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Sirius yawned as he walked back up to the Gryffindor tower.
"So why, exactly, did you burst out laughing when Malfoy said his name?" Hermione asked, as they entered the common room as sat next to each other on a gold couch in front of the fire.
"Oh, that. Because I knew a Malfoy at Ho- I mean, Durmstrang, and played quite few pranks on him. And he always reacted much like, what's his name? Draco did." They both laughed softly, then watched Harry and Ron play a game of Wizard's Chess.
"That really was brilliant, you know." Ron commented, as he swept the remains of Harry's bishop off the board.
He nodded his thanks, then turned his attention to Hermione.
"What are you up to?"
"I'm working on an essay for Potions. Professor Snape wants it three rolls of parchment long, and mine's only 1 ½. I've been slacking." She opened up her textbook and unrolled her paper. Sirius snorted at Snape's name, and was completely surprised that she was actually doing homework.
"Hermione, you can not do homework on a Saturday night. I won't let you." He pulled her quill out from her hand and grabbed her ink bottle.
"Excuse me? And just what am I supposed to do? Play Wizard's Chess? No thank you." She made a reach for her stolen supplies, but his arms were longer than hers, so they stayed with him.
"C'mon, Sirius, give me my stuff back." She climbed on him, sitting on her knees and leaning over his front to take her things back. His head was buried in her stomach, and he found it hard to breath. But he wasn't necessarily complaining. She smelled faintly of strawberries and vanilla. Finally, she snatched her supplies from his hands and sat back.
She was now straddling his legs. He had a very large smirk on his face. When she noticed exactly where she was sitting, she quickly apologized and got off.
"What are you apologizing for?" Sirius said, bringing his face close to hers, and turning her chin.
"For, um, sitting on you." Her face turned bright red, and she turned it away.
Before she could scoot to the other side of the couch and bury her face in a book, he whispered in her ear.
"Don't be."
***
Later that night, after most people had gone to bed, Hermione put down her book and ran up to the girls' bathrooms. She stared at herself in the mirror for a minute, her hand lingering at the spot where Sirius had touched her face.
[Boy, that was weird. No. That was rude! Who does he think he is, coming here, then taking my stuff, then invading my personal space! Shame on him.] She turned on the cold water and splashed her face.
[Still....he is pretty hot. You've got to admit it, 'Mione.] She brushed her teeth and combed her hair before changing into her "Yummy Sushi" pajamas.
Not tired yet, she went back into the common room and picked up her book. Sitting in front of the fire, listening to it crackle, she fell asleep.
Unbeknownst to her, Sirius had been sitting in the back of the room, away from the fire, watching it burn. He had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he hadn't seen Hermione enter again. Her book slidding off her chest and hitting the floor brought him rushing back to reality. Well, more appropriately, kicking and screaming back.
Seeing her slumped over on the couch, he ran up to the boys dormitories and grabbed a blanket off his bed. He also saw Ron's, which had been kicked to the floor, and picked it up, too.
Making his way down the stairs, he put his blanket over Hermione and threw Ron's on a large crimson armchair by the fire. He picked up her book and read the title.
"'Sites of Historical Sorcery?' No wonder she fell asleep." He put her bookmark in the open pages, then set it down on the table. Curling up on the chair, Sirius fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
***
When Hermione woke up in the morning, she was puzzled as to why she was sleeping on a couch with someone else's blanket covering her. When she sat up, however, she figured it out. She smiled as she saw Sirius stir and turn over. But since he was sitting in a chair, this postion was none-to- comfortable, so he turned back over again.
She picked up her book and continued where she had left off. She didn't know how the bookmark got there.
About 20 minutes later, Sirius stirred again. This time he rolled off the chair and fell to the ground. She winced as she saw his head smack the table beside it.
"Ouch," he said, rubbing his head. He stretched, then yawned. "Hey. Sleep well?"
"Yes, actually. When I woke up, I was covered with this guy's blanket, and my book was on the table with the bookmark in the right spot. Any idea how that happened?"
"Sounds like magic." He smiled wide, then snatched the comforter off of her legs. "I believe this is mine."
"Yours? You gave me your blanket?" He nodded. "But, then who's were you-" she was interrupted by Ron running down the steps in his too-short pjs.
"Have you all seen my comforter? It's gone." Sirius held Ron's up.
"Sorry. I needed one, and yours was on the floor."
"S'ok." He took it back, then went back into his dorm, yawning. At Hermione's questioning look, Sirius just shrugged.
"You want to get some breakfast?" He asked. She nodded, and ran upstairs to get dressed. After a few minutes, she reappeared and the two headed off towards the Great Hall.
"So, you like it at Hogwarts?" Hermione asked as they descended another flight of stairs.
"Yeah, I do. Dumbledore said I could go to Hogsmeade today, and I want to check out Zonko's to see if they've got anything new. And go to Honeydukes, of course. Gotta love those sugar quills."
Hermione's brow furrowed. "How do you know about Honeydukes and Zonko's?" Sirius mentally slapped himself. [You're supposed to be new to this area, stupid. Don't do that.]
"Oh, uh, Ron told me about it last night." [Nice save!]
She nodded as they walked into the Great Hall. There weren't many people there. Of course, there normally weren't many people there at 7:00 on Sunday morning. In fact, the only people there were a few first years, Professor Dumbledore, and Professor Snape. Snape seemed to be shooting a particularly venemous glare at Sirius, who returned it eagerly.
"Hello? Earth to Sirius." Hermione waved her hand infront of his face. "What the hell are you looking at?" She followed his gaze to Snape, and was shocked at the looks the were exchanging. Snape never looked like that, even with Harry.
"Oh, don't bother with him. Snape hates all the Gryffindors. And be careful, he'll seize any excuse to take points from us." She sat down and pulled him down next to her. "SIRIUS! Quit staring at him. As much as you may want to, you can't make him explode using only your eyes."
"Sure I can." He said, finally tearing his gaze from the greasy-haired teacher. He laughed, then picked up a piece of toast from the plate.
"By the way, why were you trying to make him explode using only your eyes?" She asked, taking a sip of tea.
"Oh, yeah. There was a Snape at Durmstrang. And I, uh, was particularly nasty to him," he said, not willing to say it was the actual Snape he had played tricks upon. It wasn't his fault that Snape was an insufferable twat that begged to be pranked!
"Snape has a spawn? Ugh." Hermione gave an involuntary shudder.
"I think it was his nephew or something. But that is definitely a disgusting thought. Blech." He shuddered too, and they laughed.
"You're very beautiful, Hermione." She stopped drinking her tea immediately. Her eyes grew wide and she swallowed it.
"Wh- what?"
"You're beautiful."
She was stunned. Speechless, even. "Hello? Hermione? I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry." He pushed her hair behind her ear.
"No, no...it's just....No one's ever said that before." She blushed and turned her face down.
"What? No one has ever told you you're beautiful? Wonder what's wrong with them." He put a surprised expression on, as if it was the simplest thing in the world to see.
"You really think I'm pretty?" She asked, blushing deeper.
"Nope." Her face dropped. "I think you're beautiful. For the third time." He grinned at her.
"Well, you're not bad off yourself." She was right - Sirius Black was a very handsome man. Hermione thought he could very well pass for a Muggle movie star, if he wanted to.
His black hair looked perfect, even if he had just gotten out of bed. In fact, it looked the best that way. His muscles were well defined, from playing Quidditch and the Muggle sport Rugby. His blue eyes were always shining with a mischievous glimmer, like he knew something that you didn't, and it was likely to be hilarious at your expense. There was normally a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and it often broke into a smirk.
"Thanks." He winked, then grabbed her hand. He stood up and started to half- drag her out of the hall until she sat down to make him stop.
"Excuse me, Mr. Felton, but where exactly are we going?" She crossed her arms and looked up at him.
He laughed, then proceeded to throw her over her shoulder. "You'll see." She began to pound lightly on his back, laughing all the way. As he kept walking, however, she found that she was NOT going to win this, and gave up. She also noticed that her view of his back was not half bad. In fact, it was quite nice.
Finally, he set her down. "We're here. I want to show you something." She turned around and saw the water.
"The lake? What's so special about the lake?"
As she finished, Sirius picked up a rock and tossed it in. "I'll show you." Stripping off his cloak, shoes, and shirt, he jumped in.
"What in the world are you doing?" She asked, wondering why he was doing the backstroke in a lake that was home to a giant squid. Plus, it was early November, and the water was sure to be quite cold.
To her dismay, he splashed some water on her. "C'mon, 'Mione! It's not very cold! And watch this!" He dove straight down into the water.
He was down for almost a minute, and Hermione was starting to panic. Right when she was leaving to get a teacher, she saw Sirius fly almost 20 feet up and do a swan dive back into the water.
"How did you do that?" She asked in awe.
"There's a hippocampus in the lake. If you ask really nicely, he'll shoot you up into the air. It's quite exhilarating. You sure you don't want to come in?" She sighed, then began to remove her clothes.
Getting down to just her skirt and shirt, she slowly waded into the lake. He was right, it wasn't too cold. Getting annoyed with her slow pace, he swam up to her and pulled her in.
"ARG! Sirius Felton! I wanted to get in slowly!" she yelled, her hair whipping about her face.
"Yeah, well, I'm very impatient. Live with it." He jumped around in the water and splashed her. She gave him a hard glare, then jumped on top of him, pushing him deep under the water.
They quickly found out that it was NOT a good idea to laugh while roughhousing in a lake. In fact, it was a very bad idea. (A/N: I know from personal experience) Coughing and sputtering, they made their way out of the water.
"I'm going to get you for that," Hermione said as she wrung out her hair. Sirius stood up and shook all over, much as a dog would. (A/N: Three guesses why.)
"You know you liked it." He winked, then pulled his wand from his cloak laying on the ground. He muttered a quick drying spell on himself, then on Hermione. They finished getting dressed and headed up to the castle.
As they reached the great oak doors, Hermione turned with a confused expression on her face. "Sirius?"
"What's that?"
"How did you know there was a hippocampus in the lake?" Sirius' smiling face dropped.
"I, uh, I..." he stammered. Luckily, he was saved by Ron and Harry appearing in front of them.
"Where have you two been? Not breaking any rules, I hope!" Ron said, putting his hands on his hips and tapping his foot in a very motherly way.
"Me? Never. We were just having a bit of a swim in the lake." Sirius put his arm around Hermione's shoulders. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Swimming, huh? Is that all you were doing?"
"Harry! You know very well that I'm not that kind of girl." Hermione slapped him playfully on the arm.
Sirius frowned. "You're not?" He made puppy-dog eyes, then laughed along with the rest of them.
"C'mon, let's go back to the common room, then we're going to Hogsmeade! Dumbledore told us you needed supplies, and he said we could go today."
They bounded the steps up to the Gryffindor common room, and when they reached the fat lady, all were completely free of breath. After wheezing and coughing for at least 2 minutes, Harry said the password and they moved inside.
Sirius changed, and Hermione took a very quick shower. When asked why, she replied, "Because that spell wasn't a cleaning one. I feel all grungy from the lake water."
When she was done, they headed out of the common room and down the steps. As they passed yet another empty classroom, Harry slapped his forehead. And apparently did it quite a bit harder than he meant too, because he started rubbing and said a small 'ow'.
"I forgot to tell you guys. Professor Dumbledore wants us to have a teacher chaperone. He said Professor Lupin would be it." Sirius smiled at the thought of spending the day with one of his best friends, even if he was 20 or so years older.
"Well, let's go then!" The black-haired man said, then let the others lead the way. He had already almost blown his cover twice today, and didn't want to screw things up anymore.
"Professor Lupin?" Hermione said, poking her head into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. The sandy-haired man looked up from his papers and smiled.
"Yes, Hermione? Come in." The group filed into Lupin's office. "Oh, of course! You've come to pick me up for Hogsmeade, right?"
Sirius smiled. "That's right, Professor." He emphasized 'professor', and smirked at his friend's reaction.
"Why hello, Sirius. My name is Remus Lupin. I'm your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. It's nice to meet you." He extended a hand, and Sirius shook it, trying to hold back his laughter.
"Pleasure is all mine."
Harry cleared his throat and spoke up. "Well, now that you all have met," this brought a stiffled giggle from Sirius and Lupin, "Let's go!"
***
Ok, here's the long awaited chapter 2!! I hope you all liked it!
Sirius yawned as he walked back up to the Gryffindor tower.
"So why, exactly, did you burst out laughing when Malfoy said his name?" Hermione asked, as they entered the common room as sat next to each other on a gold couch in front of the fire.
"Oh, that. Because I knew a Malfoy at Ho- I mean, Durmstrang, and played quite few pranks on him. And he always reacted much like, what's his name? Draco did." They both laughed softly, then watched Harry and Ron play a game of Wizard's Chess.
"That really was brilliant, you know." Ron commented, as he swept the remains of Harry's bishop off the board.
He nodded his thanks, then turned his attention to Hermione.
"What are you up to?"
"I'm working on an essay for Potions. Professor Snape wants it three rolls of parchment long, and mine's only 1 ½. I've been slacking." She opened up her textbook and unrolled her paper. Sirius snorted at Snape's name, and was completely surprised that she was actually doing homework.
"Hermione, you can not do homework on a Saturday night. I won't let you." He pulled her quill out from her hand and grabbed her ink bottle.
"Excuse me? And just what am I supposed to do? Play Wizard's Chess? No thank you." She made a reach for her stolen supplies, but his arms were longer than hers, so they stayed with him.
"C'mon, Sirius, give me my stuff back." She climbed on him, sitting on her knees and leaning over his front to take her things back. His head was buried in her stomach, and he found it hard to breath. But he wasn't necessarily complaining. She smelled faintly of strawberries and vanilla. Finally, she snatched her supplies from his hands and sat back.
She was now straddling his legs. He had a very large smirk on his face. When she noticed exactly where she was sitting, she quickly apologized and got off.
"What are you apologizing for?" Sirius said, bringing his face close to hers, and turning her chin.
"For, um, sitting on you." Her face turned bright red, and she turned it away.
Before she could scoot to the other side of the couch and bury her face in a book, he whispered in her ear.
"Don't be."
***
Later that night, after most people had gone to bed, Hermione put down her book and ran up to the girls' bathrooms. She stared at herself in the mirror for a minute, her hand lingering at the spot where Sirius had touched her face.
[Boy, that was weird. No. That was rude! Who does he think he is, coming here, then taking my stuff, then invading my personal space! Shame on him.] She turned on the cold water and splashed her face.
[Still....he is pretty hot. You've got to admit it, 'Mione.] She brushed her teeth and combed her hair before changing into her "Yummy Sushi" pajamas.
Not tired yet, she went back into the common room and picked up her book. Sitting in front of the fire, listening to it crackle, she fell asleep.
Unbeknownst to her, Sirius had been sitting in the back of the room, away from the fire, watching it burn. He had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he hadn't seen Hermione enter again. Her book slidding off her chest and hitting the floor brought him rushing back to reality. Well, more appropriately, kicking and screaming back.
Seeing her slumped over on the couch, he ran up to the boys dormitories and grabbed a blanket off his bed. He also saw Ron's, which had been kicked to the floor, and picked it up, too.
Making his way down the stairs, he put his blanket over Hermione and threw Ron's on a large crimson armchair by the fire. He picked up her book and read the title.
"'Sites of Historical Sorcery?' No wonder she fell asleep." He put her bookmark in the open pages, then set it down on the table. Curling up on the chair, Sirius fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
***
When Hermione woke up in the morning, she was puzzled as to why she was sleeping on a couch with someone else's blanket covering her. When she sat up, however, she figured it out. She smiled as she saw Sirius stir and turn over. But since he was sitting in a chair, this postion was none-to- comfortable, so he turned back over again.
She picked up her book and continued where she had left off. She didn't know how the bookmark got there.
About 20 minutes later, Sirius stirred again. This time he rolled off the chair and fell to the ground. She winced as she saw his head smack the table beside it.
"Ouch," he said, rubbing his head. He stretched, then yawned. "Hey. Sleep well?"
"Yes, actually. When I woke up, I was covered with this guy's blanket, and my book was on the table with the bookmark in the right spot. Any idea how that happened?"
"Sounds like magic." He smiled wide, then snatched the comforter off of her legs. "I believe this is mine."
"Yours? You gave me your blanket?" He nodded. "But, then who's were you-" she was interrupted by Ron running down the steps in his too-short pjs.
"Have you all seen my comforter? It's gone." Sirius held Ron's up.
"Sorry. I needed one, and yours was on the floor."
"S'ok." He took it back, then went back into his dorm, yawning. At Hermione's questioning look, Sirius just shrugged.
"You want to get some breakfast?" He asked. She nodded, and ran upstairs to get dressed. After a few minutes, she reappeared and the two headed off towards the Great Hall.
"So, you like it at Hogwarts?" Hermione asked as they descended another flight of stairs.
"Yeah, I do. Dumbledore said I could go to Hogsmeade today, and I want to check out Zonko's to see if they've got anything new. And go to Honeydukes, of course. Gotta love those sugar quills."
Hermione's brow furrowed. "How do you know about Honeydukes and Zonko's?" Sirius mentally slapped himself. [You're supposed to be new to this area, stupid. Don't do that.]
"Oh, uh, Ron told me about it last night." [Nice save!]
She nodded as they walked into the Great Hall. There weren't many people there. Of course, there normally weren't many people there at 7:00 on Sunday morning. In fact, the only people there were a few first years, Professor Dumbledore, and Professor Snape. Snape seemed to be shooting a particularly venemous glare at Sirius, who returned it eagerly.
"Hello? Earth to Sirius." Hermione waved her hand infront of his face. "What the hell are you looking at?" She followed his gaze to Snape, and was shocked at the looks the were exchanging. Snape never looked like that, even with Harry.
"Oh, don't bother with him. Snape hates all the Gryffindors. And be careful, he'll seize any excuse to take points from us." She sat down and pulled him down next to her. "SIRIUS! Quit staring at him. As much as you may want to, you can't make him explode using only your eyes."
"Sure I can." He said, finally tearing his gaze from the greasy-haired teacher. He laughed, then picked up a piece of toast from the plate.
"By the way, why were you trying to make him explode using only your eyes?" She asked, taking a sip of tea.
"Oh, yeah. There was a Snape at Durmstrang. And I, uh, was particularly nasty to him," he said, not willing to say it was the actual Snape he had played tricks upon. It wasn't his fault that Snape was an insufferable twat that begged to be pranked!
"Snape has a spawn? Ugh." Hermione gave an involuntary shudder.
"I think it was his nephew or something. But that is definitely a disgusting thought. Blech." He shuddered too, and they laughed.
"You're very beautiful, Hermione." She stopped drinking her tea immediately. Her eyes grew wide and she swallowed it.
"Wh- what?"
"You're beautiful."
She was stunned. Speechless, even. "Hello? Hermione? I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry." He pushed her hair behind her ear.
"No, no...it's just....No one's ever said that before." She blushed and turned her face down.
"What? No one has ever told you you're beautiful? Wonder what's wrong with them." He put a surprised expression on, as if it was the simplest thing in the world to see.
"You really think I'm pretty?" She asked, blushing deeper.
"Nope." Her face dropped. "I think you're beautiful. For the third time." He grinned at her.
"Well, you're not bad off yourself." She was right - Sirius Black was a very handsome man. Hermione thought he could very well pass for a Muggle movie star, if he wanted to.
His black hair looked perfect, even if he had just gotten out of bed. In fact, it looked the best that way. His muscles were well defined, from playing Quidditch and the Muggle sport Rugby. His blue eyes were always shining with a mischievous glimmer, like he knew something that you didn't, and it was likely to be hilarious at your expense. There was normally a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and it often broke into a smirk.
"Thanks." He winked, then grabbed her hand. He stood up and started to half- drag her out of the hall until she sat down to make him stop.
"Excuse me, Mr. Felton, but where exactly are we going?" She crossed her arms and looked up at him.
He laughed, then proceeded to throw her over her shoulder. "You'll see." She began to pound lightly on his back, laughing all the way. As he kept walking, however, she found that she was NOT going to win this, and gave up. She also noticed that her view of his back was not half bad. In fact, it was quite nice.
Finally, he set her down. "We're here. I want to show you something." She turned around and saw the water.
"The lake? What's so special about the lake?"
As she finished, Sirius picked up a rock and tossed it in. "I'll show you." Stripping off his cloak, shoes, and shirt, he jumped in.
"What in the world are you doing?" She asked, wondering why he was doing the backstroke in a lake that was home to a giant squid. Plus, it was early November, and the water was sure to be quite cold.
To her dismay, he splashed some water on her. "C'mon, 'Mione! It's not very cold! And watch this!" He dove straight down into the water.
He was down for almost a minute, and Hermione was starting to panic. Right when she was leaving to get a teacher, she saw Sirius fly almost 20 feet up and do a swan dive back into the water.
"How did you do that?" She asked in awe.
"There's a hippocampus in the lake. If you ask really nicely, he'll shoot you up into the air. It's quite exhilarating. You sure you don't want to come in?" She sighed, then began to remove her clothes.
Getting down to just her skirt and shirt, she slowly waded into the lake. He was right, it wasn't too cold. Getting annoyed with her slow pace, he swam up to her and pulled her in.
"ARG! Sirius Felton! I wanted to get in slowly!" she yelled, her hair whipping about her face.
"Yeah, well, I'm very impatient. Live with it." He jumped around in the water and splashed her. She gave him a hard glare, then jumped on top of him, pushing him deep under the water.
They quickly found out that it was NOT a good idea to laugh while roughhousing in a lake. In fact, it was a very bad idea. (A/N: I know from personal experience) Coughing and sputtering, they made their way out of the water.
"I'm going to get you for that," Hermione said as she wrung out her hair. Sirius stood up and shook all over, much as a dog would. (A/N: Three guesses why.)
"You know you liked it." He winked, then pulled his wand from his cloak laying on the ground. He muttered a quick drying spell on himself, then on Hermione. They finished getting dressed and headed up to the castle.
As they reached the great oak doors, Hermione turned with a confused expression on her face. "Sirius?"
"What's that?"
"How did you know there was a hippocampus in the lake?" Sirius' smiling face dropped.
"I, uh, I..." he stammered. Luckily, he was saved by Ron and Harry appearing in front of them.
"Where have you two been? Not breaking any rules, I hope!" Ron said, putting his hands on his hips and tapping his foot in a very motherly way.
"Me? Never. We were just having a bit of a swim in the lake." Sirius put his arm around Hermione's shoulders. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Swimming, huh? Is that all you were doing?"
"Harry! You know very well that I'm not that kind of girl." Hermione slapped him playfully on the arm.
Sirius frowned. "You're not?" He made puppy-dog eyes, then laughed along with the rest of them.
"C'mon, let's go back to the common room, then we're going to Hogsmeade! Dumbledore told us you needed supplies, and he said we could go today."
They bounded the steps up to the Gryffindor common room, and when they reached the fat lady, all were completely free of breath. After wheezing and coughing for at least 2 minutes, Harry said the password and they moved inside.
Sirius changed, and Hermione took a very quick shower. When asked why, she replied, "Because that spell wasn't a cleaning one. I feel all grungy from the lake water."
When she was done, they headed out of the common room and down the steps. As they passed yet another empty classroom, Harry slapped his forehead. And apparently did it quite a bit harder than he meant too, because he started rubbing and said a small 'ow'.
"I forgot to tell you guys. Professor Dumbledore wants us to have a teacher chaperone. He said Professor Lupin would be it." Sirius smiled at the thought of spending the day with one of his best friends, even if he was 20 or so years older.
"Well, let's go then!" The black-haired man said, then let the others lead the way. He had already almost blown his cover twice today, and didn't want to screw things up anymore.
"Professor Lupin?" Hermione said, poking her head into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. The sandy-haired man looked up from his papers and smiled.
"Yes, Hermione? Come in." The group filed into Lupin's office. "Oh, of course! You've come to pick me up for Hogsmeade, right?"
Sirius smiled. "That's right, Professor." He emphasized 'professor', and smirked at his friend's reaction.
"Why hello, Sirius. My name is Remus Lupin. I'm your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. It's nice to meet you." He extended a hand, and Sirius shook it, trying to hold back his laughter.
"Pleasure is all mine."
Harry cleared his throat and spoke up. "Well, now that you all have met," this brought a stiffled giggle from Sirius and Lupin, "Let's go!"
***
Ok, here's the long awaited chapter 2!! I hope you all liked it!
