A/N: This chapter takes place right where chapter 11 ended, so they've just arrived at the Lestrange Mansion after the wedding. Sorry about the long wait, but this is the longest chapter yet (some 5,500 words), so that should be a little comforting. There is important stuff in this note, though:

The rating has been upped again, and once you read the chapter, you'll know why.

Enjoy Chapter 12 : "The Wedding Night"

Bellatrix stepped out of the elaborate fire place and into the welcoming room. As the house had belonged to Lestrange wizards since its creation, every aspect of it was tailored to Wizarding life. The floo room was indeed much more elaborate than the entry way of the front door. In this respect, there wouldn't be much for Bellatrix to adapt to. She had been raised in a mansion similar to this, with all commodities arranged for Wizard-kind. These only made the larger changes in her life seem more extreme. She would be sitting in a grand dining hall being served by house elves, chatting of owls and magic, but she would be a married woman, graduated, and a secret devotee of the Dark Lord. Glancing out the window, Bella saw the gardens that she would certainly spend a great amount of time in, just thinking and grabbing any moment of peace she could privilege herself to.

She was brought back into her new reality by a hand on her shoulder. She turned her head to her husband.

"Like the scenery? I dare say you'll be seeing it a lot. Now that you'll be living here…"

Bella couldn't tell if he was actually concerned, or just wanted to make a reference to the fact that he'd finally get to share a bed with her every night, among other things.

"Come. I want to show you our room," he said, leading her to another part of the castle.

As he shut the door behind them, the excitement in Rodolphus grew. He would thoroughly enjoy his evening, with Bellatrix who was now his.

Bellatrix also felt the excitement, happy to get the first night out of the way, considering how nervous she felt. What if she wasn't good enough for him? No. She was a Black. She was proud, talented and beautiful. She'd secure her marriage with everything she was. She even surprised Rodolphus as she made the first move towards him and brought her lips to his in a burning kiss. It was quickly returned, and she could feel his hands on her back as he removed her wedding robes. Bellatrix marveled at how they had been so preciously kept earlier and now were being discarded onto the floor in the haste of passion. Soon, Bellatrix couldn't marvel that coherently as Rodolphus' body covered hers as she spread herself out on her bed which she would admire the beauty of later.

Bellatrix felt lost, but not in any way she had experienced before. This was a passionate lost, letting herself be drowned by all her senses. She could smell the desire lacing through her hair and onto the black satin sheets it disappeared into. She could feel the heat from his hand on her breast. She could see the blaze coursing through his eyes as they scanned her body. For the first time in her life, Bellatrix Black surrendered herself completely to another human being. Her whole body received his touch and caress as she explored him. Maybe more amazing than her allowances to him, was the freedom he gave her as well. No part of him was beyond her ability to reach. It was as if she could interpret his thoughts directly into physical actions. She could feel her body preparing itself to succumb to definitive desire.

The muscles in his arm rippled as his hand traversed her chest. The ecstasy soon to come was quickly replaced by something else, but she couldn't process it. It wasn't until she realized that her arm was too stiff to grasp his hair that she noticed it. The familiar feeling seeping through the new adventures she had been gearing up for. She saw it in his eyes as well. The fervor, the devotion, and most importantly, the pain. She followed his now stilled hand to his arm where the Mark was burning. Her own left fore arm was ablaze as well. They were being summoned.

They were being summoned? That can't be right! she thought, denial encompassing her. The Dark Lord had known what today was. She hadn't heard anything of a mission or a meeting. Weren't there more important things? Bella closed her eyes tightly as she controlled the thoughts running through her head. How dare she question the Dark Lord? A war was being waged, there was nothing more important. This very thing would only be preserved by their victory. She had never once questioned the summons before, no matter the small inconvenience. Perhaps this was a test? Perhaps he had to make sure that any bond established by his most loyal of followers could never exceed the loyalty they had pledged to him.

With determination, she looked up at Rodolphus, ready to put all else on hold. He held the exact same expression. Both had realized the importance of what they had committed to. Sacrifice was something they had long ago accepted, but perhaps only now realized the extensiveness of. However much Bella agreed with this, she was a little disappointed that Rodolphus hadn't needed any convincing to abandon their present activities for something vastly less enjoyable. Had she still not been up to par with him? Was this whole marriage simply founded in convenience and physical attraction on his part? Bellatrix was even more confused. Her husband slid off her and started searching around the room for his clothes. She pulled his pants out from the sheets and threw them at him. She sat up and summoned her clothing from the suitcase propped up by the door. With a sigh, she got dressed and swallowed the remnants of her desire as she mentally prepared herself for whatever horrors the Dark Lord would request of her that evening. Somehow, she couldn't shake the feeling that she would prepare for Rodolphus later, in much the same way.

"This matter needed to be attended to immediately, and I doubt any of you were involved in activities as important as this," The Dark Lord stated, a smug look overriding his features as he addressed his assembled Death Eaters.

She wanted to slap that smirk right off his face.

"Bellatrix, you'll be going with MacNair and Goyle into the house first," he snapped at her, looking directly into her eyes as if he had heard her thoughts. He had of course, reminding Bella of her place and present company. She needed to keep her guard up if she were to survive the night. Her task would be to infiltrate all the defenses as soon as possible. This required stealth and grace. Neither of which were traits MacNair or Goyle possessed. The Dark Lord had done that on purpose, the selfish, power-hungry…

"Lestrange, you'll be in the bar distracting the young Miss Cargew in any way you see fit. I suggest you lead her into another room so that she can not see anyone coming through the entryway and set off an alarm," came the final instructions.

So her husband was to seduce a petty muggleborn witch on their wedding night? Bellatrix was appalled at the lengths The Dark Lord would go to secure his loyalties. She wouldn't lose this battle of wills though. She couldn't allow herself to be useless. There was no turning back from the commitment she had made. If Bellatrix knew anything, she knew that becoming a Death Eater was final. If you couldn't bear the responsibility, you were dead. Even if you did accept your duties, you'd probably die eventually anyways. That was the paradox awaiting Riddle's orders. Few of his most faithful servants would survive to see the day when their efforts would finally take over their world. All of their lives could be sacrificed so that The Dark Lord's would be preserved. None of them mattered in the end. What a way to reward their dedication than throw away their lives and toy with their feelings. Tom knew she loved him, knew she needed this with Rodolphus or she'd go insane, and he threw every obstacle in her way he could come up with.

But she wouldn't lose his game. She would be the loyal servant. She'd raise herself up above all the others. She could fuel her dedication with all the confusion coursing through her. Bellatrix wouldn't be a disposable Death Eater. She'd become the one person he deemed important enough to be looked after. After acknowledging her husband with the slightest of nods, she bowed to her Lord with an air of proper and deep respect as she led her two comrades out into the night.

If Bellatrix had to hear that damn story about Goyle and the fucking fish one more time as she trudged through a dark forest, she'd definitely kill someone. But killing another Death Eater while on a mission probably wouldn't be wise. So she'd have to settle for clenching her jaw and formulating a plan in her head. Bellatrix signaled and crouched down by a tree about 200 yards from the house. They were muggles and didn't have any detection charms on their property, although Bellatrix had scanned it just to make sure. MacNair and Goyle had only fallen three times collectively as they had stalked through the forest, which was an improvement. It was probably due to the fact that Crabbe was usually there, too. He was at his house right now, though, suffering from a curse from some object he had picked up off the ground in Knockturn Alley. Seriously, who the fuck does that kind of thing? Oh right. Crabbe and Goyle. But Bellatrix needed to concentrate on the matter at hand. She turned her feet so that she could face the two men behind her.

"I want you two to stay about this distance away from the house at all times, unless I call you in. If I want you to come closer, I'll say 'Biscuits ready'." Bellatrix had long ago figured out that passwords involving food were easier for these dolts to remember. "MacNair, you'll take the south side as sentry, and take one of those detectors and place it half way there. Goyle, I'll drop your sensor on the West side as I go into the house, and you'll remain here. If either of you see anyone approaching, send me the signal. You both remember all the cues and the exit plan?" They both nodded and she continued. "As soon as it's clear to go in, I'll signal and you guys can meet me at the door, and we'll head to the bar. Make sure to signal Lestrange so he knows when to get the whole bar thing started. See ya in a few," she added as she turned on her heels and rose up to her feet.

Bellatrix treaded softly across the damp forest floor, staying close to trees, although she doubted anyone would get through her concealment charms. The daughter, who was currently at the bar with her husband, was the only one of the family who could do magic. But since her parents had taken an active role in the Magical World and befriended many members of the Ministry, it wasn't entirely off base to think there might be magical protection on their house. Their meddling was also what caught the Dark Lord's attention. They had been too active in wanting to give more rights to muggleborns and their families, and the amount of programs they had started to fund were becoming troublesome. Immediate removal was needed to keep the Ministers from being completely disillusioned by the prospects of the Cargew family.

Moving a tree branch out of the way and plucking a leaf out of her hair, Bellatrix scanned the property. The best way to enter would be the door on the East side. There should be the two parents, and the older son who was back at home after being expelled from some Muggle University. How pathetic did you have to be to be kicked out of one of those? She thought with disdain. Bellatrix continued to viciously insult the family on everything she saw as she crept closer to the door. Normally, she didn't think about the victims. But the way Rodolphus was to be involved in the scheme made her sick, and made her vengeful. As she approached the door, she realized it was glass. No problem. She flicked her wand, and the door was tansfigured into a curtain, which she easily pushed aside so she could enter quietly. She could tell there was a light on in the kitchen. The son was probably up for a snack. Ah well, better to get the strongest one out of the way first.

As she approached the door to the kitchen, she could hear his voice. Was the man talking to himself?

"What is this thing? And that visitor we had a couple nights ago in the weird cape? I wonder what my parents have been up to since I've been gone."

Bellatrix peeked through the opening in the door to see a confused young mad sitting at the table inspecting a wizard galleon he was holding in his hand.

So the son doesn't know about his family's affiliations, eh? How interesting. They want so much involvement- but they're embarrassed to mention our world to their own son? Even more reason to kill the pathetic fools.

Bellatrix cast a quick binding spell on the young man. This way he wouldn't be able to escape the fire, and any investigators would name his cause of death as the fire, rather than some other person. She added a stunner and a silencing charm in addition, just to make sure he wouldn't be a disturbance. Most Death Eaters considered this tactic mercy, not just killing them outright, but Bellatrix knew better. Some of the muggle authorities had become too suspicious. Muggleborn witches and wizards could make the connections, and had been threatening to expose the magical world in order to call for help from the muggles. As if they'd be able to do anything anyways. But the possibility of exposure… These mudbloods had to be taught to keep quiet. That is why a special Dark Mark would fly over this house tonight. It would look as if the house had burned down, but anyone with magical abilities would know who the real cause was. This family would be an example to any other muggleborn miscreants who thought they knew what was best for a world they had no place in.

Bellatrix's thoughts brought her to the top of the stairs, where she quickly identified the room with the last two occupants in it. Repeating the process of binding and stunning, Bellatrix stalked out, sending the signal to MacNair and Goyle as she exited through the curtain, then waited for them to meet her.

With a quick nod, Goyle pulled out the portkey as MacNair summoned the signals from the forest, since they could be used again. Bellatrix stepped forward, and she felt her body disorient as she was hurled across town, to the back room of the bar where the rest of the group was waiting.

"Took you long enough," came Snape's remark as they arrived in the room.

"It's a very dense forest, Snape," retorted Goyle. He then drew back as Snape's glare reached him.

"We're on a mission, so no names, remember?" Bella chided, having enough to do with these dolts for at least another month. She then glanced at Snape and noticed he was quite injured. She raised an eye brow towards Malfoy, knowing Snape wouldn't answer even if she asked.

"Breaking into the Ministry to steal all the Cargew files was a little more difficult than we thought. They've increased security, which Karkaroff neglected to tell us. I think he'll have a fun night when we get back to the Dark Lord."

"Do you want to go and check on things, Lestrange?" Bellatrix didn't answer Avery at first, not realizing that he was addressing her.

"Oh, sure. I'll let him know it's time to move." With that, Bellatrix, still with disillusionment charms on so that only Death Eaters could see her, stepped through the door into the main part of the bar in search of her husband. She glared at the young girl. She was clearly drunk, but that certainly didn't give her any excuse to put her hand on Rodolphus' thigh like that. Of course, he shouldn't have his hand up her shirt like that either.

The sight disgusted her. Bellatrix had seduced many a mudblood and blood traitor wizard on her missions for the Dark Lord before, but seeing her husband handle another woman before their marriage had even been consummated was a little harsh. Bellatrix stalked over so that Rodolphus could see her. With a small nod, he acknowledged it was time to move on to the next stage of the operation. He whispered something into her ear, which immediately brought tears to her eyes. Miss Cargew glared at him, and tried to stand up.

"Don't touch me," was her reply as he tried to pick her up off the floor where she had fallen.

"You shouldn't be heading home by yourself in that condition."

"What condission? I'm fine. I know my way ho-ome. I don't need you to sow me. I don't know you, do I? I'll go home and my bwother will take care of me. Get away fom me," she stuttered as she meandered towards the door. If this had been a more reputable bar, someone would have said something. But leading the girl to this bar in particular had been part of the plan. The constant presence of unsavory men in the bar was also a consideration. At least four of them followed the girl out the door, with a look in their eyes that even unsettled Bellatrix.

"There's been a change of plans, Bella," Rodolphus whispered as he also hurried out the door after them. Bellatrix was suspicious. Why hadn't the others told her about this change of plan? Summoning her invisibility cloak, Bellatrix followed her husband through the door.

"Get away. She doesn't deserve that!" she could hear Rodolphus say as she walked closer to the trees where the girl and men must be.

"Stop being so noble. You're only angry because she's too drunk to be of use to you any more. Not too drunk for us though, is she?" the man laughed, his friends joining him in an antagonistic cackle. Bellatrix's stomach was in knots. Rodolphus was defending her? After all those comments he had made at the meeting about how the whole family deserved to rot- why didn't he just leave her to her fate?

"Get your hands off her or so help me, I'll-"

"You'll what? Stand there and look handsome? Feel all proud that you tried to help her as you run away, knowing you can't beat us since you're outnumbered?"

His wand was out in a second and had stunned them all to the ground before Bellatrix could even blink. He was then walking towards the girl.

"You're a wizard? You didn't tell me," the girl said, astonished and no longer mad.

"You weren't supposed to know. But it's alright now. You're safe with me."

"I want to go home."

"You'll go home soon enough," came his reply has his hand went to her cheek. It then traveled down her neck and over her right breast.

"Ooooh, stop. I want to go home. Now!"

"You didn't actually think I'd save you out of the goodness of my heart, did you? Because I don't have any goodness. Only lust that hasn't been treated all night. Instead I've had to sit in a bar and watch as you get pathetically drunk while your family's being attacked and your home prepared to be burned to the ground."

"You're burning my house?" she asked in disgust.

"No. You're going to burn your house after you beat your brother in some petty family argument over his schooling. At least, that's what it will look like to the police in the morning."

The girl's eyes widened in shock as the man so calmly told her she was going to die, and be blamed for killing her family. His face still looked calm as his hand trailed down to her hip, then it traveled under the skirt she was wearing.

"I suppose muggle clothes do have their uses. This will be much easier than if you were wearing robes."

Was this the same man she had been married to just hours before? Bellatrix couldn't move. He could have been back at his mansion already, having her give him what he obviously needed. But no, he was here, in the forest taking some pathetic mudblood! Bellatrix would have gone up to him and punched him, then dragged him back to their mansion and ravished him until he couldn't see, just to prove she could satisfy him. That's what she'd do if she could make her feet move at all. But they seemed to have a will of their own as they stayed firmly planted to the ground as she watched her husband pull down his own pants.

"Please. Just let me go. I'm going to die anyway. You don't have to do this. I'll be quiet. I'll co-co-operit? Please. Just don't…"

"Shhhh. No need to be shy now. Just ten minutes ago you were complimenting my hair. I can't be all that repulsive, can I?"

The girl didn't get a chance to answer because her lips were suddenly covered by his in a fierce kiss as he lifted her skirt out of the way and ripped off her undergarments. It wouldn't matter what she looked like. Enough people had seen her leave the bar drunk to believe that she could have been attacked afterwards. He needed this. He couldn't wait. Rodolphus had too much built up. If he went to Bellatrix in this condition, he'd hurt her, and she'd never want to have sex with him again. This was the only way. Curb his lust into this pathetic trash so that he could guide Bellatrix gently into their marriage. Only if she would understand the base acts he would commit for her. Bellatrix deserved a husband who could handle her safely, one that would save his ugly side to be seen by others, so that she would ever have to bear the brunt of it.

Rodolphus walked up to the bar entrance, dragging the girl behind him. He glanced up at Bellatrix.

"Ready for the last phase?" he asked, walking up the rest of the hill towards her.

"Snape said for us to go on ahead while they head back to base. He and Malfoy are heavily injured anyways. The less of us there, the better, really."

Bellatrix's cold remarks were a little out of line, and Rodolphus suspected something. He followed mutely as they used the portkey to go to the house.

Setting fire to the house was sickeningly easy, as was walking away from the house and the family they had just killed.

"Let's go home," Rodolphus said as he put his arm around Bellatrix as they apparated back to the Lestrange mansion.

Bellatrix was strangely comforted by him, and she knew she shouldn't be. He had just raped some girl. On their wedding night. What the fuck had he been thinking?

"You look distracted," he commented as he pulled her cape off her shoulders. "You saw, didn't you?"

Bellatrix turned to face him. "I didn't watch all of it. I left after your comment about your hair. Why, Rodolphus? Am I not good enough for you? Look at me! Do you know how many other wizards would have married me?" she snapped angrily, her cheeks reddening with rage as her fists clenched down at her sides.

He looked hurt and guilty, as he should be. "I'm sorry, Bella. I-. Look. Snape and Malfoy came back with a message from the Dark Lord. I was supposed to hurt her. It didn't seem to fit in at the bar, so I followed the men out. When you came into the bar, you looked so beautiful, even though I could tell you were angry. I would be too. But do you know what your anger told me? That you cared about me. That this wasn't entirely a marriage of convenience. That, if I let you, you'd stay by my side, always, no matter what I had to do for the Dark Lord. We both have to commit terrible things every day for what we believe in, Bella. I didn't want to lose you. I felt so angry. That little bitch wanted to destroy our world, and was so trusting of me when she found out I was a wizard. All I could think about was how you looked in your gown, and how you gave yourself up to me earlier, and my desire just combined with everything else, and.."

"But why her? You knew you'd be coming right back here. Right back to me. How can you say that I looked so beautiful, but you had to free yourself into that stupid mudblood?"

"I was afraid to hurt you. I've had to beat so many women, Bella, for the Dark Lord. I've had to inflict pain on so many. I was worried that if I didn't do something, that I'd hurt you. That I'd lose control and kill you at the worst of moments."

It took all her courage to walk up to him. "You don't ever have to worry about hurting me. I've gone through just as much physical training as you have. I've killed and maimed and tortured as many people as you have. Show me that you care about me as much as I do for you, Rodolphus. Show me this wasn't all a mistake," she said, taking his hand in hers, and placing it on her breast.

She was pulled closer to his body as his hand crept down her stomach. She then felt his hand on her breast and she shuddered. The movement hadn't come from lust, but from the memory of his hand beating that woman in the forest. As the image flashed through her mind, she felt her body recoil from his. Bellatrix didn't know whether the shiver that ran through her was from the temperature of the room or the sudden anger she saw spark in Rudolphus' eyes.

"Do you still not believe me, Bellatrix? I was more honest with you than I've been with anyone. And you repay me with your fear?" came his too soft accusation has his hand roughly ran over the curve of her hip. She gulped. This was the moment of decision. If Rodolphus wasn't convinced he could be satisfied by her now, she'd never get the chance to prove it. Pushing all thoughts of the battle out of her mind, she looked up at him and concentrated fully on the carriage ride earlier that day.

The feeling of his lips on hers. His hand progressing up her thigh. The thrill as her dress slid off her shoulders when they had reached the house. Bellatrix looked into his eyes and let her thoughts wander freely. Her eyes wandered freely over his chest as she pulled off his robe, revealing the tight black shirt he wore underneath. She shrugged herself out of her shirt as his head lowered towards her neck. She caressed his back as his tongue caressed her neck. Bellatrix's eyes fluttered closed as she tilted her head back where his hand was running through her hair. As his lips traveled down to her collar bone, Bellatrix unclasped his belt with one hand as she ran her other over his chest.

Bellatrix woke up and snuggled more closely to her husband. Her husband. The idea didn't feel as strange as she thought it would.

"You have to go to the Ministry today, don't you?" she asked, noticing that he was awake and stroking her hair.

"Hm. Marriages require an awful lot of paperwork. I'm more than happy to fill it out though, all things considered," he replied, kissing her and climbing out of bed. "Do you have any plans for today?"

"I'll give my sister a visit. We didn't really have a chance to chat yesterday, everything was so busy!"

"It was a very long day. Give her my regards."

Bellatrix walked through her house in amazement. Even after one night, it didn't feel like her home any more. She had every inch of it memorized, but it seemed unfamiliar all of a sudden. She hoped a good conversation with her sister would help calm her nerves.

Reaching her sister's chambers, Bellatrix opened the door and peered in. Apparently, Narcissa had a guest. To say that Snape must have come to Narcissa so that she would lick his wounds would have been incorrect. It certainly wasn't a wound she was licking as the two shifted around on her bed, tangled in the dark sheets making sounds Bellatrix preferred not to hear from her sister and a colleague. Snape's bare back visible on top of Narcissa's naked body explained all the clothes strewn around the room. Bellatrix flushed as she saw their bodies moving in a rhythmic unity. Not wanting to interrupt their hot and heavy activities any further, Bellatrix backed out of the doorway and shut the door, where she could lean against it and gag in peace. It was unlike Snape to be so careless as to forget a good locking charm, which certainly would have saved some of Bellatrix's sanity.

What was she being punished for that she had to walk in on her sister and that…Bellatrix's eyes widened. Narcissa was sleeping with SNAPE! She's engaged to Lucius Malfoy! If he finds out, Naricssa's life would be over! All thoughts of teasing her sister were left as thoughts only. Seeing as the two had continued their… relations, after she had shut the door showed that they hadn't heard her barge in. She contemplated putting a locking charm on the door itself- but then Snape would know someone had been there. She'd just sit in a chair across the hallway. If anyone came by she'd detain them, but she could make it look like she had just gotten there when Snape came out. Her sister had a lot of explaining to do.

Seven hours later, Narcissa opened the door to her bedroom.

"I should probably just apparate out from here. If anyone asks, say I left a long time ago."

"Did we seriously forget to lock the door?" Narcissa asked, glancing back at the door handle.

"It would also appear that we have a guest," said Snape, with a nod towards Bellatrix, sleeping in a chair across the hallway.

Narcissa walked over and gently prodded her sister's shoulder.

Bellatrix awoke with a start to see her sister's worried eyes in front of here. With a glance at the clock on the wall, Bellatrix's own eyes widened.

"You two were in there this whole time? Ew. I don't even want to think about that."

Snape just glared at her. So much for the 'make it look like I just got here tactic'. Maybe she could play the 'run away and not talk to him for a year' card instead.

"Honestly, Severus, she won't say anything. Will you?" Narcissa then glanced back at her sister.

"Of course I won't say anything. What good would that do? You got yourself into this mess, so I sure hope you know how to get out of it. Don't worry, I plan on forgetting this as soon as possible. Knowing about how Snape makes you pant was not on my list of things to do before I die."

"Maybe you should take better care before entering chambers that are not your own, Bellatrix. And please refrain from mentioning this activity in such a degrading way in the future," came Snape's comment. He must really be worried to be that cutting in front of Narcissa.

"You're the ones who didn't lock the door. If you plan on surviving, Severus, I suggest you also learn how to be more careful, or it won't be me you have to worry about mentioning your 'activity' degradingly."

"Enough, both of you. Severus, I'm sorry to have to kick you out, but you really should be going before anyone else sees you. Our secret is safe with Bella, you don't need to worry. And you'd probably be acting the same way if you had walked in on a sibling doing…"

"I don't have any siblings," he said. "But I can see your point," came the concession he would only make to Narcissa. Bella admired the unique control she had over him as he leaned in and gently kissed her cheek with more care than she had seen him show to anyone.

With a forceful whip of his long cape, the man disapparated.

"Would you like some tea, Cissy? I dare say you must be famished, and there are a few things I'd like to hear from you."

Narcissa blushed as she followed her sister into the adjoining bedchamber for what was sure to be an interesting chat.

A/N: Alright. That's the chapter in all its long and horrible glory. I hope it was worth the wait! As far as the story goes, I'll probably only have a few more chapters, considering I'm having problems keeping this up in addition to my homework. But don't worry- there's much more to come. I'd like to tell you when the next chapter will be up, but I don't know, and I haven't started writing it yet. You can also subscribe to the bellaslytherin yahoo group for updates, etc. Reviewing would be extremely helpful, especially with the things I threw into this chapter (nag). Until next time!