oath, or something similar that he could get away with without too much trouble."
"Albus Dumbledore is a snake in the lion's den." Griphook snorted. "I am really incensed by his bravado that he can get away with anything without consequences." He snarled, his slanted eyes narrowing.
"Take it easy, Griphook." Director Ragnok soothed his Senior Account Manager. "The sneaky old fox will get his comeuppance. It might not happen today, or tomorrow, or even in the next ten years, but he will met his match, I assure you of that." He promised, sketching out a path in his mind, that would lead to the political and financial destruction of the elderly wizard. He would need young Mr. Potter to be on his side for this accomplishment, but he already planned on being a part of his life and teaching him goblin traditions, so it would not be too difficult, especially because he was going to be placed under the care of a wizard, that had roots in their Nation.
"Yes, Director." Griphook bowed, secretly pleased at seeing their Nation's Director's cogs turn in his head. He knew that Ragnok was their Director for a reason. He was an extremely clever goblin, with strategy skills envied by the goblins all around the world. It was not a secret, nor an accident that the British branch of Gringotts was the most successful goblin Bank.
"You did good today, Griphook." The tall goblin eventually said. "Attend to the rest of our preparations, and we will meet in the reading room by eight sharp. Dismissed." He waved his hand in permission for leave, and turned his head back to the scrolls.
"Thank you, Director." He bowed, and left his office to see to the rest of his duties, namely to alert the warriors for their assignments.
As he passed the golden gates, he came face to face with Eban and Eanraig, and let them know of their positions during the reading of the Potter will, then pushed towards to attend to the rest of his duties.
Albus Dumbledore rubbed his hands together, while his eyes twinkled with a mad gleam. He was sitting in his office, staring into his fireplace, thinking about what would happen in a few hours. He could not sleep a blink, he was so excited to lay his hands on some information he could use to his advantage.
The Headmaster was certain that with Remus and Miss McKinnon under his thumb, the goblins would not be able to circumvent his plans.
He glanced over at his pet perching on his golden pole, his icy blue eyes gazing into his soul. "Well, Fawkes, my friend, this is a glorious day indeed." He said merrily and the bird shook his head and glanced outside, displeased with the behaviour of his human.
He was yearning for something good, something better that he could not get in his bond with Albus, but he was stuck. He was stuck by a bond that only the purest heart would be able to dispel. He bobbed his head to the side, and burrowed in his feathers longingly. He prayed there would come a day where he could soar the skies without abandon. He could not go outside much, as Albus disliked it immensely, so he could only sneak out at night, when his wizard was sleeping to wander the skies above the Forgotten Forests.
Dumbledore frowned at the attitude of the red and gold feathered bird, but then shrugged and guided his attention towards his thoughts about the reading of the will. He hoped he would get word about the location of young Harry, so he could place him with his blood relatives, activating the blood ward that he placed over their residence.
Only time would tell.
Fiona Flitwick was as skittish as a newborn kitten. She was fiddling with the hem of her blanket, that was haphazardly draped over her petite body. She sat up, shaking her long brunette curls out of her face, and yawned.
"Lissy!" She called out in a soft voice.
"Missy Fina called?" The small house-elf asked, looking eagerly up at her Mistress.
"Yes, Lissy. Please see to it that my Father and Auntie Minnie have a good breakfast. This is going to be a trying day for them, and I'd like them ready for it." She said with a small smile.
Her Aunt Minerva had stayed the night in Flitwick Cottage, which was next to the seashore. The Professors decided not to go back to Hogwarts after their meeting, and spent some much needed family time together, and discussed going to Gringotts together as well.
"Yes, Missy Fina." Lissy bobbed her head. "Would Missy like her usual foods?" She asked.
Fiona nodded, and the elf popped away to do her duties in the kitchen. She stood up, walked into her small personal bathroom, and after shrugging her clothes off, she stepped into her shower, turned the water on, and let the small droplets of water fall on her skin.
She closed her eyes and relaxed, letting herself get lost in the warmth. She did not know how long she had stood there enjoying the water. She only shook herself out of her trance, when Lissy popped in to let her know that breakfast was served in the dining room. She nodded, and washed herself, stepping out of the shower and cleaning her fog coated mirror with her hand to look at her reflection.
Fiona's eyes widened at the sight. Her eyes were paler than usual, and there were dark circles under them. Her eyelashes were still wet, and her skin was a rather unhealthy colour, because of the stress and grief she was experiencing. She took a deep breath, and dried her hair with a flick of her wrist, as she was well-versed in wandless magic, when it came to the most simple spells and charms.
She walked back into her room and donned her formal clothes, which consisted of midnight blue robes with a black cloak, the Flitwick family crest adorning the spot just above her chest. Her clothing was discreet, yet elegant, worthy to represent their family line.
Fiona walked over to her vanity table, and sat down, reaching for the small wooden chest situated under her mirror. As she opened it, her eyes caressed her small collection of jewelery and hair accessories, and chose a small goblin-crafted silver hair-comb, with the Flitwick family filigree design adorning the smooth surface, and gracefully pinned it in her hair, parting it sideways, for her hair to tastefully fall across her left shoulder in a silky curtain of curls.
Once she was done getting herself ready for the day, she made her way towards the dining room, where she greeted her Father and Aunt, - who were similarly dressed -, fondly.
"Good morning, Father." She smiled, and kissed the top of his head, which was not difficult to do so, since she was a bit taller than him. "It's nice to see you too, Aunt Minnie." She graced the elder witch with a hug, and sat at the table.
"Likewise, dear daughter." Flitwick smiled, and reached for a piece of bacon. "Thank you for asking Lissy to take care of us." He chuckled, knowing how fond the little elf was of her Fia, even if technically he was the Master of the House.
She smiled warmly, and poured herself some pumpkin juice.
"Did you sleep well, love?" Minerva asked the younger witch, reaching out to flick a stray loose hair off the shoulder of her robe. "Honestly, you should take better care of your formal attire." She said sternly, with a playful light in her eyes.
"Yes, Aunt Minnie." She grinned at the half-hearted reprimand, that was supposed to lighten the mood. "Not well, no. How about you? Did you have a good night?" She asked.
They shook their heads in tandem in the negative, and she sighed. They ate in silence, with only the sounds of clinking goblets and tinkling eating utensils audible.
Once they were finished, they made their way towards the apparation point in the back garden, and apparated to Gringotts, where they were checked out by the goblin guards and escorted towards a private room, that was bursting with life.
Soon after they arrived, the room was locked down, and an imposing goblin took the stand.
"Good morning! I am Director Ragnok, and the goblin standing by my side is Griphook, the Head of the Potter Accounts. We are gathered here today to read the last will of James and Lily Potter, as instructed to us." His voice was raspy, and it radiated power.
The gathered company looked solemn, and there wasn't a dry eye in the room, except for the goblins, of course. They all waited to learn about the last wishes of the couple they loved so dearly.
The Director looked towards Griphook, who nodded and discreetly lifted two of his fingers to signal the number of guests that were either under the effects of Mind-, and Will-altering Potions, a Vow, or an Oath. He nodded, closed his eyes briefly, and focused his magic upon the wards, gently seeking assistance in showing him the witches or wizards, whose integrity was questionable.
He felt the magic's presence warm inside him for a second, as if agreeing to his silent plea, and then he opened his eyes, looking around the room and noting that one of the witches had a sickly green glow in her aura, and one of the males had both an earthly brown faint, a binding blue glow around him, which let him know that he was a werewolf under a temporary oath.
He grunted in his head, displeased at Dumbledore's audacity to cause trouble, but pleased for his own foresight to erect the wards. His Warders will get a special feast tonight, that was for certain.
"Well, let us begin." He said smoothly. "Once I read the section that relates to your person, you shall be escorted by a goblin teller, who will see to your new fortune, objects, or the deeds of your new property." He explained, and a soft murmur bristled through the gathering crowd.
"Griphook, if you would." He said, and the goblin handed over a large scroll into his hands and respectfully stepped back.
"I, James Charlus Potter, and I, Lilien Eleanor Potter, being of sound memory and mind, and not acting under duress or undue influence, fully understanding the nature and extent of all our property and of this disposition thereof, do hereby make, publish, and declare this document to be our Last Will and Testament, and do hereby revoke any and all other wills and codicils heretofore made by us." He read out loud, and looked up at his able audience, who seemed solemn in their grief.
"First things first. We direct that the expenses of our funeral, and burial, be paid as soon after our death as may be reasonably convenient, and we hereby authorize our personal representative and solicitor Ted Tonks, hereinafter appointed, to settle and discharge, in his absolute discretion, any claims made against our estate."
The eyes of Andromeda became misty with tears as she glanced over to her husband, whose face was set with determination. He was aware of his duties, as the solicitor of the Potters, and nodded briefly to The Director, in recognition of his duties.
"We further direct that our personal representative shall pay out of our estate any and all estate and inheritance taxes payable by reason of our death in respect of all items included. We ask the Head of our Accounts to set aside a vault with enough galleons from our estate to pay these fees, and we ask the key be located with Ted Tonks." He read further along, and Griphook stepped forward with a Gringotts vault key, handing it to the muggle-born.
Ted accepted the key with a curt nod, and sat back beside his wife, reaching out to hold her hand. He knew that he had to stay the entire length of the reading, as he had an official capacity to uphold.
"Secondly, the entirety of the property owned by us at our death, real and personal, and wherever we situate, we devise and bequeath to the following individuals, as divided by our pre-determined design."
"To Marlene McKinnon," Ragnok read, and looked at the witch, who was fiddling with her fingers, and smiled a strange smile. "we leave ten thousend galleons to establish the foundation of the business she always dreamed about owning. You have been a faithful friend, we wish you great happiness!" He read, and motioned for Griphook to step forward.
Griphook grabbed an official document, and motioned for Miss McKinnon to follow the goblin he pointed towards to a private room. Unbeknownst to her and every human in the room, the goblin was Healer Zaire incognito, ready to look the witch over, and then guide her to settle her inheritance.
"Very good." Director Ragnok nodded. "Continuing on, to Remus Lupin, one of our most treasured friends, we leave one hundred and fifty thousend galleons, and our cottage in Ayr, Scotland. Teach our Harry to be the voice of reason, and please be there to calm down Sirius, when he undoubtedly gets in to way too much trouble. May you find the strength you seek, our friend. We love you and we will always accept you. May you find that special witch, who shall make your heart grow wings! " He read, and looked at the werewolf, who was struggling with flushing with the most interesting red hues.
The Director chuckled inwardly, and motioned for the overwhelmed and slightly embarrassed wizard to follow another nondescript goblin out to the same private room, Miss McKinnon left to.
"To Alice and Frank Longbottom, our dear friends, we leave our family home located in Galway, near the beautiful Irish Galway Bay, and twenty-five thousend galleons to add to the Trust of our godson, Neville. May you live long and happy lives together, and see your son grow up into a wonderful young man." Ragnok's voice murmured as softly, as it was possible for an imposing goblin, as he was aware of the state the Longbottom couple was in.
He looked towards the formidable Longbottom matriarch, Augusta Longbottom, as she dabbed at her eyes with a silk handkerchief. She rose from her seat, bowed to the Director, and followed another goblin teller out the door, after accepting some scrolls from Griphook.
"To our most unique friend, Miss Selene Lovegood, we leave a box of rare Potion Ingredients, and a copy of the Potter Family's Potion Grimoire that will serve our wonderful Potion Mistress, beautifully. The original of the book shall stay with our son. We also grant Selene access to our Herb Farm up in the Welsh mountains to make use of it, and maintain it to her heart's content. You are a wonderful person, Lene, and we just know that your daughter is going to be twice blessed." Ragnok read and Selene sniffled, stepping forward to accept a beautifully crafted chest, and an ancient looking tome.
"The chest is bigger on the inside, and each ingredient is contained within unbreakable glass." Griphook explained, as he motioned for her to follow another teller, who had a scroll in his hands, which contained the permit for the use of the Potter Farm.
"To Dorcas Meadows, we leave ten thousend galleons to help her future endeavours. Thank you for the friendship, Dory." He read and the blonde witch had a sad smile on her face. She politely bowed towards The Director, and followed her teller towards the Main Hall to conduct their business.
"To Emmeline Vance, we leave ten thousend galleons to do with it what she pleases. Thank you for the memories, Ems." He read out in his raspy voice, and she followed after another goblin, stiffly, not even looking at anyone.
"To Andromeda and Ted Tonks, we leave our vacation home in Blackpool, in England, situated by the sea. Please enjoy your life, and don't be a stranger to our Harry!" Ragnok read, and Griphook held out a scroll with the deed to the cottage, and let them sit themselves back to their seats, as they were permitted, and required through Ted, to stay through the entirety of the reading.
"To Amelia Bones, we leave ten thousend galleons to aid her personal dreams. We know you are a professional, Amy, but please don't let that stop you from living your life and shooting for the stars. Marry our Sirius and be an important part in Harry's life. Make sure Susan and Harry grow up as brother and sister, and not lonely children who yearn for company." He read, and looked at the shocked, gobsmacked face of the Head of the Auror force.
"Madame Bones, you might want to stay through the entirety of the reading, as you may discover some official information you seek." He said mysteriously, and the witch blinked and nodded, accepting her scroll from Griphook. Her curiosity was radiating off of her in waves, but she was not anything, if she was not professional, so she schooled her features into propriety, and exercised patience.
"The inheritance to Peter Pettigrew has conditions. In the case we die of natural causes, we leave Peter one hundred thousend galleons to make his life easier. In the case that we become victims of Death Eathers, let it be known that Peter Pettigrew was the Keeper of our location's Secret, and henceforth be withdrawn from the eligibility of his inheritance. " The Director's voice vibrated through the private room, and yells of surprise and shock were audible in the still sizable audience of the reading.
"What?!" Amelia Bones yelled, jumping up from her seat. Even though she was certain of the innocence of her fiancé, she was still shaken by the betrayal. "Director Ragnok, may I request a copy of this will to be introduced as evidence in the case of Sirius Black and the murder of Peter Pettigrew, and the twelve dead muggles?" She asked respectfully.
The goblin nodded. "Permission granted, but I ask that the rest of the content of the will, such as the guardianship of Mr. Harry Potter be protected under a Secrecy Oath. We have reason to believe, that there are individuals out there who wish to control, or harm him." He said, and Amelia's eyebrows disappeared into her hairline.
"Understood, Director." She eventually said, and tapped her chin in thought. "May I request your audience to further discuss the implications of your request? I know that the Ministry and the Goblin Nation had difficulties of communication in the past, and I would like to start working on opening more reliable channels between us." She offered, and to her surprise her suggestion was welcomed.
"That's a good idea, Madame Bones. I will owl you at a time of convenience to set up an appointment." He said and motioned for her to be seated once more.
"Well, now that we wrapped that up. I shall continue on reading the will." He cleared his throat. "To Petunia Dursley, we leave the equivalent of ten thousend pounds. We may have had our differences, but you were my sister, and James' sister-in-law, so we would like you looked after. Our only stipulation is that the money is placed at an account only Petunia has access to." He read out loud, and was met with blank looks.
"I see that Mrs. Dursley neglected to show up to this meeting, so we will open correspondence by owl." He said and would have read further, if not for a subtle cough.
"Director, Ragnok, if I may?" Filius Flitwick asked, and received a nod. "I was aware of Lily's home life, and she and her sister were estranged, on the count of the disapproval of magic on her sister's side." He explained, and there were gasps among the witches and wizards present. "I would like to respectfully ask that you contact them through a muggle method instead, to respect the wishes of the Potters."
Ragnok raised an eyebrow in contemplation. "If it would be up to me, then her inheritance would be held back on account of the disrespect she held for the late Lady Potter, however, I must honour the last testament of the Potters, so I will do as you suggest, Master Flitwick."
"Thank you." Filius bowed, and dropped his hands into his lap, relaxing his tense shoulders.
He nodded and continued. "To Minerva McGonagall, our wonderful mentor and friend, we leave one hundred thousend galleons, and copies of the Potter Family's Transfiguration Grimoires, furthermore we leave her a gift certificate of ten thousend galleons to Mythos Tomes, an owl order establishment, where they are able to look up any ancient text or tomes one can possibly desire. Thank you for being there for me and teaching me, my Mistress, it was a pleasure to be your Apprentice. And I know Lily couldn't have asked for a more caring second mother. We love you, and we would like you to be an honourary Aunt or Grandmother to our Harry, whichever you prefer."
When The Director looked up, there were clear tears in the corners of the Transfiguration Professor's eyes, and there were wide eyes staring at her, because of the information that was slipped. He could only guess that James Potter apprenticing under her was a well-guarded secret.
"Thank you." She whispered quietly, as Griphook held out her inheritance, and she accepted the scrolls and tomes with a shaky hand, placing them into her lap. Filius snaked an arm around her shoulders and she smiled a watery smile at him.
Ragnok smiled subtly, and guided his eyes back to the will, which was nearing it's end. "To Sirius Black, one of our best friends, and Harry's Godfather, we leave one hundred thousend galleons and our property near Lake Trasimeno, in Italy. May you enjoy many summers in your new vacation home. Please take care of our Harry, and be there for him, show him everything that we cannot anymore. Make an honest woman out of Amy, and love our Harry." He read out loud, and heard a soft sigh. He looked up and saw Madame Bones on the verge of her emotions, holding in what she was feeling. Amelia Bones was a true professional after all.
"To Fiona Flitwick, my honourary sister, and James' honourary sister-in-law, we leave one hundred thousend galleons, one of our property in the heart of Paris, and copies of our research into curing Lycantrophy. You were always my research partner, please continue our legacy, dear sister, and help Harry grow into a respectable young man. As his Godmother, may you be the gentle motherly influence that he needs. May you be his rock, and guide him when his heart is yearning for his other half. May you find bliss and happiness in your life. We love you so very much!"
The Director looked at the youngest Flitwick, who was displaying a cascade of emotions, as she was clutching onto her father' robes, her eyes and face soaked with her tears, her petite body trembling. He glanced at Griphook, and motioned for him to place the documents of her inheritance next to her, so she could seek the comfort she needed from Master Flitwick.
"Thank you." She whispered, acknowledging their kindness.
Ragnok nodded politely, and glanced at Filius briefly, then turned his attention back at the document. "To Filius Flitwick, our brilliant mentor, and friend, we leave one hundred thousend galleons, and copies of the Potter Family's Charms Tome collection, furthermore, we leave him a gift certificate of ten thousend galleons, also to Mythos Tomes to enjoy. Thank you for practically adopting me into your family, my Master, it was a pleasure to be your Apprentice. I know James couldn't have asked for a better mentor in how to duel either. We love you, and we have a very important task to ask of you." Ragnok read out, and looked in his direction.
"We would like you to accept guardianship of our son, Harry Potter." He read quietly, and the statement was greeted with complete silence.
A/N: Finally, we reach this point. I feel like I have been sitting on this, ever since I started writing this story. I am sorry for not updating sooner, I was struggling with wording the will as officially as I was able, I hope I did it justice.
I wrote most of this today, and if you see any uncertain wording or messy sentences, it's because I bumped my head rather harshly to the wall two days ago, and it has been throbbing since. My mother thinks I have a case of mild concussion, and I certainly noticed several errors when I read it over just now to correct mistakes, so please excuse them.
I would also like to take my time and answer to a Guest, who just a few hours ago left a comment on Chapter 5, criticizing the length of both the chapter and my Author's Notes:
I believe you should learn to spell words correctly and study sentence structure, before you go ahead and lay judgment on me and mine, Your Rudeness. Perhaps then you could insult me in your colourful language in style, instead of looking like a fool. Rest assured, I am not a least bit bothered by you threatening me to abandon my story, please do so. I write for my own enjoyment, it is just a welcomed blessing that my readers enjoy what I write as well.
With that wrapped up in a neat bow, I would like to thank everyone for the follows, favourites and reviews. :)
