Disclaimer: I do not own any of the people or places that belong to the wonderful world of Harry Potter, as they belong to J.K. Rowling. The OCs (Katherine, Septimus, Serenity, Helena, Christoph, Elisa, Henry, Nick and any name you don't recognize and isn't from the HP universe) are entirely my own.


Happy Birthday dear Severus!


Chapter 43: The Greatest Game Ever Played Part 2

Last time…

"Septimus!"

The shout caused Septimus' lips to still and his eyes to fly open. The voice had been light, with a British accent. But it did not belong to his mother.

"Sept?" Helena whispered. "What's wrong?"

He didn't answer, instead his eyes slowly rose to take in the sight coming towards them. A sight that made his mouth go dry.

Two young women were walking quickly toward them. The first was faired skinned, with brown bushy hair, and the second one was petite in stature, with light colored, freckled skin and flaming red hair.

'No.'

Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley.


"Septimus!" Ginny shouted again, waving her hand as they continued toward them.

"Sept?" Helena whispered again. "What…"

"Helena," Septimus whispered back fiercely, making sure that his face remained close to his girlfriend's. "I need you to do something for me."

"Anything."

"I'm going to introduce you to them…"

"Them?"

"Please, trust me," Septimus hushed her. "I'm going to introduce you, then you need to find my parents. Find them… and tell them that 'London's Calling,' and then come back to find me."

Helena's hazel eyes widened greatly. Ever since Septimus' return from Scotland the summer before, Katherine and Severus had been determined to set a warning phrase in place due to their son's sudden friendship with certain Hogwarts alumni. It had been Septimus' suggestion to the phrase 'London's Calling;' a play on the title of his roommate Kyle's favorite song.

She nodded slightly, confirming her understanding.

"Hey Septimus!" Ginny called a third time, as the pair drew nearer. Septimus took a deep breath, and hugged Helena's tiny frame to his once more.

"Love you," he breathed, before plastering, what he hoped, was a surprised look on his face.

"Love you too," Helena quietly responded, before releasing her person from him and turning around.

"Ginny? Hermione?" Septimus questioned, willing his heart to stop pounding in his chest. "What are you doing here?"

Ginny didn't respond; instead, she threw her arms around his person and hugged him fiercely. As soon as she released him, Hermione threw her arms around him as well, drawing him in just as tight.

"We're so happy we found you," Hermione exclaimed, as she withdrew from the hug. "There's more people here than we'd thought there be."

"I just can't believe you're both here," he said. His mind raced wildly, wondering where his parents were in the throng of fans and players. He hoped that Helena would find them before their old students would.

"After we got your letter last week, we decided to book a portkey and come watch your last match before you join me in the big leagues," Ginny smirked, before turning toward Helena. "Hi, I'm Ginny, and this is Hermione. You must be Helena."

"Yes, I am," Helena spoke slowly, not trusting her nervous voice at the moment. "It's nice to meet you."

"Good to meet you too," Hermione smiled, reaching out to shake Helena's hand.

"Oh…Sept, I'll be right back," Helena said, thinking quickly on her feet and turning to look at her boyfriend, "I was supposed to find my parents before the match."

"Alright."

"If you would like," Helena continued, turning back to the girls, "When I get back, you two can join me in the student section to watch the match. It's a lot more fun than the parents and teachers' section."

"That'd be wonderful!" Hermione smiled. "I'm sure the boys would appreciate that greatly."

"The boys?" Septimus questioned.

"Yeah," Ginny responded, glancing around the crowds. "Harry and Ron are somewhere around here."

Septimus felt his stomach drop. His anxiety heightened at the thought of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley wandering through the crowds and accidentally bumping into his mom and dad. Slowly, he placed a hand on Helena's lower back and poked her lightly.

"Great!" Helena exclaimed, a little too enthusiastically. "I'll be right back then." Quickly, she took off in the direction of the visitors' entrance, hoping to catch her godparents in time.

"So… how do you like Oregon?" Septimus asked, doing his best to calm his nerves.


Helena sprinted her way through the crowds that were migrating towards the arena. Her hazel eyes scanned the crowds for the tall forms of Severus and Katherine, while at the same time searched for Harry and Ron. She had been shown a brief glimpse of Katherine's memories, so she could identify them if the need arose, but she had no idea that that time would come so soon.

Luckily, she found Severus first. His tall, lanky form stood guard near a row of outdoor restrooms. His dark eyes were scanning the crowds; he was on alert like always.

"Godfather!" Helena yelled as she pushed her way through the crowd. She decided to forego calling for Severus by name in case someone overheard. "Godfather!"

At the sound of her cry, Severus' eyes darted towards her. The girl barreled herself towards him and threw her arms around his person.

Severus stiffened momentarily, but quickly forced himself to relax and put an arm around her shoulder.

"Helena," he murmured as quietly as possible. "What is it?" The girl was panting heavily from her run. Her face was pressed into his charcoal-colored cloak.

"London's…calling," she rasped softly. "London's calling."

"Are you sure?" Severus asked, trying to remain as calm as possible in front of his goddaughter.

"Yes."

"Have you seen them?"

"Yes," Helena breathed softly. "Severus?"

"Go," Severus replied. "Get back to Septimus."

Helena moved her face away and looked up into his eyes. Severus mind's eye gentle brushed hers, pulling the images of Hermione and Ginny hugging Septimus. With a swift nod, she released him and took off into the throng without a second glance. His black eyes watched her go, then began to scan the crowds around him.

A fear of his was coming true, but regardless, he wasn't an ex-spy for nothing. Slowly, he shifted an arm behind him and knocked lightly on the restroom door.

"Just a tick," a voice called softly from inside. It wasn't long before the door began to open, but before the occupant could step out, Severus pushed his way inside. With two quick flicks of his wrist, he locked the door and placed a silencing spell on the loo.

"Sev, what on earth?" He turned himself around to face his wife. Katherine stood before him in the magically enlarged stall. A bewildered look upon her face and a hand placed delicately on her belly. "I hope that you are not thinking about getting off in here, cause honestly…"

"London's calling," Severus growled, cutting her off.

"What?"

"London's calling."

"What…how?"

"Helena," Severus huffed, running a hand through his shoulder-length hair. "She was with Septimus when they found her." Severus felt Katherine's mind reach out, and let her in. He watched the color drain slightly from her face, and then her walls went up. Her inner spy coming out as well.

Straightening her form, Katherine reached for her wand, and opened the inner pocket of her cloak.

"Accio Polyjuice," she murmured, and a small bottle flew into her hand from somewhere inside. "Accio, muggle hair." The second bottle joined the first.

"Katherine, you cannot…"

"I know Severus," Katherine stated firmly. "But you can." She swiftly unstopped the first vial, and then the second. Carefully she plucked a hair from its' container and dropped it into the muddy colored liquid. The potion began to bubble slowly, and carefully Katherine raised it towards the wizard.

"And what about you?" Severus questioned, as he took the flask from her hand.

"A couple of glamours will have to do," she responded, staring at Severus intently. "I have plenty of vials and hairs for you should the match go for too long. I refuse to miss our son's final match."

He nodded curtly, and then downed the potion in one go. He grimaced at the taste of it. His gasped harshly as the burning sensation spread from his stomach to his extremities. His skin bubbled like hot wax. His fingers remained the same length but became heavier set. His shoulders stretched painfully and a prickling on his head told him his hair was shrinking into his scalp. His legs broadened and his feet widened, while his chest and stomach became heavier. The hook nose straightened, and his face became fuller. Then it stopped. Severus looked up, to find Katherine frowning at him.

"What?" Severus sneered.

"Nothing," Katherine muttered, gesturing to him to look in the mirror. He turned swiftly, his reflection bearing that of a man around his age, but with brownish-blonde short hair. His dark eyes had melted into a dark blue. While he had remained his height, Severus noticed that his neck, shoulders, chest, and stomach were beefier than his own frame. His clothes now too tight on his person.

"Katherine," he grumbled, motioning to his body. With a flick of her wand, his clothes and shoes resized themselves. Severus stood a few more moments, scrutinizing his appearance further. "It will have to do."

"Alright, my turn," Katherine stated, stepping towards the mirror.

Slowly, she raised her wand again, and tapped her head. Her light blonde hair began to shift at the roots, and gradually melted into inky black tresses. Her eyes shifted next, losing their icy blues, and gaining eyes that reflected his own onyx ones. Then her nose, while staying the same length, hooked slightly, and her cheekbones raised and narrowed. With a final swish, her dark locks wove themselves into a severe bun near the top of her head, further accentuating her narrowed features.

"Merlin," Severus frowned at her appearance.

"What?"

"Just a part of me wonders if this is what I would have looked like if I had been a girl," Severus muttered, arching a fair colored eyebrow. "You look a bit like my mother."

"There's something every woman wishes to hear," Katherine mumbled, as she applied a dark gloss to her thinned lips. "We should get going. The match will start soon."


Meanwhile

Helena wove her way back through the crowds, and located Septimus, who had now been joined by Harry and Ron.

"Sept," Helena smiled, as she placed an arm around his waist.

"Did you find your parents?" Septimus asked, looking down at the girl.

"Yes," she replied. "They wished you luck." Septimus smiled slightly, before turning back to his 'guests.'

"Ron, Harry, this is my girlfriend, Helena," he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Helena, this is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter."

"Nice to meet you," Helena grinned, reaching for their hands to shake. "Septimus has told me a good deal about your time together last summer."

"I can't wait to see that Firebolt in action," Ron smirked, before flinching at the slap on the shoulder from Hermione.

"Really Ron," Ginny sneered, glancing at her brother.

"What?!" Ron retorted, shrugging his shoulders. "It's still the fastest broom in the world right now. And they're still hard to come by."

"At least I was finally able to get him away from the food stalls," Harry chuckled lightly, as he slipped an arm around Ginny's waist.

"Merlin Ron," Hermione muttered. "Don't you ever get full."

"I can't help it!" Ron responded, his face turning slightly red. "They have a lot of different food here to try!"

"Always thinking with your stomach," Hermione scoffed. Ron began to open his mouth to counter her, but a loud voice interrupted them.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! PLEASE BEGIN MAKING YOUR WAY TO THE PITCH! ALL PLAYERS PLEASE REPORT TO YOUR WAITING ROOMS! THE MATCH WILL BEGIN IN 10 MINUTES!"

"I better go," Septimus muttered, before stooping slightly to kiss Helena on the lips. "Thanks, you guys for coming today."

"Wouldn't miss it," Ginny smiled. "Good luck!"

"Thanks," Septimus smiled, before turning and sprinting towards the pitch.

"Well…" Helena said, turning to look at the four Brits. "Let's go find our seats!"


The group of five begin their trek towards the pitch. Hermione and Ginny fell into step with Helena, while the boys brought up the rear. They threated themselves into the tangle of students, who were chatting lively and chanting 'Let's Go Spoofhounds!'

As they neared the entrance, Helena caught a glimpse of her headmaster, Jeremy Mickels. The dark-skinned wizard towered over his students, eyeing them cautious as a quill and paper hovered beside him, ticking off the students' names as they went through the gate.

"Professor!" Helena exclaimed with a smile as they neared him.

"Hello Miss Fuerst," Mickels deep voice mused, as he dipped his head to her. "Ready for the match today?"

"Yes sir," Helena grinned. Mickels returned the smile but noticed Helena's eyes shifted towards a group beside her then back to him quickly. "Do you mind if Septimus' friends sit with me? They don't know anyone else here." Without much movement, Helena had managed to slip her wand into her hand and flicked is gradually as she turned to gesture towards the four. Mickels' quill began to write quickly. He caught the movement out of the corner of his eye but remained calm.

"Let me check the seating numbers first Miss Fuerst," Mickels stated, as he grabbed the parchment from the air. He forced himself to remain relaxed, as he stared at the small written note at the bottom of his page.

'London's Calling.'

With a quick glance at his student, he saw the desperation in her eyes. The paper floated from his hand and returned to its' quill. Mickels smiled lightly at Helena, before turning towards the others.

"We do have a few spots open for you all," he said with a grin. "A few of our younger years were unable to attend due to some detentions."

"Thank you, sir!" Helena exclaimed as she grabbed Hermione's arm lightly and led them towards the gate. "Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome, Miss Fuerst," Mickels waved. "Enjoy the match!" His heart thudded in his chest. He needed to find Darius.


Darius Prescott shifted slightly in his seat, before glancing at his watch. It was only five minutes till game time and Severus and Katherine had yet to arrive. The stands were starting to fill, and it was getting harder for him to keep their seats. Twice he turned people away who wanted the spots. He tapped his foot nervously, wondering what was keeping them.

'I can't wait any longer,' Prescott thought, as he pulled his wand from his sleeve. But before he could cast his Patronus, another couple began shifting their way down to row hoping to claim the open seats. The Potions professor groaned, frowning at the two unknowns.

"I'm sorry but these are saved," Prescott stated, as he placed his hand on the bench next to him.

"Please remove your hand Darius," the woman grumbled. "I do not wish to sit on it." Darius' eyebrows rose high on his forehead. He didn't know the woman before him, but he knew that voice.

"Katherine?" he whispered, as he pulled his hand back into his lap.

"Yes," she muttered, lowering herself carefully into the bench, with the help of a fair-haired man.

"Severus?"

"Unfortunately," Severus sighed, and he placed himself on Katherine's other side.

"What in the world?"

"London's Calling Darius," Katherine mumbled, as she straightened her robes over her protruded belly. She glanced at the wizard beside her, watching his hazel eyes widened.

"Are… are you sure?"

"Very," Severus grumbled, shifting his back to adjust to his new weight. A sudden noise from Prescott's other side had all three heads turning. Mickels was quickly making his way down the row, looking a bit out of breath. He nodded to the two on his professor's opposite, before sitting promptly.

"Darius," Mickels whispered hurriedly. "London's Calling."

"I know."

"What?" Mickels threw him a questioning look, before noticing Prescott's eyes shifting to the couple beside him.

"Mickels," Severus' voice murmured from the unknown body.

"Thank Merlin you know," Mickels sighed, placing a hand over his heart. "How?"

"Helena," Katherine muttered.

"Smart girl."

"Indeed."

"She took them with her you know," Mickels continued. "To the students' section."

"Good."

"Yes, it's at the other end of the pitch. I doubt they can see us."

"Who was with them?"

"The two girls, and both boys," Mickels muttered.

"Terrific," Severus sneered. "Potter, Granger and the Weasleys."

"Enough now," Katherine hushed them. "The teams are coming out."


"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WELCOME TO THE CHAMPIONSHIP GAME BETWEEN THE ISLA ANGEL DE LA GUARDA PUMAS AND THE NEW SALEM SPOOFHOUNDS!"

The crowds began to clap and cheer, as the announcer called for the game to begin. Seas of blue and white filled the north end of the pitch, while seas of purple and silver filled the south.

"LET'S INTRODUCE OUR FIRST PLACE TEAM, THE PUMAS!"

The students in purple cheered loudly, waving their banners and flags wildly. The Puma emerged from the tent and took flight. They circled the pitch as a team twice, before taking their positions.

"Keeper… Horacio Duarte! Chasers… Christine Mares, Josephina Garcia, and Team Captain Isabella Avis! Beaters… Jorge Garcia and Leo Martinez! And Seeker… Grace Juarez!" The Puma fans cheered louder at the sound of Juarez's name.

"Juarez! Juarez!" they chanted excitedly. And who could blame them; Grace Juarez was the best seeker in their school's history.

"LET'S INTRODUCE THE SPOOFHOUNDS!"

The New Salem students went wild. Raising their homemade banners high into the sky. In the sea of blue and white, Helena and the four Brits stood cheering with the rest. Septimus and the rest of his teammates exited their tent and, in a rush, took off on their brooms. Like the Pumas, they circled the pitch twice before taking their positions.

"Keeper… Kyle Fuchs! Chasers… Gwen Monaco, Carlos Gonzalo, and Caroline Matthews! Beaters… Justin Burke and Mike Palmer! And Seeker… and Team Captain… Septimus Prince!"

"Let's Go Spoofhounds!" the students shouted enthusiastically. "Let's Go Spoofhounds!"

"Today's coaches for the match are Professor Marie Bonilla for the Pumas, and Professor John Mattzinger for New Salem. Your referees for today are Rachel Barnsworth, Francis Algust, Richard Heinrich and Margaret Neis all from the N.A. Quidditch Association," the announcer continued. "And we are your announcers for the match on the lovely day. I'm Ryan Redding, and beside me is Rex Ludworth, both from the N.A.Q.A."


"I'm so excited to see him actually fly," Ginny called over the cheering to Helena.

"I'm so nervous," Helena replied, gripping her banner tightly in her fists. "We're one and four against the Pumas. And if Juarez outflies Septimus again, I'm not sure what that will mean for him in the upcoming draft."

"He's a strong flyer from what I've read in the prospective charts," Ginny responded, glancing up at the players hovering in the sky. "I think he'll be ok."

"I hope so."


"Captains!" Referee Algust shouted up to the players. "Shake hands and return to your positions." Septimus and Avis met in the center of the pitch and shook hands before returning to their post.

"Now we want a nice clean game today," Referee Algust shouted, "from all of you. Three fouls each, after that, you're pulled from the game. Do I make myself clear?" After a quick glance at the players around the pitch he continued. "Alright! Good luck Pumas. Good luck Spoofhounds. May the best team win."

Referee Neis reached down and unlocked the clamps from the bludgers, allowing them to take off into the air, while Referee Barnsworth released the snitch. Referee Heinrich followed with the quaffle.

"The quaffle is released! And the game begins!" Announcer Ludworth shouted. "Matthews grabs the quaffle, passes it to Monaco, back to Matthews, now to Gonzalo, back to Monaco, back to … NO! PUMAS INTERCEPT! Mares with the pick, passes to Avis, to Garcia, now back to Avis, and … OH! LOOK OUT NOW! Avis drops the quaffle to avoid a Bludger from Burke! Matthews regains control of the quaffle. Look at them go!

"Matthews to Monaco, to Gonzalo, to Matthews! Matthews launches the quaffle towards Keeper Duarte and Duarte misses! NEW SALEM SCORES! 10 points for the Spoofhounds!" The New Salem student section roared to life, waving their blue and white flags high.

"Pumas in possession!" Redding yelled. "Avis takes the quaffle, passed it to Garcia, back to Avis, back to Garcia, who passes it to Mares! Monaco moves to intercept, and OH! THAT'S GOT TO HURT! Monaco's taken a Bludger to the arm from Martinez! But she continues her pursuit! How is that possible! That arm has to be broken!"

"Mares passes it to Avis, back to Garcia and back to Avis! Avis launches the quaffle towards Fuchs and… FUCHS BLOCKS IT! NEW SALEM IN POSSESSION!" Ludworth hollered. The game continued back and forth, with the Pumas taking the lead at the mark of the hour. 60-50.


Severus downed another vial of Polyjuice, as the three men sat watching Septimus intently. Their eyes were glued on the boy and partially on Juarez, as neither Seeker had moved far from their original positions.

"Katherine?" Mickels asked, leaning his arms on the railing in front of him. "Have you seen it yet?"

Katherine's eyes had been the only pair not focused on the Seekers. Instead, her 'new' eyes darted about the pitch, hoping to catch sight of the golden snitch.

"No," she replied. "Nothing yet."

Another hour came and went, as well as another vial for Severus. Pumas were now outscoring the 100-70. It wasn't until they were on the verge of the third hour, when Katherine's eyes locked onto a spot near the Spoofhounds' goals.

"Katherine?" Severus questions as the witch rose from her seat. "Do you…"

"Upper left of the middle goalpost," Katherine exclaimed as the men rose to join her. Severus glanced up at Septimus and realized the boy had seen it as well.

"AND THERE GOES PRINCE! He's spotted the snitch! And Juarez follows, hot on his heels!" Redding shouted. "They're now neck and neck ladies and gentlemen!" The Seekers wove back and forth in the sky. Just when Septimus thought he had the lead on Juarez, soon enough she was back in his peripheral vision.

The snitch dove and dipped about the pitch, with the Seekers following its' every move. They twisted around players and snaked between the pitch's towers, bypassing cheering fans as they went. About ten minutes into the chase, both Septimus and Juarez had their hands outstretched. They were getting close; still neck and neck.

But a gasp from his right had him glancing at Juarez.

Instead of focusing on the snitch, Juarez was looking beyond the golden sphere. Septimus turned his head quickly, to find Puma's beater, Martinez, sending a Bludger straight towards them. Juarez broke off first, diving to her right. It left Septimus no choice but to follow suit.

He shifted to his left, the Bludger narrowly missing him.

"Martinez sent a Bludger straight for the Seekers…and they dive out of the way," Ludworth cried. "Do they still have the snitch in their sights? Or will they repost?"

Septimus and Juarez both circle on their brooms, glancing wildly around the pitch. They had lost sight of it.

"Fuck," Septimus growled, as his black eyes continued to scan the field. He glanced at Juarez, noting her frustration as well, as she shouted something in Spanish at her beater. 'Probably telling him off,' he thought, as he flew back up above the rest of the players.


Katherine stood with her hand pressed to her chest. She felt as though her heart threatened to ride up her throat.

"Merlin," Prescott breathed beside her. "That was close."

"Indeed," Mickels replied, running a hand over his mouth.

"Katherine?" Severus murmured into her ear. "Are you alright?" He wrapped an arm around her waist, and let her lean against him, while his over hand went up to rest against hers' on her crest.

"I'm fine," Katherine exhaled slowly. "But I think my nerves woke someone up." She slid their hands down to her belly, where Severus felt a couple of good thuds to his palm.

"Looks like they lost the snitch," Prescott frowned, as they leaned over the railing. "Katherine?" Her glamoured eyes searched the pitch, before shaking her head.

"No, it's gone," she sighed, leaning back a bit. "Damn it."


"That was too close," Helena gasped, gripping Hermione's hand.

"Bloody hell," Ron muttered, "I think he's better than Harry!"

"Gee, thanks Ron," Harry frowned at the red head.

"Sorry…"

"Snitch is gone," Ginny sighed, as the crowd quieted a bit. "Tough break."

"It's going to be a long match by the looks of it," Hemione noted, as the group sat back down to wait.


Another hour passed, and the Pumas were even further in the lead.

"AVIS SCORES!" Redding shouted. "PUMAS NOW LEAD 160-100!"

To say that Septimus was frustrated was an understatement. The Spoofhounds hadn't been that far behind the lead in over three years. He kept circling his broom in his spot, occasionally glancing at Juarez to see if she had taken off. But she was still there, hovering high in the air. The minutes ticked by, and the Spoofhounds kept falling further and further behind. Septimus could feel the championship slipping out of their reach.

Then just before the fifth hour, he caught a glimpse of gold near the north end of the pitch. Glancing behind him, Septimus noted that Juarez had her back to him. He knew as soon as he took off, the announcers would give away his movement, triggering Juarez to follow. He had to plan this carefully.

Gradually, Septimus dropped himself a bit lower into the playing field, acting as though he was still looking for the snitch. He would wait until he was perfectly aligned with the sphere, and then take off. With a final glance at Juarez, Septimus shot off like a bolt of lightning.

"AND THERE GOES PRINCE AGAIN!" Ludworth's voice echoed across the pitch, prompting Juarez to turn in Septimus' direction. "And Juarez is chasing after him!"

Septimus may have been well ahead of Juarez, but with the way the snitch twisted and turned in the air, she managed to catch up. The two were neck and neck again. Weaving between the players on the field. Septimus knew Juarez was getting frustrated as well, as she began to bump herself into him, trying to throw him off course. But he gave back as good as he got.

Higher and higher they rose into the air, as the snitch guided them towards the clouds. They were well above the pitch, both with arms stretched out in front of them. They were closing in on the snitch.

Suddenly the snitch levelled out and shot forward, just out of their reach again. Septimus and Juarez continued their pursuit; lowering themselves on their brooms to gain speed.

"LOOK AT THEM GO!" Redding cried. "THEY'RE STILL NECK AND NECK! IT'S GOING TO BE CLOSE LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"

Without warning the snitch dropped straight down in front of them, but the two were flying so fast, Septimus knew they would overshoot the spot. He knew there was only one thing he could do.

The crowd gasped as Septimus barrel-rolled himself on his broom and let go.

Flipping himself in mid-air, he saw the snitch just below him and stretched out an arm. The wind rushed past him harshly, chilling his face and hands. He was almost there…

…just a little further.


A/N: So I lied... but I couldn't help but post a chapter on Severus' birthday ;) A BIG thank you to irescy, KellenRae, MBird1980, 12345abcde1989, silverwolfwarrior13, DesertMortician, and DMLucas for the wonderful reviews! It makes my heart happy, and the support makes me so glad to be back writing. Until next time! - FonzFan