Chapter 14
Hot and Cold
After winter break, all of Harry's advanced classes began again, with the exception of Advanced Transfiguration and Advanced Charms. McGonagall told him that for the most part he would be excused from Transfiguration and Charms, unless she or Flitwick felt there was a particular lesson he should be present for, in which case they would send word with Ron and Hermione that he attend the next class.
Harry still had Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts, his Advanced Curses class, and his Survival class had been taught all year by Lupin. But because he'd had extra time, he'd decided to take Parenting again after having to drop it last year.
The small disadvantage to that was all of his year mates had already completed the Parenting class, so none of them were taking it this year. That meant that all of his new classmates would be fourth years.
The class just happened to meet when he should have had Advanced Charms. He walked to Professor Cameron's classroom slightly disappointed that Ron and Hermione weren't with him. Even though Professor Dumbledore had gotten Remus to agree to teach the class, he was still using Cameron's classroom as it was open and convenient.
Harry walked in to meet a bunch of faces he hardly knew, and one he knew very well. He didn't know why it hadn't occurred to him that Ginny would be taking parenting too. He hadn't even asked her what extra classes she'd signed up for. She offered him a half smile and pointed to the empty seat beside her. Harry couldn't help but feel like he was being stared at.
When he sat, there was a commotion beside him as two girls switched seats. The one that ended up next to him Harry recognized as Samantha. She was startlingly pretty, he had to admit, but he knew that she wasn't very nice to Ginny and he therefore wanted nothing to do with her.
"Hey," he said to Ginny, ignoring the way that Samantha was attempting to get his attention. "Didn't realize we'd be in class together."
Ginny couldn't quite meet his eye. "Well, I guessed we would be, so I saved you a seat."
Harry tried to ignore the way Samantha was now talking loudly to her friend about how amazing the Gryffindor team had done in their last Quidditch match. He switched to Parseltongue so that only Ginny would understand him.
"How bad is this going to be?" he gestured behind him with his eyes.
Ginny snorted softly. "Oh, it's gonna be bad. Watch who you end up partnered with."
"Is she like, crushing on me?" Samantha's chair seemed to be inching closer to his. Uncomfortable, he leaned closer to Ginny.
"Try obsessed," Ginny answered. She sounded angry about it.
'Is she jealous?' Harry thought, his heart speeding at the idea. "Well, you'll be my partner if I need one, right?" he asked. He mentally cheered inside. That was the most sense he'd made talking to Ginny in several days.
"Of course I will," she answered just above a whisper, looking down at her hands.
Remus walked in at that moment. 'Professor Lupin,' Harry reminded himself.
Remus taught his class with the same friendly efficiency he'd taught DADA in their third year. He'd decided that their first unit would be learning some basic cooking skills.
Harry, who'd be cooking for the Dursleys most of his life, had no problem. The extent of Ginny's knowledge was what Harry had taught her over the summer. The first thing that she did, however, was grab a spatula. Harry chuckled at her. "Does it make you feel important?"
She smiled shyly and nodded. When he turned, she hit him with it. He laughed again.
"You two are walking into an abussive relationship," Sally observed.
That sentence, however, reminded them that they were supposed to be walking into a relationship at all. Suddenly Harry couldn't laugh anymore, and Ginny put the spatula down. Sally sighed but didn't comment. She couldn't speed their relationship up no matter how much she wanted to.
It was hard, being between them, knowing what both of them felt, what both of them wanted, and not being able to just shout it at them. But she knew that their relationship would be strongest if they were allowed to develop it on their own, despite how hard it was on her.
When Ginny had accepted Draco's offer to the dance, Sally had been so torn. She couldn't tell Harry, but on the other hand, how could she not tell him? She'd avoided him, nearly completely, for days, which in its self tore her. She was bonded to Ginny, yes, but that bond was secondary. Her familiar, when it came down to it, was Harry. Even being away from him for extended periods of time was, not exactly painful, more like stressful.
Harry and Ginny managed to work together with the least amount of discussion as possible. Harry automatically yielded the project to Ginny as he knew what he was doing and she was the one that had to learn. He assisted only when she needed help.
They were both careful to never touch. The pressure of being that close to her was starting to wear on Harry just as much as the pressure had during his N.E.W.T.s.
Samantha and Marine had chosen to work right next to Harry and Ginny. Halfway through the class, Samantha tripped and fell towards them.
Harry caught her reflexively. Ginny whipped around to see what was wrong to find a surprised Harry holding up a smiling Samantha. Ginny flushed with anger, turning back around and resuming her cutting with an added vigor.
Harry helped Samantha to her feet. "Thanks," she said breathlessly.
Not trusting his voice to actually sound sincere, Harry just nodded. He moved back to where Ginny was.
"Rosse, cool down."
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, as he subtly moved on the other side of Ginny so that she was between him and Samantha.
"Nothing," Ginny said, her anger slowly fading when she realized Harry was trying to avoid Samantha. At least he wasn't encouraging it, but it wasn't really him she was angry at. She knew he didn't like Samantha.
"That was on purpose, right?" Harry asked in quiet Parseltongue.
"I'd bet my life on it."
Harry noticed the anger on her voice and was surprised. "I suppose that's a good indication of what this class is going to be like?"
"Probably."
Harry thought for a moment, and then made up his mind in a flash of Gryffindor bravery. "Hold still," he whispered, still in Parseltongue. He moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
Ginny didn't need to be told. The moment she felt him against her she froze. "What are you doing?" she breathed.
"Discouraging future attempts," he hissed into her ear. Her heart raced. He'd never done that before, whispered to her in Parseltongue. Something about it was just, breathlessly intimate.
Harry reached around her, taking her hand in his, and guided her cutting, as if he were instructing her.
Ginny reminded herself that if she didn't breathe she'd pass out and wouldn't be able to enjoy this. She knew she was blushing, but she didn't care. She leaned against him, and for just a moment, pretended that nothing between them was weird. A month ago this type of closeness between them would have been normal. She almost wished they could go back to that comfortable familiarity.
Sally remained uncharacteristically silent. Ginny could see Samantha staring at them. Though this type of closeness was normal before, not usually in front of people.
"I think it's working," Harry whispered in her ear, again in Parseltongue, and Ginny melted. She made a noise of agreement, not trusting herself to be able to respond verbally.
After another moment, Harry let her go and moved away to work on another part of their assignment. He didn't say anything, so neither did Ginny. She'd hoped that everything would suddenly be alright again, but the way he was careful to keep a respectable distance between them told her that it had just gone back to as awkward as it was before.
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After class was over, Harry hung back a moment. He waited until only he and Ginny remained, then went up to Remus. The first thing Remus did was give him a hug, which Harry had come to expect from him.
"Have you heard from them?" Harry asked, anxiously. They hadn't heard from Sirius and Heather since November, and Harry worried about them constantly.
"Just last night," Remus said. "He says to tell you that he got your letter, and the information you discovered fits everything they've seen so far, and that your plan to help the Weasleys was probably the best course of action."
Harry nodded, relieved. He wished that Sirius would just write to him once in a while, and not through Remus. He'd left it up to Sirius to decide if they were going to tell Remus about the attack planned on the school, because he wasn't sure if Remus would keep it a secret or not. He might have felt the need to tell Dumbledore. Apparently Sirius had agreed, which meant once more Harry was dealing with keeping part of the truth a secret while accepting Remus' help on the other part.
"Harry," Remus said, sitting down, "I don't mean to pry, but I worry about you, you know that. How is it that you're getting information that even Sirius doesn't know yet?"
Harry had feared Remus would ask. "I have informants," Harry said carefully. "I'm sorry I can't tell you more."
Remus nodded. "But, you're not doing anything dangerous?"
"No," Harry said with a smile, touched by Remus' concern.
Remus sighed, relieved. "Alright then. I'll let you know if he writes again."
"Thanks," Harry said, grabbing his books and following Ginny out.
"He really loves you," Ginny said when they turned down another hall.
"Who, Remus?"
Ginny nodded. "You can see it when he looks at you. Think about it. He was your father's other best friend. If he had been named your godfather, you wouldn't have had to go to your aunt and uncle."
"I wonder why they didn't."
"Isn't it obvious?" Ginny said, looking at him with her bright brown eyes. "He's a werewolf Harry. He couldn't have taken care of you."
"Oh, right, I guess he couldn't have."
"It's really, sad," Ginny said sympathetically. "I mean, he's probably been alone most of his life. I'm sure he wants a family, it's in his nature, but he can't really have one."
Harry offered her a shy smile. "You're good at that, you know. Figuring out what other people feel."
Ginny looked at her feet. "Obviously I wasn't very good at it with you."
Harry flushed. "Erm, I'll see you later," he said, taking an abrupt turn. He walked quickly, until she was out of sight. He leaned against the wall and took several deep breaths. It was so difficult being around her. Everything went back and forth; one minute everything was normal, and then the next it was all weird again.
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Ginny sat up with a gasp, and her first thought was that she was thankful she hadn't been crying this time. "Rosse?" Sally asked.
"Don't," Ginny said. "I'll be fine."
"If you ssay sso," Sally said, curling back up against Ginny. She couldn't let Sally call Harry. Even if it was a nightmare, he couldn't help her now. Everything was different now.
But as she rolled over, fighting the tears that hadn't started in the dream but threatened to fall now, she missed how everything had been before they'd found out.
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The Dream Team sat at the breakfast table, Ron and Hermione trying to encourage Harry and Ginny to eat. Neither of them had much of an appetite, due to the Quidditch game that was going to start in just a few hours.
The mail arrived and as always Harry watched carefully, hoping for word from Sirius and Heather. Once again he sighed, disappointed when the only mail that arrived was for Ginny.
The Weasleys wrote to them on a daily basis, on Harry's request, just to let them know that everything was still okay. Mr. Weasley was still going to work, refusing Harry's plea to stay at home and allow him to support them. It was yet another worry they all faced, whether or not Mr. Weasley had come home each day.
Ginny nodded as soon as she read the letter. That meant everybody was fine, and the other three sighed with relief. Suddenly Ginny's eyes widened and she choked on her drink.
"What is it, what's wrong?" Ron asked anxiously.
"Lynn's pregnant again!"
They stared at her, before Hermione asked. "She's what?"
"She's due in late May," Ginny said, setting the paper down.
"Is that even possible?" Ron asked incredulously.
Ginny blinked, and did some quick math in her head. "Mary was born in early June, so yes. Just barely though."
Harry was impressed. "Wow, go Bill."
Ron threw Harry a glare. Ginny went to tell her brothers the news. "Our brother's a beast," Fred exclaimed.
"This one has got to be a boy," George said.
"When is Sandy due?" Harry asked, knowing it had to be soon. She'd been showing at Christmas.
"End of this month, the twenty sixth, I think."
"Well Mary was late, my guess is Sandy's baby will be too."
"Have they decided on a name yet?" Hermione asked.
Ginny nodded. "If it's a boy they'll name him Jake. If it's a girl they'll name her Alyson."
"That means by the end of this year you two are going to have three nieces or nephews. That's pretty cool."
Fred and George had come to join them. "And, get this," George said, sitting down beside Harry. "We're not supposed to tell anybody, but Percy is going to propose to Penelope."
"Really? Oh wonderful!" Ginny exclaimed.
Fred nodded. "He's really nervous about it. He keeps writing to us to ask for advice. It's really sad how much of a loser he is."
"Fred," Hermione scolded, and hit Ron when he laughed.
"No but seriously. He's spent the past week debating between saying "Will you marry me?" or "Would you marry me?" It's getting tedious. He has to know she's going to say yes. I mean, she's been living with him since they graduated, and she follows him where ever his job takes him."
"In our last letter we offered to go and ask her for him."
"Well, I suppose after Percy that leaves you two," Ginny said with a grin. "Are you two gonna get married and have a bunch of little kids of your own to corrupt?"
"Of course we will," George said, looking at her as if she were stupid. "As soon as we can find somebody that will marry us, and some kind of medical miracle that will allow us to have children together."
They laughed at his joke, glad for the distraction from their nerves.
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Harry pulled on his dad's socks. He wasn't nervous, exactly, well, maybe just a little. Though Slytherin vs. Gryffindor was the most exciting match of the year, Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw was the most challenging, in Harry's mind at least.
The "backup" Gryffindor team sat in the locker room with them. Even though they weren't playing, they had wanted to be there to help cheer the team on. Harry thought it was a good idea for them to get an impression of what it was like in the locker room right before a game. The team had taken well to their "replacements" and had nearly adopted them. The twins liked to joke with them and had even started to help Ginny train them.
Harry felt guilty that he'd mostly been letting Ginny take care of them. He'd been so busy with his N.E.W.T.s that he'd neglected them. The two beaters were two boys, both in their second year. One of their chasers was a girl in her third year, whom Ginny had already known slightly. One of the other chasers was yet another second year boy, and Harry suspected that dorm room would be interesting after a game next year. The last was a little girl from first year. She was quite a little spit fire, so Harry wasn't worried about her being the youngest on the team.
There was a knock at the locker room door. Harry glanced around to make sure everybody was decent before going to answer it. His eyes lit up when he saw the Catapults.
"Hey Plummet," Tony said with a grin. "We just wanted to wish you all good luck."
"Thanks," Ginny said coming up beside him. "We're gonna need it."
"You'll be fine," Lad said, giving her a wink. "We're all up in the stands. Even managed to drag Natalie away from her oven long enough to come watch."
Harry allowed Tiffany to give him a hug. "What about Liam, Abby, and Anna?"
"Anna's wit' the girls a'home," Chuck said gruffly.
"And Liam is working," Chad added. Harry knew now that "working" for Liam could mean he was on the other side of the globe.
"But Abby is here, she's up there saving our seats." Brad ruffled Harry's hair. "Well, we'll let you go. Do good out there."
"Thanks," Harry said, and he did feel better. The team was amazing like that, they always cheered him up. He closed the door with a grin on his face, turning to his team. "Alright guys, they're right, we can do this."
It was a relief for Ginny to finally be back up in the air. This was one of the few places that things between her and Harry weren't, weird. Not that they had a lot of interaction on the Quidditch field as she was the Keeper and he was the Seeker, but it was nice not to have that pressure on top of the pressure of the game.
She watched the quaffle shoot around the field, while keeping an eye out for any bludgers that her brothers missed. She'd never been hit by them though, Fred and George were really good at guarding. They didn't always aim the bludgers toward the other team, but they did keep them away from their own.
She was feeling particularly invigorated this morning, which might have had something to do with the frustration that the past few days had caused. She and Harry were so hot and cold. He'd held her in Parenting that one day, and then she hadn't seen him for over two days. He'd literally skipped meals and slept in the chamber. Then he'd showed up for Quidditch practice and acted like he hadn't disappeared.
Their Hogsmeade visit was this coming Sunday. Harry was going to meet her at the restaurant, where the Catapults were going to drop him off as he had practice with them Saturday. Since the visit was in the morning and afternoon and not the evening, they were going out for lunch rather then dinner.
She shook her head and focused. She couldn't be thinking about it, not now, when there was a game to play.
The score was still dead tied at nothing an hour later when Harry spotted the snitch. Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw seeker, was using her usual tactic of following him around the field. So when he did spot the snitch, down below, he wasn't worried she'd beat him to it. He spared a moment to think that Tony would be pleased before going into one of his dives.
No matter how many times he did it, the rush of pride he felt every time he closed his hand around the tiny gold snitch never faded. And when Ginny rushed over and hugged him with an excited "You did it!" he didn't even feel awkward hugging her back.
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Saturday morning Lad walked into the Great Hall to pick up Harry. Harry shoved the rest of his breakfast in his mouth, said goodbye to his friends, and rushed over to him. Lad grinned at his enthusiasm. They had to walk down to Hogsmeade before he could apparate them away.
Ron, sitting with Ginny and Hermione, watched, confused. "He doesn't have his broom. And he's not in his team robes."
Sally started laughing, though she refused to tell them why.
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"Would you get in trouble if they knew we weren't going to practice, Harry?" Lad asked as they walked down the hill.
"I don't know," Harry admitted. "I mean, I guess. I'm not really supposed to leave except for practice. But that didn't stop me from coming to see you guys the weekend before the dance. Though I probably would have gotten in a lot of trouble if the staff had known I left."
As soon as they were in Hogsmeade Lad took Harry's hands and apparated them to the front yard of the Bowl household. "Why do you guys always come outside?" Harry asked.
Lad chuckled. "One too many times we've all apparated into the house at once and scared Natalie to death. She now makes us apparate out here. It's probably safer that way anyway."
When they walked in, Brad, Chad, Abby, Liam, Tony, and Tiffany were all seated at the table waiting for him. Chuck, Harry supposed, was at home. It wasn't that he didn't want to spend time with his teammates, but he was very devoted to his family and didn't leave them if he could help it. Natalie was in her usual spot in front of the stove. Harry wondered if the fact that she couldn't stop cooking was what made the triplets so big, or if because the triplets were so big she couldn't stop cooking.
Harry grinned at them. "You guys are so great."
Tiffany grinned back. "Operation "Harry's First Date" has officially begun."
Laughing, he sat down in the seat left empty for him. "Okay, Harry, do you have the place picked out?"
Harry nodded, telling them about the restaurant in Hogsmeade. Tiffany put a check next to the first line on the paper in front of her.
"Okay, next, what about Ron?"
Harry laughed again. Even they knew enough about Ron to know it would be bad if he knew Harry was dating his sister. "Hermione promised me she'd take care of it."
"An ally on the inside," Abby said enthusiastically. "Perfect."
Harry snickered again. "You guys are really getting into this."
"This is nothing," Liam said, resting his head on his hand and smiling. "You should have heard them last night."
"When did you get back?" Harry asked. He wasn't really sure where Liam had been, though the blonde had an amazing tan for mid winter.
"Last night," he answered, his smile broadening. "They were already deep in planning when I got here."
"What about clothes, Harry?"
He frowned. "Well, it's kinda dressy in the evenings, but we're required to wear our school robes on Hogsmeade trips."
"Well then, that takes half the fun out of it," Abby said frowning.
"Yeah, Abby doesn't get to dress you up."
She flashed Harry a smile. "I was hoping for an excuse to take you shopping."
"Okay, Harry, we're gonna help you practice. Pretend that Tony is Ginny. What are you going to say?"
Harry looked across the table at Tony, who was staring in disbelief at Tiffany. Unable to be serious, Harry burst out laughing. Abby pushed Tony out of the chair and sat across from Harry. "Okay, I'll be Ginny. Tell me what she's like so I know how to act."
Harry thought for a moment. He didn't know how to describe Ginny. "She's sweet," he said after a moment of thought. "She's nice to everybody. She's supportive. All she does is look out for me. She always tries to solve all my problems for me, or help me in any way she can. She always understands why I do things the way I do, and she always backs me up, even if she doesn't agree with me." He paused for a moment. "And she smells like sunshine and cinnamon," he finished with a smile.
Abby threw a hand to her heart and fell against Brad. "Oh, why can't you sound more like him?"
"What?" Brad asked, offended.
"You haven't got the faintest clue what I smell like. Chad, what does Liam smell like?"
"Sand," Chad responded instantly.
"See?" Abby said, hitting Brad in the shoulder. "Your brother is more romantic then you are."
"What? Do you want me to sniff you?"
She sighed. "You're missing the point." Brad rolled his eyes behind her back.
"Okay Harry, pretend that I'm Ginny."
Harry looked at her, but once again started laughing. The thought of Abby as Ginny was almost as ridiculous as Tony. Abby had this punk-hippie attitude that was so opposite Ginny's quiet nature.
"I don't think this is working," Chad observed.
"Do you have any ideas?" Tiffany asked, annoyed that he'd interrupted.
"Why don't you just ask him what he's nervous about?"
They all turned to Harry expectantly. Calming his laughter, he tried to answer. "I don't know. I'm nervous because I've never done anything like this before. I mean, last year I used to take her to the dances, but it was just fun and games."
"Ignore them, Harry," Tony said. "Take it from somebody who dates all the time. As long as you act story book romantic, everything will be fine."
"Says the one who's gone through three girls in the past week," Tiffany said, her nose curling.
"Oh, you're a lot of help Tiff. Have you ever even been on a date?"
Their fight was cut off by Liam, who merely put a hand out between them. They stopped without another word. Harry wished he'd be able to do that to Ron and Hermione. He wasn't sure if Tony and Tiffany reminded him of Ron and Hermione, or of two siblings who really hated each other.
"Alright guys. I've got to go. Good luck tomorrow, Harry," Lad said standing.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked, noticing for the first time that Lad was dressed up.
"He's got a date."
"Really?" Harry asked. "What's she like?"
"Don't know yet," he said with a grin. "Haven't met her."
"She's a model," Chad said with a matching grin.
"A French model," Brad added. "Make sure you find out what she smells like," he called as Lad left. Abby smacked Brad again, making Harry think back to Sally's joke about an abusive relationship. He wondered if he and Ginny would ever be as comfortable as Abby and Brad were, or Chad and Liam.
"Alright, Harry, we've got a back up plan," Abby said, pulling out a stack of movies. "I'm a half blood," Abby explained when he looked surprised to see Muggle movies. "I got the triplets to set up a television in the family room. Well, actually Liam and I set it up. The triplets kinda just stared at us."
"Are you a half blood?" Harry asked. Liam tended to keep everything to himself unless asked directly.
He shook his head. "I'm a pure blood, but my step mother was a Muggle, and neither of my half brothers were wizards, so I grew up in a Muggle household."
Harry found himself being forced to watch movies that were commonly tagged as "chick flicks", while Tiffany, Abby, and Tony pointed out the things he should do. All these things seemed to involve a lot of kissing, crying, and cheesy music. Somehow he doubted this was going to help much tomorrow.
As it grew late, Tony and Tiffany had to leave. They both wished him good luck, giving him a last bit of advice. Tiffany's was that as long as he loved her everything would work out. Tony's was that as long as he acted like he loved her everything would work out.
Natalie made dinner for them, and Harry was impressed once again with her cooking. He asked her about why she loved to cook so much. She told him that her plan had been to open a restaurant, but eventually figured that the triplets ate just as much, and as long as they supported her, she'd cook for them.
"Abby, what do you do?" Harry asked, realizing that he didn't know.
"I used to work helping to protect endangered magical animals," she said, chewing on a bean. He'd also learned she was a vegetarian. "But when Brad and I got engaged he insisted that I quit, because they wanted to station me permanently in Australia. So I'm currently, "independent" as Brad puts it," she said, using her fingers to put quote marks around the word. "Which really just means unemployed and bored stupid, but I suppose he's worth it."
Harry noticed that Liam and Chad had suddenly gotten very quiet, but decided not to question it. He had a feeling he'd just brushed on a sensitive subject between them, considering how much Liam traveled.
Harry was making himself up a bed on the couch by the time Lad returned. Everybody else in the house was asleep, or at least in their respective rooms. "How'd it go?" Harry asked.
Lad was momentarily surprised by his presence, but recovered quickly. "Wonderfully."
Harry nodded. "I'll take that as a good omen that mine will to."
"I hope it does, Harry," Lad said, ruffling his hair. "We'll talk more in the morning. Go to sleep, you've got a big day ahead of you."
"I will. Goodnight Lad."
"Goodnight," he said, walking down the hall to his room, knocking three times on Natalie's door to tell her that he was back. The triplets used that code a lot. One knock meant Brad, two Chad, and three was Lad.
Harry knew that had he been at school he would have been too nervous to sleep. But the Catapults once again had calmed him down, and he fell asleep shortly after Lad said goodnight.
(A/N: Me: Draco and I have been keeping mostly silent in these past few chapters. We've just been so busy dishing them out! pets her muse Draco But I'd just like a few minutes to talk a bit. Things do seem to be moving kind of fast, but that's because there's not a lot left for this year. I hope to finish it in a few more chapters.
Draco: So we can see more of me.
Me: Yes! Cause sixth year is so much more interesting! Wee! I can't WAIT.
Draco: Not that that means it won't take her thirty years.
Me: Shush you. Alright, so here's what I'd LIKE to do, even if that won't happen. I leave in a few days for California, to attend a summer writing program at Stanford University. takes a bow I'm going to STANFORD! Wee! Anyway, I'd like to have this done before I leave. I'd like to finish the prequel while I'm there. Then Gwen and I will get working on year six. No promises that I'll actually accomplish this, but I'm trying!
Draco: and failing.
Me: Shush you. Some comments on the past few chapters. I love them I like how Harry's growing up, I like how everything isn't just coming together for him and Ginny like two pieces of a cliché puzzle, I love the Catapults because they're such a perfect mix of personalities. You notice they're in like every chapter? That's because, well, as sad as it is, I CREATED THEM! I love Harry and Ginny and all, but my heart is with Sally and Heather and the Catapults, and Abby, Liam and Natalie because, well, they're MINE. So I hope you like them too because you'll be seeing quite a bit of them! Especially next year!)