Harry Potter and the Physical Adept

Chapter 27: Götterdämmerung

It wasn't the real basilisk's head—Liv had manufactured a passable facsimile by duplicating the original corpse with her version of the Hermetic mage's polymorph any object spell, then used a sword she had taken from a suit of armor in one of the castle's many corridors and refined to a monoedge to decapitate it—that he pinned to the wall outside the Great Hall with a different sword during normal dinner hour, but the spray paint was real enough, and he tagged the wall just under the head in big, bold, stylized letters, all while under the effects of improved invisibility, both the Dungeons & Dragons and the Shadowrun varieties.

CHAMBER'S CLOSED, YOU LAZY MUPPETS.

He didn't hang around for the response, but from what Liv and Dia related later that night, he gathered the reactions had been spectacular; the professors were in an uproar at the sight of the faux basilisk head, the students were in an uproar at being called 'lazy muppets', and practically everybody was in an uproar about the Chamber of Secrets being real and home to a the King of Serpents, which was now apparently dead.

It was briefly suggested (rightfully) that Harry was the culprit because he wasn't present, but then the suggestion was laughed out of the Great Hall when somebody else pointed out that the Boy-Who-Lived couldn't use magic at all and the Invisibility Cloak was in the possession of a fifth year Hufflepuff who hadn't returned it after a prank on Gryffindor.

Dumbledore had demanded that whoever had slain the Beast of Slytherin surrender the rest of the carcass, as, being a creation of one of Hogwarts' founders, it was the property of the school; the shadowrunner, however, had no intention of complying. After all, he and his team were the ones who had put in the work and taken all of the risk, so there was no way he would hand over the rewards of the run to one of the people conspiring against him.

Still, Liv nonetheless dropped off the remainder of the simulacrum in the Great Hall the following morning well before sunrise, but being a well-made forgery and not the real thing, it was essentially worthless, yet still enough to force the bearded headmaster's hand and silence him on the matter.

Almost immediately, the Hermetic mage noticed the number of Ribbons worn in the halls of Hogwarts begin to dwindle, going from commonplace to merely an oddity within just a few days, almost like the students collectively felt safe from harm and felt no need to take preventive measures to protect themselves.

In a sense, the headmaster had been right, but then again, even a broken clock is right twice a day.

Unless it's a digital clock, in which case, it's just busted.

~ooOoo~

The rest of the term was uneventful, though that could really have described anything after the incident in the Chamber of Secrets. The shadowrunner kept busy in the weeks leading up to the end-of-term exams with independent study, physical training, combat drills, cooking, cleaning, research and development, and revising for the exams.

By the time the results of the exams were posted during the second week of June, Harry was glad the trunk he purchased for storing the basilisk carcass had been enchanted to preserve whatever was kept in it indefinitely, a dweomer he had paid extra for; while he certainly could try to dismantle the Beast of Slytherin himself, he wasn't sure how much of it he would end up wasting with his unskilled work, and thus decided to wait until after the school year had ended to find an expert for the job.

As expected, the Hermetic mage once again received Poors in Charms and Transfiguration, but his mark in Flying had risen to a Poor as well. Unfortunately, his time spent on his other ventures had taken a toll on the rest of his coursework, all which fell to Exceed Expectations from the previous year's Outstandings.

Liv, despite her genius, earned nothing but Acceptables in everything except Flying, a result of her refusal to even touch a homework assignment, which she called "busywork", and the way she frequently ignored instructions; in her own words, she was being punished with her refusal to comply with the unnecessary, the pointless and the useless, all of which she oft attributed to the school's teaching staff. In Flying, the dragon received an Outstanding, to nobody's surprise.

Luna, on the other hand, worked hard and did all of her homework, even investing time in revising with Hermione, bringing Susan along to make sure she wasn't falling behind in her schoolwork, and earned Exceeds Expectations across the board.

Susan Bones, despite what had happened on Valentine's Day, rebounded following a few months where her schoolwork suffered, managing Acceptable marks in each of her classes, though her professors—save for Sprout—made no secret how they thought she could and should be doing better, their ignorance of the incident obvious.

~ooOoo~

With the end-of-term marks in the books, there were no more lessons, leaving the students at Hogwarts with just over a week to themselves before the Hogwarts Express was scheduled to take them home. Still, for certain students, there were still academic matters that concerned them, and it was about this that Hermione had sought Harry for advice.

"Do you remember during the Easter holidays, when we decided on our additional classes for next year?" the Ravenclaw asked the Hufflepuff.

Once again, the two were in an abandoned classroom, as was customary for them, and this time, the Hermetic mage was drawing diagrams and making notes as he went between several books on relative space.

"If I recall correctly, you wanted to take everything," Harry said, without looking up from his work, eyes going from books to notes to diagrams and back.

"I did," the bushy-haired girl agreed.

"What about it?"

"Professor Flitwick offered me the use of a time-turner so I could get to all of the lessons," Hermione said.

"The fuck's a 'time-turner'?" asked the Hermetic mage.

"It's an artefact used to travel back in time," the Ravenclaw explained.

"Well, that sounds like an uncommonly bad idea if I ever heard one," said the tattooed boy, shaking his head in disgust.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

"Time travel is just a terrible idea all around," said the boy. "There's a bunch of theories on how it would work, and I just don't see any of them ending well."

"Humor me?"

"Well, there's the theory that, if you go back in time, anything, and I mean anything, you do will alter the future in such a way that'll make it unrecognizable, in essense erasing the future you came from, and thereby erasing yourself from existence, since you can't go back in time from a future that no longer exists, making it just a really elaborate form of suicide.

"But I'd only be using it to get to my lessons," the Ravenclaw protested.

"Doesn't matter," said the Hermetic mage. "In the original timeline, you wouldn't have been in those lessons, so by virtue of being at those lessons, you've changed the future, which is your past, so the version of the timeline you traveled back in time from would no longer exist, meaning you'd also no longer exist."

"That's a disturbing thought, but it can't be true, since time-turners exist, so somebody must have invented them and tested them, then lived to tell about it," reasoned the Ravenclaw.

"Fair enough," Harry said, with a shrug. "How about the diverging timelines theory?"

"'Diverging timelines'?" Hermione asked.

"The theory that, every time somebody travels back in time, they're creating a separating reality from the moment they leave, so the timeline they left continues on without them, and the point in time they return to is a completely different version of the universe," explained the adept.

"So you're saying, if I use the time-turner, I could be leaving behind a world without me that'll keep going on, and it'll be like I just disappeared into thin air?" she asked, seeking confirmation.

"Yes."

"I'd be leaving my family behind?"

"Yes."

"And you?"

"If you do it, I'm coming with."

"But you said it was a terrible idea."

"And you think I'd let my best friend jump into that all by herself?"

"I'm not some damsel who needs to be rescued!"

"Oh, I'm going because I'd have things I could use the extra time for."

"What about Liv and Luna?"

"We'll bring them with."

"But wouldn't it be dangerous to show Liv this kind of magic? She'd be able to copy it at will."

"So, I ask her nicely not to, and then explain why she shouldn't. Although I don't expect that'll do much, since she'll do whatever she wants to regardless.

"Of course, this all predicates on you doing something this stupid."

"If I do it and you do it with me, what does that make you?"

"Even more stupid, but hey, I'm a Hufflepuff, and we loyal."

"That's good and all, but I still haven't decided if I'm going to do this yet."

"Well, make up your mind, then. I would advise against it, but I know you're going to choose to do what you want to regardless of what I say, so I want you to know, whatever you choose, I'll support your decision one hundred percent."

"Thanks, Harry."

"Null sweat, Danger.

"You do realize there's an easier way to do this besides time travel, though, right?"

"What are you talking about?"

"There's two of us, right?"

"Right?"

"Between the two of us, we can cover the classes, no problem; I can get a camcorder and record the lessons you're not at, and then you can watch them back later, when you have time, and take your own notes."

"But Muggle Studies, Arithmancy and Divination are all at the same time!" Hermione protested.

"So, we bring in a third," Harry said. "I'm in Arithmancy, and I think Wildfire said she's taking Muggle Studies; we can ask her to record it and see if she'll be willing to? If she isn't, I'll ask around Hufflepuff and see if anybody's willing to do it for pay."

"What if I have questions?"

"That's what office hours are for?"

"I need to think about this."

"You do that, Danger."

"Why didn't I think of this?"

"Like I keep telling you, you lack imagination; once you're presented with a solution, you don't really go looking for alternate ones."

"I need to get better at that."

"I'm sure you will."

~ooOoo~

And thus, the term ended not with a bang but a whimper. While his fellow second-year students worried whether they would be able to have their permission slips, which would allow them to visit Hogsmeade during a few times each term, signed by their parents, it was one more thing Harry did not have to worry about as an emancipated minor, as he simply had to sign the form himself and was then done with it.

Unlike the previous year, where he had to search the train to find the compartment for the trip home, all it took this year was a short conversation over the two-way radios. In the end, it was the Gryffindors who managed to locate an unoccupied berth, and once they staked their claim on it for the trip, it was only a matter of minutes before the rest of the circle of friends converged on it, piling into the compartment until the six of them had crammed into it.

"It's a little cramp in here with all of us, isn't it?" Fay remarked, as she unwrapped a large box of chocolate cupcakes she had taken out of her trunk.

Her mouth full of food, Liv raised a finger, as if asking the others to give her a few seconds; her brow furrowed for a moment, then she crossed her forearms, palms facing outwards, fingers spread wide and slightly clawed, pushing outwards in one quick gesture.

Suddenly, the inside of the compartment expanded rapidly outwards, throwing its occupants against the wall until it finally came to a stop when it reached the size of the dormitory room the dragon shared with her sister and the Hermetic mage.

"How did you do that?" Fay asked, eyes wide in awe.

Quickly, the dragon-in-girl's-form swallowed the cake she was eating. "Just copied the enchantment on all of our luggage," she said with a shrug.

"You can do that?" asked the Gryffindor girl, incredulous.

"She can do anything she damn well pleases," said the shadowrunner with a shrug as the dragon plopped down into a seat. "I don't think reality itself cares to try and stop her."

"I'll be right back," Luna suddenly announced, before bouncing out of the compartment.

"Take care of yourself," Liv called after her, her nose already buried in her Game Boy.

"Where's she going?" Hermione asked, concerned.

The Hermetic mage shrugged. "Eh…"

"Aren't you worried about her?" asked the Ravenclaw.

"She'll be fine," Harry said. "She's well-trained, and she's packing."

"Packing?"

The question went unanswered as Neville lit a spliff, and the Ravenclaw's attention turned towards him.

"You shouldn't do that," she said. "Smoking is a filthy habit."

The Gryffindor boy shrugged, offering her the marijuana cigarette. "You want a puff?"

"What? No!"

"Your loss," Neville said, shrugging again before taking a long draw from the joint and passing it to Fay.

"You really should stop," said the girl with the pastel purple hair as she took the cigarette from her fellow Gryffindor.

"You too, Fay?" Neville asked, frowning. "You're the last person I'd expect to disapprove."

"I wouldn't, if you weren't forgetting things," Fay said, concern clear in her voice.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Look at your Remembrall."

The Gryffindor did as his friend suggested, his eyes lost in the swirling red mist in the orb once he took it out of his pocket.

"You're forgetting things and just not remembering them again," Fay said gently.

"What does that matter?"

"Harry, back me up here."

"I got nothing."

"Oh, come on! You're the one who supplied this stuff in the first place!"

"Yeah, but I didn't know he'd turn into a chimney!"

"Well, then, fix it!"

"Who do I look like, Mary Poppins?"

"Who's 'Mary Poppins'?" interjected the Gryffindor boy, interrupting the argument.

"Doesn't matter," said the dragon dismissively, gently putting her hand on the pureblood boy's shoulder and getting him to turn his head towards her. "Mind if I look around in your head?"

"Knock yourself out," Neville said casually, turning away again to stare into his Remembrall.

Quickly, the dragon snapped her fingers twice, getting Gryffindor boy's attention once more; the moment their eyes met, they both froze, and it took a moment for everybody else in the compartment except the Hermetic mage, who understood what was happening immediately, to realize something was going on.

"What is she doing?" Fay asked Harry, who was watching what was happening with interest.

"This is amazing," remarked the Hermetic mage. "I mean, I guess you can't see all these pretty lights and colors, but let me tell you, she is doing some incredible magic right now."

"What is she doing?" Fay asked again.

"No idea. I've never seen anything like this before. Granted, I haven't seen much of anything so far since I've only been able to do this for a couple weeks and I've been not doing it so I don't melt my eyes out."

"What are you talking about?" the Ravenclaw asked.

"I can see magic now."

"What?!"

Before any more questions could be asked, the dragon-in-girl's-form suddenly blinked, then snapped her fingers again, and at the sound, the Gryffindor boy jerked back to life. In his hands, the red mist swirling within the Remembrall slowly fading back into white.

"What did you do?" Fay demanded.

"Relax," Liv said. "I just organized his memories so he'd be able to recall them again."

"You can do that?" Hermione asked.

"It's not that hard," the Norwegian Ridgeback said with a shrug. "I started by reading his mind, then used that memory magic you used to make what was already in there accessible to him."

"You can do that?" asked the Ravenclaw, directing her question at the dragon.

"You can do what?" the Gryffindor girl asked, her question directed at the Ravenclaw.

"Uh, what are we talking about?" Neville asked, clearly confused.

Nobody got any answers, though, as the door was thrown open forcefully and the girl with the dirty blonde hair who was Harry's adopted daughter dragged a brunette with her hair down her back in a single plait into the compartment by the hand; a girl with golden blonde hair and a face that reminded the Hermetic mage of a horse followed closely behind, looking just as confused as the Gryffindor boy. Two steps behind them was Colin Creevey.

"Hey guys, this is Suzie B and her roomie, Haitch," Luna announced.

"Hi," said the brunette haltingly, waving awkwardly. "I'm Susan Bones."

"Hannah Abbott," her blonde roommate added a little more gracefully.

The two Gryffindors and the Ravenclaw froze, as they tried to process how to proceed; meanwhile, the Hermetic mage simply nodded, and the dragon waved back with a smile.

"This… this is bigger on the inside," said the blonde second-year. "How is that possible?"

"Magic," the artistic adept said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, even as Colin was busy taking pictures of the compartment interior with his Polaroid camera.

"But that's impossible! There isn't a student with the knowledge or skill to modify the Express!"

"Oops?" said the dragon under her breath, looking sheepish.

Suddenly, Hermione's roommate appeared behind the three Hufflepuffs, leaning heavily against the doorframe as she panted heavily.

"You… just… ran… off…," Su-Jin complained, between gasps for air before slumping into the room, dropping her trunk as she fell to the floor back-first, chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath. "Why… didn't you… wait… for me?"

"I'm so sorry," said the bushy-haired Ravenclaw. "I was just excited to spend time with Harry."

"What am I, chopped liver?" asked the only Asian person in the area.

"Don't you already spend hours with him outside of classes every week?" Liv inquired, cocking her head to the side as she scrutinized Hermione with eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"That's different!" Hermione protested. "This is ten straight hours on a train! We never get to spend this much time together all at once!"

"I do think the lady doth protest too much," Fay teased.

Hermione's cheeks flushed pink, though the shadowrunner could not tell if it was in embarrassment or indignation.

"What about you and Pill?" he interjected, deciding to try to save his best friend from the line of inquiry that was clearly giving her a bit of trouble.

The bushy-haired Ravenclaw shot him a grateful look. "Yeah! What about you and Neville?"

"What about me and Fay?" asked the pudgy Gryffindor, seemingly oblivious.

"I don't think he even notices that I'm a girl," said the purple-haired girl, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

"I'm sorry, what did she say? I didn't hear," Neville asked the only other boy in the compartment.

"I wasn't paying attention," lied the Hermetic mage. "You do anything interesting recently?"

"Well, I'm trying to crossbreed some of that herb you gave me with some plants we've been studying in Herbology," said the Gryffindor boy.

"Yeah? Anything promising?"

"Well, I'm working with some shrivelfig, bubotuber, moly and alihotsy," the boy sometimes called Pilgrim said. "Last time I tried the shrivelfig hybrid, I got a really, really nice buzz."

"Ever consider selling whatever you come up with?"

"I'd like to refine them a bit more first."

"All right. You do you."

"Thanks, mate."

~ooOoo~

They had just departed the station when there was a knock on the door, bringing the conversations to an abrupt halt as the compartment's occupants exchanged looks.

Resting the heel of his palm on the Beretta holstered at his waist, the shadowrunner glanced at the dragon, who had done likewise, then nodded to his other daughter, who smiled slightly, a hand also inside her bright orange cardigan as she slid open the door, revealing a troop of redheads of various ages and genders.

"Hi," said the diminutive girl at the front of the group, peering into the chamber. "Wow, this is bigger on the inside," she said.

"Can we help you?" Hermione asked politely.

"I just, uh, wanted to thank Harry for, um, saving me in the Chamber of Secrets," said the girl with the flame-colored hair nervously.

"See? I told you my best friend Harry wouldn't let anything happen to our Ginny," boasted a familiar-looking ginger, his chest puffing with pride.

"It was you who closed the Chamber of Secrets?" Susan Bones' roommate asked at the same time in amazement.

"I mean, who else would have the gall to call the entire school 'muppets'?" Hermione asked, more commentary than question.

"I'm sorry, who the frag are you?" asked the shadowrunner, directing the question at the beaming boy.

"C'mon, Harry," said the ginger boy. "It's me, your best friend Ron!"

The physical adept turned towards the dragon, who tapped the side of her face next to her eye, then slightly tilted her head towards the new girl.

"I'm sorry, Liv, do you know this bakebrain?" he asked, as he infused Astral power into his eyes before turning back to look at the group at the door.

Each of the boys standing in the entrance to the expanded compartment had a glowing ball of light in their abdomen, each in a different shade of cinnabar; it was the girl's that was notable, as though it was certainly reddish, it seemed to be in the clutches of a clawed, palatinate hand that from which a dark haze leaked.

He didn't know what it meant, but it wasn't his problem.

"No idea who he is," the dragon said, before turning to her sister. "What about you, Lulu?"

"Nope," Luna said brightly. "Never met him before."

"Wait, I think I've seen around him before," Fay said, joining in on what she thought was a joke. "You're Ron Weasley, right?"

"Harry, you're taking the joke too far," said the boy, visibly worried. "It's not funny anymore."

Suddenly, the physical adept was out of his seat, seizing the ginger boy by the neck before anybody could react and slamming him into the window in the corridor with such force the glass cracked on impact, his fingertips digging into the bakebrain's throat as he held him off the floor, the ginger struggling weakly as he tried the prise the hand off of his windpipe.

Behind him, the remaining Weasley boys drew their wands, only for them to fly into the compartment and into the girl-in-dragon-form's hand.

"I'll be holding onto these until you've calmed down," she said, her expression dangerous.

A momentary silence hung in the air, interrupted only by Colin's camera flashing and whirling as he took a photograph of the Boy-Who-Lived holding the ginger up on the wall by the throat and the sound of said ginger choking for breath.

"I warned you before that we were through," growled the ferryman dangerously, the boy in his grasp starting to grow pale. "We aren't friends. We were never friends. I once threw you down a flight of stairs because you hurt one of my actual friends, and I thought maybe you'd learn your lesson, but apparently not, so I guess class is back in session."

"Potter," said the oldest of the red-headed boys with as much authority his shaking voice could muster. "I'm warning you…"

"What are you going to do, take points from Hufflepuff?" snarled the Boy-Who-Lived, his fingers tightening around the throat of the boy in his grasp, whose eyes started to bulge out of his skull. "We're out of school, fragface; you have no jurisdiction here."

"I can make your next year very difficult," threatened the prefect.

"You can try, but I can ruin your family's lives with just a few words to Rita Skeeter," the shadowrunner retorted, lips curling back in a vicious smile. "Who do you think set her on that cunt who suddenly went on a leave of absence after Valentine's Day?

"I can make you wish you were never even born."

The prefect paled at the sound of a real threat, swallowing audibly.

"Come on, why don't you ask this bakebrain why I threw him down some stairs last year?"

The oldest ginger swallowed, looking at his brother. "Why did Potter throw you down a flight of stairs?" he asked, almost as if he was already dreading the answer.

"I-it's nothing… I just called Granger a nightmare, and said no one could stand her and that's why she had no friends," gasped the boy shoved against the window as the grip on his throat loosened for just a moment, long enough for him to speak. "It's not my fault she heard me and ran off to have a cry!"

Suddenly, every face framed by red hair darkened, and the prefect's lips twitched upwards in contempt towards his own brother.

"Excuse me Potter, but I believe we have some family business to attend to," he said ominously. "If you'll just release young Ronald, we'll be on our way."

"He's all yours," said the ferryman as he released the boy in his grasp, who slid down the window and slumped to the ground, grasping for breath as he rubbed his throat. Turning to the little redheaded girl, he added, "I'm the one who broke your wand, so send me the bill when you get it replaced."

"Thank you, but it was my fault," the girl said back. "If I hadn't written in that diary, it wouldn't have come to that."

"I still broke your wand, and I'd like to take responsibility for that, at least."

Then, to the boys, he said, "I'm going to go. You do what you have to; I don't want to know anything about it, but if that little bakebrain ever tries that drek with me again, I will end him. Clear?"

As if to demonstrate his point, the ferryman gave the downed Gryffindor a vicious kick, forcing the air out of his diaphragm and wracking the fallen boy with a bout of wheezing gasps.

"Crystal," answered the prefect. "You'll never have trouble from him again in the future."

"Good."

The Hermetic mage had a feeling that wasn't who he'd have trouble from in the future, but that was a problem for another day.

"I'll leave your wands with the food cart lady," the dragon told the redheads. "I don't want you getting any funny ideas and trying something cute, 'cuz then I'd have to do something about it, and nobody wins when that happens."

As the redheads retreated, dragging along the prone ginger the physical adept had been previously strangling, the shadowrunner thought he saw expressions of intrigue on the faces of the twins and hoped they wouldn't become a problem, though he was fairly certain he could handle them both at the same time if it came to that.

"So, do you have plans for the summer?" Neville asked, without missing a beat.

"I'm thinking I'd like to travel overseas, maybe start in New York and work my way west," answered the Hermetic mage as he sat back down.

Author's Notes: It's not uncommon for people to resume their normal routines when they think the danger has passed; an example of this would be some of the people who are coming out of the current lockdown and immediately resuming what is now considered unsafe behaviors, like rushing to the beach or throwing a backyard barbecue. Throw in the fact that children are more likely to think themselves invincible, and it makes sense they'd quickly abandon the wearing of Ribbons.

Time travel always turns into something of a clusterfuck; the fact it exists in the Harry Potter universe makes me question what kind of time travel that world has, and I kind of wonder if there's a divergent timeline somewhere in there that Voldemort wins because Harry has gone back in time to save Buckbeak. Besides, as Harry explained, there are perfectly good mundane alternatives to giving a child a Time Turner.

If you don't tell Liv something can't be done, she'll do it; even if you told her, though, she'd probably do it if she felt like it. While she doesn't need the physical gestures to use magic, she does use it as a way to articulate how she wants the magic to behave as she's manipulating it directly. In a sense, while Hermetic magic requires its casters to use gestural components to cast a spell, Liv can cast the spell regardless, but gains better control when she uses gestures.

Ron Weasley's always been a bit of an interesting character to me; even though it may seem like he's being bashed (figuratively and literally), I see him as having ADHD and a lack of understanding on how what he says can hurt the feelings of others; his canon relationship with Harry is what I thought taught him power of words as weapons, and without it, he wouldn't understand why his actions that lead to the Halloween incident the previous year were in the wrong. In a sense, he's like a guy with Asperger Syndrome, given the way he awkwardly approached Harry aboard the train by almost immediately asking to see his scar (which would be a weird thing to ask anybody you've just met) and his apparent disregard for other people's feelings, which makes him appear insensitive. He's not a bad guy... he's just different, and different at a time when developmental disorders weren't well-understood. In a way, it's his friendship with Harry that helps him better adjust to the world around him, and with the clean break between the two form the previous year's Christmas incident, it's very reasonable for him to not have talked about it to anybody or be taught why he was wrong. I honestly think there's an interesting story in there, Asperger's Ron and Harry trying socialize him properly so that he turns into an adult who can function normally in society, but this story isn't that. Actually, Asperger's Ron with Approval-Seeking Harry and Pathological Learner Hermione could be an interesting story, especially if you add in Inferiority & Superiority Complex Draco and Persecutory delusion Neville.

One more chapter to go before Physical Adept and Year 2 of Harry Potter and the RPG Influence will be in the figurative books.

Once again, many, many thanks to my long-suffering editor, Romantically Distant, for all their efforts in reading and proofing my writing. And now you've read this chapter, feel free to leave a review or just PM me, and, with the WARS pandemic still on-going, stay safe, even as lockdowns are lifted and you resume your lives.