Disclaimer: See Chapter One

Updated Friday 27th May 2005

Chapter Eighty: Changing Perspectives

Severus had been tidying his classroom after the last class on the first day back from his hellish Summer. His fifth year Ravenclaw and Slytherins had just departed, and he was inexplicably drawn to a particular desk. Retrieving a abandoned set of scales that the table's previous occupant had carelessly left behind, Severus was hit with an eerie sense of de ja vu. Sitting down on the student's modest stool heavily, the weary Potions Master fought to collect himself. It had been many years since he had defiled himself into sitting in one of the uncomfortable student stools in his classroom, but of course there was once a time when it was a regular practice to him. He realised with a start that the very desk he was seated behind was one he had favoured throughout his Potions education at Hogwarts. It was far enough away from the front of the classroom to not draw unwanted attention from the teacher and yet a safe distance from the shadowy back row from which the trouble makers used to like to try and throw things into the neighbouring row's cauldrons. Most pertinently, Severus mused, it was close to the supply table; not so close that sitting there would prove a distraction on account of the thundering steps bustling to and from the students supplies, but close enough to guarantee early pickings of the best of the ingredients supplied by the school. By his juvenile calculations, it had been the optimum location to work uninhibited.

Glancing towards the empty seat at the desk directly beside him, Severus felt the ghostly burn of twinkling eyes smirking at him as their owner habitually anticipated his movements behind the cauldron, causing their hands to brush as they simultaneously reached for ingredients and tools. Rubbing his left hand at the memory, Severus glared down at the desk, willing himself to remember more than just a random sensation.

'Just who are you really?' His voice from his adolescence echoed through his mind suddenly as a long forgotten conversation began to play itself out in Severus' mind. Observing the scene from a third person perspective, Severus was able to draw a much clearer perspective. The rhythm and expressions of the strange newcomer to his class in fifth year were distinctly that of Estella. He didn't know how or why he didn't realise that sooner - as her skills were starting to develop. Surely something in his niece's movements should have reminded him of the girl from his past.

'But why?' A voice in his mind questioned him mercilessly. 'You had no reason to think the girl was from another time.'

He knew now, without a doubt, that the mysterious girl who entered into his fifth year as Aries Ollerton was his niece.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Severus whispered to the empty room, although, deep down, he already had his answer.

"Sirius! Come along, you have got to eat something! You're wasting away up there!" A desperate Remus Lupin stuck his head through the doorway of his Goddaughter's bedroom to find, predictably, the child's grieving father curled up on an armchair by the empty bed.

Sighing, the lone wolf entered the room and sat on the edge of the bed gingerly, so as to face his friend. "I miss her too, Paddy." He confessed, his voice cracking a little. "But there's still a possibility she will come home to us! We mustn't give up hope!"

Sirius choked back a sob and wrapped his arms around the mangy looking soft toy tighter. "We left her there, Moony." He said brokenly, burying his face in the beloved toy dog's fur as though trying to extract the very essence of its owner out of it. "No one…"

"Stop it." Remus said shakily, his hands gripping either side of the armchair as he leant forward to whisper. "She stayed behind for a reason."

Glassy grey orbs shifted from the amber lights of its friend's and lingered sadly on a photograph on the bedside table behind him. It depicted a candid moment between child and Godfather.

"That should have been me." Sirius said, his voice wavering. "I had only just gotten her back!"

Strong yet gentle hands moved to comfort the gaunt, haunted man before them. "It can still be you, Sirius." Remus said encouragingly. "Don't you remember what it was like? She may not have told us who she was to us, Padfoot, but she looked up to you."

"Yes, and I threw it back in her face, didn't I?" Sirius said bitterly. "She'll hate me now!"

Remus faltered. "It was harmless fun, Sirius." He tried to reassure the fugitive. "She'll come to realise that. We were just kids, Sirius. Estella got to meet her mother, Sirius! I can't help but to think how much of a dream come true that must have been for her!"

Thin, reluctant lips, forced themselves into a wane smile. "She was happy," Sirius conceded. "I suppose I can't ask much more…"

"Don't talk in past tense like that." Remus shook his friend's forearms in frustration. "We don't know that for sure! We can't let ourselves go like this, Sirius! She'll come back, I know she will… and when she does she will need us to be strong for her! When she comes back it will hardly be easy for her to adjust to the fact that people she had, in her mind, just seen, have been dead for nearly thirteen years."

Grey eyes met amber once more. "Why didn't she tell us who she was, Remus? We could have changed things!"

"I don't know, Sirius" Remus said sadly. "I think only Dumbledore or Estella could answer that for us now."

"I just want her back, Moony." Sirius said forlornly, pulling at the loose tufts of hair on the well-loved stuffed toy absently. "I want them both back."

Sensing the need to lighten the mood, Remus forced a smile. "Why?" He asked, "so you can explain to her why you tried to set your daughter up with her Godfather?"

Sirius balked, his face turning a crimson shade of red. "I… oh bloody hell!" he wiped a hand over his face in despair. "No wonder she was so damn disinterested!"

"I never thought I'd say it, but this is one time I am actually glad that she is more stubborn than you!" Remus' lips twitched.

"Moony…" Sirius' voice broke through the comfortable silence that followed. "You… you… tell me you didn't…"

"…have dishonourable intentions towards your daughter?" Remus finished for him, shuddering slightly. Sirius nodded. "No, Sirius. I didn't."

"You didn't?" Sirius jolted in his chair. "But I… James… we…"

"You thought wrong, Paddy." Remus smirked. "I'm a werewolf, Sirius. If her words were not clear enough, then her scent was."

"But you gravitated around her! You… you…" Sirius spluttered.

"She didn't welcome romantic intentions, Sirius, but she was very welcoming to my friendship." Remus sighed. "At times I'd even swear she was more comfortable around me than even you or James."

"You can tell all that from a person's scent?" Sirius asked. Remus nodded. "Merlin, James and I really thought we were on a good thing… trying to set the two of you up."

"You sound disappointed at the failure." Said Remus. "Would you rather I did fall for her, knowing what we know now?"

"No, no, of course not!" Sirius said quickly, shaking his head violently before burying it shamefully in his hands as the realisation dawned on him. "Oh hell, I tried to set my daughter up with her Godfather!"

One downside to her selection of electives, was that Estella was in hardly any of the same subjects as her mother, Remus or Lily, who she had yet to really become acquainted with. Instead, Estella found herself in the omnipresent company of Sirius and James, two men that up until that point in her life, remained an enigma.

"Hey Ollie," James cooed at her cockily, flaunting the use of the Marauder's nickname for her in the full knowledge that she hated it. "Lend us your History of Magic notes will you? Paddy and I fell asleep again."

"Well if you weren't up all night yesterday sneaking into the library under that cloak of yours to borrow another book about Animagi from the restricted section you wouldn't have that problem now, would you?"

"Come on, Aries, tell us how you know these things!" Sirius pleaded, once again unnerved by the girl who always seemed to know more about their activities than she let on.

"You may think you're smart, but I can read you like a book." Estella warned them. "Everyone knows if you're after a truly deceptive schemer you look towards Slytherin House. Gryffindors are utterly predictable creatures of habit… and notoriously bad at remembering to put up privacy wards when discussing their plans rather loudly in public."

"You talk as though you are an expert on house politics, and what, you've been here how long?" Sirius looked at her curiously.

"I can read, you know." Estella rolled her eyes. "If you had bothered to check, Hogwarts: A History has a lengthy preamble on inter-house relations and the inbound characteristics of the respective classmen." Shaking her head at the boy's bewildered looks, she continued seriously. "News flash, gentlemen. No one is invincible! You had better clean up your game and be a little more observant if you're going to survive this war."

"Are you declaring a prank war?" James asked, confused at her inference, but altogether eager for the challenge.

"No you narrow-minded git, I'm referring to the bigger picture." Estella sighed, trying not to glare openly at Peter, who was always the silent third party in the Gryffindor's dalliances. "In case you've been too busy skiving classes and creating mischief to realise it, the Wizarding world is headed towards a war. Such arrogant notions of invincibility will only get you killed."

"We bloody well know that." Sirius snapped at her. "I have to put up with rubbish from my family every holidays, and James' dad is a Auror. We're not blind."

"Could have fooled me." She snapped back, again glaring at Peter, who shied away slightly. Oh how she wanted to confront Peter and wring his scrawny little neck! The only thing that was stopping her was not knowing exactly when he changed sides – if she hexed him without cause it might serve as the factor that motivated him to switch sides sooner; and she couldn't risk changing time like that.

"Well excuse me for wanting to actually enjoy what little we get to have of our childhood before we're enlisted to fight a ruddy war." James scowled, leering at her.

"Ok, ok." Estella sighed. "But I got to tell you, it will really help you later on if you take at least some of your classes seriously. Overcoming an enemy isn't all about Defence Against the Dark Arts you know. Now if you excuse me, I would like to finish my essay on the Muggle Television."

Two sets of eyes rolled at her.

"Honestly Ollerton." James said congenially. "You're wasting your efforts."

"Everyone knows Muggle Studies is an easy E." Sirius cut in, finishing James' sentence. "The way you apply yourself to it, I wonder why you just didn't do Ancient Runes with Selina!"

James nodded in confirmation. "Yep, a true Ravenclaw you are." He said solemnly. "Yet the only one in this class, why is that?"

Estella narrowed her eyes at the pair. "Maybe I have career aspirations in Muggle Relations." She said smarmily, before adding in a sing-song voice. "Everyone knows Ancient Runes is only good for curse breaking and charm development."

"Yeah, but that's swell." Sirius argued, rapping his knuckle on her head lightly for emphasis. "Right ol' challenge for that meaty Ravenclaw brain of yours."

"If it's so 'swell', then why don't you do it then?" Estella retorted, brushing his hand aside irritably. "I would have imagined such skills were more important to the Auror's program than Muggle Studies!"

"Ah but there you are wrong, Ollie." James drawled. "Knowing how Muggles operate is vitally important in field work."

Shaking her head in defeat, Estella grimaced at the persistent Gryffindors. "If I give you my notes will you quit bugging me and let me get back to my work?" She hissed.

"Ah you know you love us." Sirius smirked, his eyes dancing as he gave Estella a playful kiss on the cheek in thanks. "Thanks love!"

Estella handed over the copied history notes, an unreadable expression on her face as she brought her hand up to rub her flaming cheek.

"Hey! Whoa! Back up the Thestrals there!" Sirius splayed his hands out in front of him. "I didn't mean it that way!" He protested. "My heart is already bound to the life of another."

"Oh yeah, who?" James smirked, already knowing the answer.

"Why who else?" Sirius clapped his right hand over his heart stoically. "Selina and our unborn children, of course!"

Estella couldn't help but stare into her father's eyes after that comment, a far away look on her face. Merlin, Sirius must have lusted after her mother for a long while if his feelings were truly that strong for her already - the pair only having just started to date following the events of the last week of Summer at the Potter's.

"What?" Sirius asked finally, beginning to get a little unnerved by the intensity of her gaze.

"Oh, er, nothing. I just think that's, er, very noble." Estella said unconvincingly, ducking her head back down to concentrate on her essay. "Though goodness knows why Selina would want to marry you."

"Touche." Sirius grimaced, having clearly set himself up for that one, before returning to plotting the Marauder's next big prank with James and Peter, leaving Estella to procrastinate over the warring thoughts in her mind.

'Should I tell him?' She wondered, or was it just the homesickness she felt for her family back home that urged her to disclose her secret?

Sirius was in the attic of his marital home, visiting the magically altered pen that housed his gallant, winged saviour, Buckbeak. Remus and Sirius had been forced to return to his home near Kings Cross after Kreacher's reaction to Estella's disappearance.

Ever since he had seen his daughter with the magnificent beast – and ever since said animal borne him to safety that night in the West Tower – Sirius had felt connected to the Hippogriff for not only did the two of them share a history, but the creature served as a reminder of his daughter. Sitting on the floor, leaning against the body of the slumbering crossbreed, Sirius closed his eyes and reminisced on another reason why the Hippogriff represented such a strong connection between father and daughter.

Flashback

"Today class, we will be learning about Hippogriffs." The young and highly ambitious Professor Kettleburn addressed his Care of Magical Creatures class. "Now who can enlighten us on the necessary safety protocol one must employ when approaching a Hippogriff?"

Estella – as Aries – raised her hand enthusiastically. She was the only one who had. Professor Kettleburn's face lit up as he nodded towards Estella. "Yes, Miss Ollerton?"

"Hippogriffs command a great deal of respect from their allies." Estella recited. "To enter the personal space of such a creature it is advised that you bow first, much like you would before a Wizarding duel. Only when the Hippogriff bows back – accepts you – is it safe to step forth."

"Well done Aries! Five points to Ravenclaw. Would you care to demonstrate to the class?" Professor Kettleburn urged, smiling brightly at his student's enthusiastic nod. "Hagrid, if you could call the Hippogriff?"

Rubeus Hagrid, Hogwarts' gamekeeper, whistled deeply, summoning the Hippogriff. A few short moments later and the air was rippling with the sound of flapping wings as a magical half-horse, half-eagle creature gracefully swept towards the ground, coming to a stop in the clearing in front of the class.

"Class, meet Emeritus. Aries, if you would like to step forward."

The girl in question strode forward with familiar ease, not hesitating at all before going through the motions of earning the imposing creature's trust. Sirius had watched the interplay between the unassuming girl in awe – as daring as he considered himself, he knew he wouldn't be able to do the same thing without reassurance. Not when it involved a creature he was so unversed in.

"Bloody hell!" James whistled lowly from his place at Sirius' side. "Looks like Ollie's got a bit of Gryffindor in her."

The pair watched on as their friend stroked the Hippogriff's mane and whispered unheard words in its ear.

"Would you like to ride him?" Professor Kettleburn asked, rubbing his hands together hopefully. "Compare the natural agility of a creature of the sky to the skill of one of your father's brooms, perhaps?"

At this, the girl at the centre of the class' attentions faltered, her hand pausing on the Hippogriff's mane. Her back straightening in apparent alarm, the child turned slowly to answer her teacher.

"Uh, alright." She said, with a hesitancy that belied her prior confidence as she shot Sirius and James a unreadable look. It was not until many years later that the black dog animagus was to realise that her discomfort was not borne of a fear of the animal, but rather the reluctance to perpetuate the lie shielding her true identity.

Professor Kettleburn, meanwhile, was eying the student's reaction thoughtfully. "Perhaps another volunteer would like to accompany Miss Ollerton on her voyage…" He said wistfully, his eyes scanning the group of students. "Ah, Mr Black. This would be right up your alley I imagine."

Sirius nodded astutely, flashing the girl he did not yet know to be his daughter a reassuring smile. "I'd be delighted to." He said gentlemanly, as he mirrored the other student's actions in dealing with the Hippogriff, not wanting to decline and be outdone by a girl.

"You'll take care of us, won't you, fella?" Sirius whispered in the Hippogriff's ear, his eyes locking with Estella's, who was already on the creature's back; before accepting his teacher's help in mounting the stead.

Grasping hold of Estella's waist with his strong, Quidditch-playing hands, he tightened his hold as the Hippogriff took to flight. Oblivious to the real nature of the girl's rigidity, he held her closer, and lowered his head to rest by her ear.

"Don't worry." He said, willing the girl in his arms to relax. "I won't let you go, I promise. James would hardly take so kindly to being splattered with brain matter from the fall."

End Flashback.

Sirius' eyes flew open with a fresh dew of moisture splattering his lashes. He just had to be an ass and say that to her, didn't he? How could he be so stupid? Knowing just how much of a big deal it was for his little girl to get in the air like that, the ramifications of what that imagery would have done to her made him physically ill. It was the last think she'd needed to hear, especially from him. He could only hope she had taken it as the foolish joke of a fifteen year old idiot and not hold it against him as her father.

There, in his place leaning against Emeritus' descendent, Sirius could almost still feel the comforting form of his daughter as she had cocooned herself between him and the hippogriff for dear life. Of course he didn't know at the time that he was her father, but she knew, and she accepted his presence; and that's all that mattered. On a subconscious level, Sirius was even willing to admit that perhaps he knew all along that he and the mysterious 'Aries Ollerton' shared some kind of bond; for ever since he had first seen her, he had felt drawn to her. Not drawn to her by way of some kind of physical attraction or superficial interest in what she could charm his broom to do, but rather her presence awoke an unacknowledged, dormant protective instinct in him.

A distinctively paternal instinct.

Sirius shuddered in light of his solitude and wrapped his arms around himself tightly. He didn't know what was worse, having gone twelve years without ever holding his daughter or having held her when he was not of mind to truly appreciate it.

"Aries!" Sirius sat down heavily next to his Transfiguration partner as he found her scowling angry over an essay for said subject in the library after class. "Have I done something wrong? I feel like you've been avoiding me since that Hippogriff ride. You were completely out of it all lesson."

Turning her attention away from the Transfiguration textbook to look her father in the eye tiredly, Estella sighed. "It's nothing, Sirius." She said quietly. "You wouldn't understand."

"Try me." Sirius replied challengingly. "I don't know what it is about you, but I want to look out for you, you know?"

"I've noticed." Estella admitted tightly. "And it's appreciated. It's just… strange… being around… around… so many people."

"Right, after being home schooled all that time." Sirius confirmed, his eyes narrowing when Estella nodded, her mood still in murky waters.

"Aries?" Sirius asked, his brow furrowed in concern. "Did… did Selina say something to you? Is she mad at me for some reason? I… I haven't led you on or something have I? You know that I like Selina, right? We hooked up over Summer… you were there…"

Rubbing her eyes wearily, Estella glanced back at her inquisitive father. Her strange behaviour since the incident on the Hippogriff had not gone unnoticed, and it appeared he was not going to let it go without a satisfactory explanation. Loathe to reveal herself to him right there, Estella had to think of something else, and fast.

"I suffer from vertigo, Sirius." Estella snapped. "Do you know what that means?"

"Uh, vaguely." Sirius said, confused about where this was going. "Oh, shite… and you got up on that Hippogriff?"

"Yes, yes I did, Sirius." Estella said. "And as if that wasn't terrifying enough I had some impulsive Gryffindor fill my head with imagery of my brain splattering all over the forest floor."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know heights freaked you out so much." Sirius said sincerely. "It was just a joke."

"I… I know." Estella conceded. "It just awoke an old fear."

"Well maybe I can make it up to you one day." Sirius said. "You shouldn't have to hide from your fears."

The look Estella gave him after that caused the young Gryffindor to look away. Averting his eyes to the parchment of crossed out sentences and angry red marks, he frowned at the Transfiguration text. "Trouble in Transfiguration?" He asked suddenly.

"I hate this. It's my worst subject." Estella admitted ashamedly. "I can't seem to get it right… but you should know that, you've had to put up with me all term."

"I've seen your wandwork." Her Transfiguration partner frowned. "Your hand action is well-refined and your incantations are clear." He looked down at the parchment. "Perhaps you need to work on your visualisation."

"Visualisation?"

Sirius nodded. "When you try and transfigure something into another thing, what do you picture in your mind?" He made himself more comfortable in his chair and started waving his hands around in emphasis. "Do you, like, try and transfigure the item to look like something that actually exists, like something you know and have memorised?"

Estella nodded.

"Then you're doing it wrong." Sirius said simply, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin on his face.

"Oh well, obviously!" Estella scowled at him. "And that's supposed to help me, how?"

"I don't know." Sirius smirked. "Ask me for help and I'll consider it."

Estella narrowed her eyes at her future father haughtily, her first instinct to turn him out won over instead by her natural desire to learn. Inwardly, she recalled one of her father's earliest comments to her about wanting to be responsible for teaching her something she didn't know. And so, she indulged his pompous, fifteen year old self.

"Will you please help me with my Transfiguration?" Estella asked in a exaggerated pleading tone.

"No need to sound so desperate!" Sirius smirked. "I would have settled for a exclamation of 'Help!'"

"I think I'll leave the exclamations of help to the Beatles." Estella muttered. Sirius looked at her funny. "Oh, nothing… just give me a hand, will you?"

Reading through her heavily vexed notes quickly and announcing them useless, Sirius screwed up the piece of paper and presented Estella with a fresh, new page.

"All you got to do is picture it in your mind." Sirius said simply. "Don't base it on a memory of whatever you're trying to transfigure – use your imagination."

"I don't understand." Estella screwed up her face in frustration. "How are you supposed to transfigure anything if you don't have at least some memory or knowledge of what the item you are aiming for looks like?"

"Well there is that." Sirius said. "But you're trying too hard! Embellish a little! A pincushion doesn't have to be a clone of the example McGonagall shows us in class! If you didn't catch what all the details were, then fill in the gaps yourself. So long as the general purpose of the item is the same, she's not going to care if you've added a personal touch by adding flying snitches to it or changed the colour. Just make sure there's no trace of the original item in it."

"But… but…" Estella faltered. Had she been trying too hard to replicate perfect copies that she had overlooked the entire point?

"No buts, Aries!" Sirius wagged his finger at her before stabbing it down on the blank piece of parchment. "How do you think a Wizard transfigures something they've never seen? They think about what they need it for, then use their imaginations to define a object that could be used for that purpose."

"But that won't help me in class." Estella groaned. "McGonagall marks us on our ability to replicate.."

"Yes because we get to see what we are to transfigure." Sirius rolled his eyes. "She doesn't expect us to make perfect copies… that comes with time… but you have to at least demonstrate that you can visualise the item in your mind and channel it in your casting. She's said as much in class, don't you listen?" He handed her wand to her from where she had sat it beside her book. "Why don't you give it a go."

"You don't really make much sense." Estella shook her head, she was still having a difficult time reconciling the 'nice' Professor McGonagall she had now to the demanding one she'd had to contend with since first year; and not knowing which of the two teachings to follow. "I don't see how…"

"Just… look." Sirius said, holding up her quill, waving it in front of her face before hiding it. "Now describe what you would think in your mind if you were going to transfigure this piece of parchment here into a quill."

"Well I would try and think of his length… its colour…" Estella furrowed her brow.

"That's all wrong! You're detracting away from what it actually is… which is a quill!" Sirius shook his head in frustration. "Look, Aries, think of it this way. I'm asking you to tell me what you think of when I say the word 'quill'."

A pause.

"You want me to answer?"

"No, I'm sitting in silence for my health." Sirius drawled. "Now go on, 'quill'."

"Writing instrument… feather… it has a nib…" Estella ran off.

"What, no description of colour?" Sirius threw back at her, his eyes knowing. "Picture what you just pictured in your head when I said the word quill just now; and try to transfigure that parchment into that."

Estella did what Sirius suggested and successfully transfigured her parchment into a glossy black quill – incidentally identical to one she knew her Uncle in the future favoured at his desk, which had been most pointedly embedded into her mind as what she associated with the word 'quill'. Sure, it did not look identical to the quill Sirius had taken from her desk, but it was a mostly functional quill and looked nothing like the piece of parchment it had once been.

"Wow." Estella said, gingerly picking up the quill that her mind had constructed and inspecting it closely as though to determine if it was real. "I'd only ever managed to transfigure a stodgy replica of my quill's feather before. This at least has something of a nib."

"That's because you focused too much on the incidentals." Sirius informed her. Taking the quill from her and testing it out. "There, now this is getting somewhere."

"But wouldn't I get marked down for getting the colour of the feather wrong?" Estella frowned.

"Estella, when McGonagall marks us, she looks to see if we can change a piece of parchment into a quill. What we see as a example is just an example… to help people who, say, have never seen a quill, or whatever the object may be, before." Sirius explained. "If anyone has taught you differently… telling you that you have to make a perfect duplicate… Merlin, it's no wonder you're stunted."

Estella frowned. When she had first started Transfiguration she had a pretty handy knack of it… but her objects were never quite like their models, with subtle changes to colour etc. McGonagall always chose to come down on her for it; stating that she'd had more of an advantage over the other students (living at the school and doing magic before her time) and so she had to expect her to do better. As time progressed and Estella became so wrapped up in concentrating on all the little details, she lost sight of the bigger picture and was unable to transfigure her items to even function like they should – a little red matchstick was rendered as useful as a toothpick, and her matchbox became a solid box with no match drawer… but for all intensive purposes they looked like a perfect copy of the example matchstick/box.

"My old teacher gave me the impression that if it wasn't a perfect copy then it wasn't a successful transfigurement." Estella scowled, thinking of how much more difficult the Gryffindor housemistress had made it for her. "If I had produced a quill like that in class she would have chewed my head off about not making it the exact same as my example quill."

"Wench." Sirius scowled. "Didn't she realise that you were just a student? Only fully trained Wizards who specialise in Transfiguration can be expected to pull off a perfect replica every time! No wonder you cracked under the pressure. If I knew who this woman was I'd prank her for you…"

"Ah well, guess you will just have to prank McGonagall instead." Estella suggested hopefully.

"Like I need an excuse." Said Sirius, smiling wryly.

End Chapter: Changing Perspectives