A/N: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! I loved them! ^_^ I was thinking that I should write the usual thank you-list, but that wouldn't be too interesting for you, so...But one thing to Kewl Jewel: I know Lily probably was in the Gryffindor House, but I wanted her in Ravenclaw. But, if she was the bravest of them all (which she were), shouldn't she be in Hufflepuff? Or maybe she couldn't be there because she wasn't the stupid!brave, but the smart!brave...
Is McGonnagal really seventy years old? Anyway, here's... (and for those who doesn't know, Lily is really fond of her freckles)
You make me sick: Chapter two: Pranks and a little else
"I HATE HIM!!!!!!" Lily screamed as she slammed the door of their dorm shut.
"What has he done now?" Laura asked lazily – the other girls had got used to Lily's outbursts during this first month of school.
"He...he..." Lily said, lost for words. "He...GOD, I HATE HIM!"
"Yeah, yeah, we know that," Syn said and turned another page of the Witch Weekly she was reading, licking her lollipop and dangling with her legs from her bed (which she was lying on on her stomach).
"Soo, what did he do?" Laura repeated. She was always eager to eager to hear about what James Potter did at all times – after all, she was 'a Potter fan'.
"He turned my freckles green," Lily hissed through clenched teeth. All the girls looked up at her for the first time.
"Your freckles are green," Syn said.
"That's what I said, stupid."
"It doesn't really suit you," Laura said.
"I'm aware of that!"
"Um, so why don't you turn them back to the normal colour?"
"Because he cast a protective spell on them!"
"He what?"
"He. Cast. A. Protective. Spell. On. Them. That. Means. I. Can't. Change. Them. With. A. Mag. Ic. Spell." Lily closed her eyes. Deep breaths, now. Deep, deep breaths. Calm down. Don't go mad, now.
"Go to the Hospital Wing," Syn suggested.
"That would only give Potter troubl- Heeey, I think I'll do that," Lily said, suddenly looking pleased.
"Uh-oh," Laura said. "She's up to something."
"Oh, no," Syn agreed. "I think I'll go and warn James."
"Don't you dare," Lily hissed. Syn backed off.
"Okay, okay," she said. "I'll not tell him."
"Good." And Lily went swiftly out of the door. They heard the armour scramble back in place after her. The girls silently counted to ten.
"You know, he'll probably be very grateful towards us if we warn him," Laura said thoughtfully. The girls looked at each other for half a second, before they raced out of the dorm and ran towards the Gryffindor Common Room – at least what they hoped was the Gryffindor Common Room.
Lily watched them run, and shook her head. "Traitors," she muttered. "I hate you, James Potter. You brainwash them." Then she headed towards the Library – it was the most unlikely place for Potter to be, so there was where he would be.
***
James seethed with anger. Honestly, why did she take it so bad? He'd only changed her freckles. What was so damn bad about that? Nothing. Nothing at all. But nooooo. She just had to have revenge and turned his hair blond. Blond. He couldn't believe it. She had actually turned his hair blond. And following his example, had put a protective spell on it. Therefore, he had to go to the Common Room to get a pair of scissors – his wand wouldn't work to cut his hair. That was the easy thing with his hair – it always grew back again. And that hair wouldn't have been damaged by that damn bleaching spell.
But until he got a pair of scissors, James just had to live with the humiliation. Everybody who passed him stared at him in shock, before they started to laugh uncontrollably.
Unfortunately for James, there was a long way from the library to the Gryffindor Common Room.
For Lily, though, that was good: she got plenty of time to take pictures. After a while, James spotted her as she followed him. She just grinned evilly at him, and hid before he could hex her.
I'm gonna get you for this, Evans, James thought.
***
Lily headed for the Great Hall to breakfast, skipping and humming cheerfully as she went. Right before reaching it, she was hit by a very hyperactive sixth year.
"BLACK! GET OFF ME!" she screamed, and scrambled to her feet. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"Giving you a hug because you made my life better?" Sirius asked innocently and got up too.
"Can I ask why I made your life better?"
"You're a nice hair-dresser."
"Ah." Lily couldn't help it: she had to grin.
"Unfortunately, it only lasted as long as he didn't cut it. We did our best, of course." Sirius looked very sad.
"You just wait 'till the owls come, then," Lily said with a mysterious wink.
"Right...wait! Hey! What did you mean by that?" Sirius called after her, but she had already gone inside the Hall.
"Sooo," James said, appearing beside Sirius. "Did you do it?"
"Prongs," Sirius said with a look of innocence that really didn't suit him, "what do you think I am? Of course I did it." They grinned at each other. "But I'll love to see Lily's little surprise for us," Sirius added. He earned a hit in the head.
***
The morning owls appeared. Although this was normal sight, the sight which came with them wasn't: At least a hundred owls were carrying an enormous bag between them. When they reached the middle of the Hall, they flew upwards (the weight of the bag had dragged them down) and tipped the bag. Maybe a thousand small pieces of parchment went flying down, landing in butter, collars, hair, laps, juice, dishes, glasses, and so on. One parchment landed on the slice of bread Professor McGonnagal was going to put in her mouth. She looked at it, and almost choked. The students curiously picked up the parchments and looked at them. Then they looked over at James Potter, who tried to hide his tomato red face. Sirius and Remus were howling with laughter – they had got a whole bunch of parchments.
"I'm going to kill her," James muttered. "She is so dead." He looked over at the Ravenclaw table, were Lily sat. She looked enormously pleased – until the girls beside her informed her that she was sprouting a fox tail. "She deserved it," James muttered, as Lily ran out of the Hall – probably heading for the Hospital wing.
"Damn," James said to himself. "Now she'll probably get rid of those freckles too..." He tried to ignore all the students howling with laughter at the pictures of him with blonde hair which had fallen from the ceiling.
***
"Potter, Evans, could I speak with you?" Professor McGonnagal stopped the two students in their tracks towards the corridor.
"Sure," James said and walked over. Lily said nothing.
"You two are, as Head Girl and Head Boy, to come to professor Dumbledore's office tonight at eight o'clock," McGonnagal said.
"At the same time?" Lily said in a strangled sort of tone.
"Yes, Evans. What did you think?" McGonnagal looked at her.
"Sorry," Lily muttered.
"You may go now," McGonnagal said in a dismissive tone. "Oh, and Evans," she called after Lily. "I would say you should work more on your transfiguration homework and in the lessons if you want to keep up."
"Yes, professor," Lily said and turned again, blushing furiously.
"What?" James asked.
"Don't talk to me, Potter," was all Lily said as she walked fast down the corridor. "Are you going to stand there all day?" she called to him as she walked. "You're going to be late for Charms."
What's up with her? James wondered, before the swarm of girls around him pressed all thoughts of Lily out of his mind.
***
James watched Lily thoughtfully from his usual place at the back of the class.
"Everybody look here!" professor Flitwick said from his high stool. "Evans has mastered the charm perfectly! Ten points to Ravenclaw."
The other students turned their attention away from their (unsuccessful) summoning of Guides (a species of tiny fairies who guided wizards and witches through different tasks or on travels). Lily was surrounded by Guides, all with different colours. It almost looked like she was sitting inside a rainbow.
"Earth to James," Sirius said beside him. "Earth calling James...are you in there?"
"Shut up, Padfoot," James said irritably.
"What is it with you?" Remus asked. "You've been staring at Evans all lesson."
"Nothing," James said absently.
"And I'm professor McGonnagal," Sirius said sarcastically. "Come on, Prongs, what is it?"
"It's nothing...just a little thing McGonnagal said..."
"What?" They looked curiously at him. He looked lost in thoughts for a moment, before he 'waked up'.
"Moony, why is it that Evans is only third best?"
They gaped at him. "What?" they said simultaneously.
"Why is it that Evans only is third best in the top grades?" James repeated.
"Um...I'm not quite sure..." Remus said.
"Well, as you can see, she's absolutely brilliant in Charms. I mean, nobody else has even summoned one Guide yet."
"Yes...I think she's got some problems with Transfiguration," Remus said, thinking hard.
James hit his palms together with a loud clap. "That's it, then!" he said, grinning.
"What's it?" Sirius and Remus asked.
"Hmmm? Nothing. I'll tell you later if it works." And James started trying to summon Guides – although it didn't really work, since he was humming all the time.
"Maybe we should take him to the Hospital wing," Remus suggested.
"No," Sirius disagreed. "We'll just see what he's up to. Much more fun that way."
***
Lily looked at the clock in the Common room. Five minutes 'till she had to be in Dumbledore's office... Just enough time for her to not be late. She went through the hole in the wall as the armour scrambled away, and walked calmly down the corridor. Don't make me meet Potter, don't make me meet Potter, she prayed inside her head. Unfortunately for her, the Fates was feeling mischievous that day.
"OOF!" Lost in thought, she crashed into someone and they fell to the floor, the other person on top of her.
"I see you've turned your freckles back," a all-too-familiar voice said. Lily stared up at James' grinning face.
"POTTER! GET OFF ME THIS INSTANT!" she yelled, trying to push him off her. It didn't work.
"I don't think so," James grinned. "I feel quite comfortable here..."
"Potter..." Lily said in a dangerous tone, murder in her eyes.
James leaned closer so that their faces only were half an inch apart. "I didn't quite hear you," he said and grinned at her. Since Lily's arms and legs were pinned down by his weight, she did the first thing that entered her mind: She moved her head upwards (so that her mouth wouldn't touch his) and bit him. James jumped up from her, clutching his nose.
"JESUS!" he exclaimed. "What did you do that for?!"
"I don't like boys lying over me in corridors," she said shortly and stood up.
"You like them doing it other places?" James' voice was slightly muffled because he tried to stop his nose bleeding.
"No. And I'm not talking to you, Potter."
Potter shot daggers at her back as she went down the corridor. Oh, yeah, he thought. Dumbledore.
And he ran after her.
***
"Hello, my dears," Dumbledore said as they entered. Then he noticed James' bloody nose. "Oh, my. What happened to you?" He said.
"She bit me," James said, staring accusingly at Lily.
"That was just because he refused to move off me!" Lily defended herself.
"Ah," was Dumbledore's only reply, a strange twinkle in his eyes. He waved his wand, and the biting marks on James' nose closed up. He handed James a handkerchief.
"Anything else I should know?" he asked, smiling.
"Besides that I can't work with this b-...guy?" Lily stopped herself from saying a much worse word when she remembered she was talking to the Headmaster.
"You have already told me that," Dumbledore said calmly, although that twinkle in his eyes was getting merrier and merrier. Luckily for him, James and Lily didn't notice it.
"Well, then, I think we should come straight to the point," Dumbledore said, suddenly all business. "We were thinking of having a ball this year. The tradition says that the Head Boy and Head Girl are to arrange it. That means you." He nodded at James and Lily. "You will decide when to have it, and what there will be to eat and drink, what kind of decorations and so on. You will get help from the teachers and I if you need any, and get money from me – but I want to see the list of things you need to buy first."
"All the different years are invited?" James asked.
"I don't think the first to third years should be. It may get a little late and such. That's all," Dumbledore said. They went to the door. "Oh, and please try not to fight," he called after them as they went down the stairs.
"Say that to her," was James' reply – quickly followed by slap and an "Ouch."
***
"Where are you going, Lily?" Syn looked up from her Witch Weekly.
"To the library," came the reply.
"What're you gonna do there?"
"Geez, are you an interrogator or something?"
"I was only asking."
"If you must know, I'm going there to work with Potter." The last word was said with a spat. But due to the word itself, none of the other girls in the room noticed.
"You're going to the library with James Potter?" they screamed.
"Is that a date?!"
"I thought you said you hated him!"
"IT'S NOT A DATE!" Lily yelled at the top of her lungs. They looked startled at her. "And when did I stop hating him? Huh?" They didn't answer. "That's what I thought. Just so you know it: He makes me sick. So there. It's not a date, I do hate him, and you're not going anywhere near the library. Understood?"
"Yes, Lily," the girls said in chorus.
"Wish me luck," Lily said as she went through the door.
"With James?" Laura said and grinned.
"With trying not to strangle him," Lily replied and shut the door. Laura turned towards the others, and said with certainty:
"She's in love with him." The others nodded in agreement.
***
"Halloween!"
"Christmas!"
"HALLOWEEN!"
"CHRISTMAS!"
"THIS IS THE LIBRARY! STOP YELLING!" madame Pince yelled at them. Lily and James turned their voices down to harsh whispers.
"Halloween."
"Christmas."
"Why do you want it to be a Christmas ball?" James asked.
"Why do you want it to be a Halloween ball?" Lily shot back. "Oh, of course," she said and mock-slapped her fore head, "pranks are part of Halloween."
"It's not because of that," James said, blushing.
"What is it then?"
"Well, it's closer..."
"Yeah, we would have to hurry," Lily snorted.
"We would not!" James protested.
"Would too! Potter, it's three weeks till Halloween," Lily pointed out, her hands on her hips.
"It would get a little tight, wouldn't it?" James said sheepishly.
"It would, you idiot."
"But almost everybody goes home for Christmas!" he protested. Lily sighed resigned.
"We'll have it right before the Christmas Holiday, you idiot."
"Why do you keep calling me that?"
"Oh, you're tired of it? I can call you other things," Lily said. "Jerk, lame-o, stupid, dummy, bastard, prick, dickhead, pervert-"
"Pervert!" James protested.
"You only disagree on pervert? Okay. Let me see, what else..."
"No! Stop it! I've got it now. So, we say it's a Christmas ball, then?"
"Yes. Now, I've gotta go, king of bad dandruff." Lily headed towards the door. James touched his head.
"I don't have dandruff!" he protested.
"Sure you don't, dickhead."
"Hey, where are you going?" he asked.
"I said: I have to go. Are you deaf as well as dumb?"
"What're you gonna do?" James asked, ignoring her insults.
"That's none of your business," Lily said. "See you at classes tomorrow, moron."
And she left James standing there with his mouth open. "I'm not a moron!" he protested.
"You are if you don't shut your mouth," Sirius said beside him. "You look rather stupid. Do you want flies living in there?" James shut his mouth with a snap.
***
"Sooo, how did it go?" Laura jumped on Lily the moment she came through the door to the common room.
"I didn't kill him," Lily said and slumped down in a cosy arm chair by the fire. There was a united 'oooooo'.
"Did you kiss?" Nicki, who didn't spend much time with Lily and therefore didn't know that she had hated him for six years, asked. Lily looked at her as if she had sprouted another leg.
"Of course we didn't!"
"Oh yeah?" Syn said disbelieving.
"You don't believe me?" Lily stared at them. They shook their heads.
"James Potter is the most famous –"
"And sexy," Laura put in.
"No, that's Sirius," Syn said.
"- and popular boy at school, Lily," Nicki finished. "Of course you kissed him."
Lily looked at them in open shock. "I'm going for a walk," she said and went out the entrance hole again.
"Will you make up your mind?" the armour shouted angrily at her. Lily ignored it, and instead headed for the Gryffindor common room. (A/N: Of course she knew where it was! She was Head Girl!)
"Password?" the Pink Lady asked.
"Oh, damn, I've forgotten it," Lily muttered, angry at herself. The Pink Lady swung aside so that she could climb through the portrait hole.
"I've forgotten it? What kind of password is that?" Lily asked nobody.
"Actually, James made it up so that Peter would remember it," a voice said in her ear.
"Sirius!" she yelped, jumping out of his reach. "Never do that again!"
"What?" he asked innocently.
"Forget it," she muttered.
"Why are you here?" Peter asked, coming towards them. "You're not in this House."
"Wow, a hundred points to fog brain," Lily said sarcastically. She didn't like Peter.
"That reminds me," Sirius said thoughtfully. "Why are you here?"
"I'm looking for Molly."
"Oh? I thought you were looking for James."
"Get a grip, Black."
"Back to last names, are we?"
Lily sighed. "Have you seen Molly?"
"No," came Sirius' reply. "But why don't you sit here with us? I'm sure she'll turn up soon." He gave her his most charming smile.
"I think I'll look for her instead," Lily said shortly and turned towards the portrait hole again.
"Lily!" a voice shouted from one of the stairs. Lily turned, and saw Molly coming down the stairs towards her. She smiled.
"Hi, Molly. Would you like to save me from committing suicide?" Molly laughed. "Them again?"
"You said it."
"Come on, then." And she led Lily up the stairs to the sixth year girls' dorm. "Wait," Molly said and stopped, turning towards Lily. "Do you want pumpkin juice?"
"Yeah. Let's go to the kitchens." They went down the stairs again.
"And I thought the Head students had to be nice and not break rules," Molly said. Lily laughed.
"If that was the case, how could he," she pointed at James who just had turned up, "become Head Boy?"
"Good point," Molly laughed.
***
"Did you and Molly have fun?" James said as he skipped beside Lily.
"It's not any of your business, Potter," Lily said coldly, ignoring the stares she got from the girls standing in the corridor because she was 'walking with' James Potter.
"I'm just curious," James said a little hurt.
"Leave me alone, Potter."
"Why? Do you hate me?"
"YES."
"Why?"
"You want a list? I'll write it later." And she slammed the door to the class room in his face.
He was immediatly the attention of twenty sympathising girls. I'm starting getting sick of them, he thought, as he pushed himself through them to the door.
***
"Hogsmeade weekend!" Lily declared as she dumped down on a chair at the breakfast table.
"Cool!" Laura said. "Then I can get a new dress robe, and-"
"Yeah!" Syn joined in. "I've got to have a nice dress, 'cause Chow Chang asked me out-"
"What?!" Laura, Nicki and Lily turned towards Syn (Lily didn't mind talking about boys if they weren't Sirius or James. Unfortunately, they usually were).
"I thought you liked Sirius!" Nicki said.
"Well, yeah," Syn said and blushed, "but that's just a childish crush, really. Chow is so much sweeter..." she sighed and got a dreamy look on her face.
"Well, congratulations, Syn!" Lily said. "Chow is really great, finally he's asked you out!"
"You mean you knew?" Syn turned towards Lily.
"Um, not really...I just kinda overheard one time when he and his friends talked about..um...girls, you know, and then he kinda said that he thought you were kinda cute..." Lily fidgeted embarassed in her chair.
"Well, that's okay, Lily. I mean, now that we are going to the ball together and stuff," Syn said and smiled.
"Syn, you have to help me to find a dress which will impress Potter, I really want to dance with him..." Laura started again. Lily groaned. They just couldn't have a conversation without mentioning him, could they? She looked over at the Gryffindor table – yes! Molly! She went over to the Gryffindor table – causing a lot of puzzled stares which she ignored.
"Hi, Molly!" Lily said and smiled. "Can I sit here?"
"Sure, Lily," Molly said and patted a seat beside her. The other girls Molly was sitting with gave Lily a 'don't-I-know-you?' stare. "Girls, this is Lily. She's the one hating James." The girls' expression changed to recognition.
"Nice way of introducing me, Molly," Lily said, playfully punching Molly's shoulder.
"Well, it is rather covering, isn't it?" Molly asked innocently.
"Yeah, right. You could have said 'She's the Head Girl' or 'She's the one who kicked Potter's ass at the flying lessons at the beginning of school' or something."
"But it wouldn't be so precise, would it?" Molly grinned at her.
"I give up."
"Nice of you. So, care to join us at the Hogsmeade trip?"
"That's exactly what I was going to ask you, you know. Those fluff heads," Lily nodded towards Laura and co. at the Ravenclaw table, "will only talk about Potter and Black anyway, so I wondered if I could seek refugee here."
"Sure," Molly said. "That's okay with you, right?" she asked the other girls. They nodded in agreement.
"Tell me," one of them, a girl with light brown hair and blue eyes said and leaned closer to Lily across the table, "do you really hate James as much as they say?"
"What do they say?" Lily asked.
"That if you had to spend a weekend with James you would either strangle him or strangle yourself before the first day was out."
"That's pretty much it, yes," Lily said with a straight face.
The girl shook her head. "And you aren't even in his House," she said. Then she smiled. "I'm Pennie, by the way."
"Lily," Lily said. The others also presented themselves, and they all started talking about things not involving James Potter.
***
"Hello, Petal," James smiled as Lily entered the library. She stopped in her tracks.
"Petal?"
"Well, yeah! Since your name's Lily, I thought-"
"Well, sorry, jackass, I don't want any nick names from you."
"You have nick names for me," James protested.
"They're insults. Not nick names."
"Right. Thanks for coming, anyway."
"What?"
"I said thanks for coming. I mean, last time I talked to you were when you left me with twenty screaming Hufflepuffs."
"Poor you," Lily's voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Yeah, poor me! I didn't ask for them!"
"Ooo, I'm so sorry, James thinks-he's-cool-but-he's-just-an-idiot Potter!"
"Why do you keep saying that? I'm not an idiot!"
"But you think you're cool, right?"
"No, I do-"
"That's one of the things I hate about you, Potter. You've almost got as big an ego as Snape. Now let's get down to business before I blow up your stupid head."
James gaped at her as she sat down on the opposite side of the table – as far away from him as she could get. She opened a note book and a quill.
"So," she said. "What do we need?" She looked at him.
Man, Harry thought. Those eyes are so-
"Hello, Potter? Anybody in there?" James became aware of Lily's hand waving in front of his face.
"Sure I am. Um, let's see... Every Flavoured Beans, of course." Lily scribbled it down. "Chocolate Frogs, Liqourice Bats, Caramel Phoenixes..."
"Hold on," Lily said, and scribbled the names down on the paper. "Ok. Anything else? And don't even think about Fireworks and Dungbombs. It's a ball."
"I weren't going to suggest that!" James protested – of course he lied.
"As if." Lily looked unconvinced. "We need Butterbeer, of course," she said. "And pumpkin juice...right?"
"Hm-hmmmm," James said. "What about Rock Candies?"
Lily narrowed her eyes. "That's those candies which break your teeth, isn't it?" she said.
"No..." James said dubiously. Those eyes made him a terrible liar.
"No Rock Candies," Lily said flatly.
James sighed. Lily looked down at her note book, and snapped it shut.
"Well, that's pretty much it, isn't it?" she said.
"I guess so," James said. Lily went out into the corridor. James suddenly got a strange impulse, and ran after her.
"Evans!" he shouted for her to stop. She turned around.
"What is it now, Potter?" she asked irritated.
"Um...want to go to the ball with me?" he burst out. She just gaped at him for what seemed like hours.
"Can't dance," she said shortly and went down the empty corridor again, leaving James with a funny feeling in his stomach.
***
Lily went up the stairs to her dorm in a dreamy state. She closed the door and flung herself on her bed.
Oh my god, Lily thought as she looked up at the ceiling. James Potter just asked me out. WHY THE HELL DIDN'T I SAY NO?! Well, he IS sort of cute with that hair and- NO! DON'T THINK LIKE THAT! YOU HATE JAMES POTTER! Lily closed her eyes and took a deep, deep breath. She opened her eyes again, and opened her mouth to scream.
"Shhh!" Remus hissed, and looked around. Lily noticed that it had gone dark. I must have fallen asleep, she thought.
"How did you get in here?" she whispered.
"I borrowed James' Invisibility Cloak."
"James has an Invisibility Cloak?" Remus raised an eyebrow at her chose of name.
"Sure, but that's not the subject."
"Why are you here, anyway?" Lily asked as she sat up.
"Well, James told me that you said you couldn't dance..." Remus started.
"He told you I couldn't dance?!"
"He said that you had said that you couldn't dance..."
"What has that to do with you?"
"...and I wondered if you wanted me to teach you," Remus finished. Lily gaped at him.
"You want to teach me how to dance? Why?"
"Well, when I see how much you and James are in love-" Remus said, and ducked under Lily's swinging arm.
"Why do you want to teach me?" she repeated.
"You're so dead sexy," Remus grinned.
"Remus."
"All right, I give up. Damn, how do you see through me like that?"
"Call it a sixth sense."
"As if."
"Okay. You're a terrible liar when you're not threatened with detention."
"That one I can buy."
"But why do you want to teach me to dance?" Lily pressed further.
"Can't you give it a rest? Okay, okay, me and Padfoot have a bet."
"Padfoot?"
"Sirius."
"Oh. What kinda bet?"
"I can't tell you. But it involves you dancing."
"Ah. And if you loose?"
"I have to sing 'I'm a widdle liddle Canary' in a yellow canary suit at the ball," Remus said calmly.
"You're a terrible singer, aren't you?"
"Yes. A very bad one."
"Oookay. What does Sirius have to do?"
"He has to ask Hidney from Hufflepuff to the ball, and go in visible boxers and blue hair."
Lily weighed Remus singing 'I'm a widdle liddle Canary' on the stage versus Sirius in boxers and having blue hair going with Hidney, who was head over heels for him and probably wouldn't even get embarrassed of going with Sirius – probably because she would be going with Sirius.
"You've got a student," she said. Remus grinned, and they shook hands.
A/N: That's it for now. You will have to wait a little for the next part, though... Thanks for all the reviews, and there's nothing against writing more of them!