A/N: I'm always saying this, but effing hell, thank you, thank you for the support! It means so much to me!

It's Christmas time and I didn't even have a chance to wish you some sugary sweet stuff, so let me at least say—Happy New Year! Hope it will be as amazing as the soundtrack I'm currently listening to... (pure liquid diamonds flowing through my ears)

But back to the story, that's the reason why you're here in the first place am I right? (I wanted to update sooner, but you know how it is with holidays and social life—okay, I hardly have any, but when I do, it is insane, haha) Here's finally an update, and I really hope you'll enjoy!

Also, I've been thinking about adding some links to listen to while reading the story, I mean the background noises—I find it much more captivating that way—but then again, what's that huge imagination of ours for?

And you know what else I was thinking? Can you imagine your favourite ff being read by the actors as an audiobook? I mean I would die for this!

CARPE NOCTEM / GOLDEN FIELD / CH. 6

The crooked wand, digging directly into her pulse point, kept vibrating with an increasing force, ready to release the spell.

The unbearable tension penetrated the shivering skin, creeping into the lungs, making the soft walls shrink. There was no oxygen left, no blood flowing, no time to be counted.

She just stood there, unmoving, with her eyes shut so tightly the phosphenes started to appear, slowly erasing the horrible sight in front of her.

It'd been days. Days since her arrival, and the thick atmosphere was merciless, too reluctant to leave the cold hallways of Malfoy Manor. Quite the opposite: It came stronger every single day, as if feeding off of the residents' sleep, in the moments they kept forgetting and remembering at the same time. Time.

A parasite rooted from the very beginning.

Every second spent surrounded by the dark walls felt just so very wrong. It was sticks and stones at its finest and Hermione was doing everything she could to avoid adding any fuel to the fire, which was, however, bursting at number fifteen on the scale from one to eleven.

Sure, there was Draco, trying to ease the tension as much as he could, but the majority of three other souls made his effort go completely in vain.

Blaise, she'd never minded much. His mocking smirks and coarse insults were nothing new, but being in such a vulnerable state as she was right now, even the slightest remark pierced through her like a sword. It had become a habit of his, humiliating her every time they stumbled upon each other.

Knowing any better, Narcissa wouldn't even insist on keeping them in one place. She didn't care one bit for the half-blood's feelings but her son meant everything to her, so she had to swallow her pride and at least try to appear supportive.

But what an effort it took, because it wasn't just Zabini boy. It was Bella and Lucius as well, all grouped up against the girl. The blond witch had to become a mediator and deal with the most trivial of complaints from both parties. At first, neither her husband nor her sister wanted to eat in her company, whilst Draco refused to eat without her. Under different circumstances, Narcissa would have been elated with the fact they finally started to get along, but having Lucius lose his relationship with Draco and gaining Bellatrix's acceptance instead was less than a pyrrhic victory.

It was a desperate situation. Instead of having just one child to take care of, Narcissa suddenly felt like the mother of all five people present in the house.

She tried to shake some sense into them and even though it took all her wisdom and charm, she got them where she wanted at the end. At least partially.

Lucius, playing deaf, wouldn't utter a word while silently eating his meal, completely ignoring the existence of the girl, never glancing her direction, let alone replying to any greetings. Sure, it wasn't polite, but there was somebody else with such an attitude that Lucius' behaviour was exquisite manners compared to it.

Which was, of course, Bellatrix, always nagging her in the most inappropriate ways. Narcissa had to step in numerous times when she noticed Draco's open mouth ready to defend the half-blood. She didn't want him to get into a fight with his aunt. Bella had too much of a temper to handle it smoothly.

Hermione, however knowing the real reason behind the support coming from the blond witch, was extremely grateful anyway.

It wasn't actually that long ago when she had had to leave the breakfast table earlier. She had found herself sitting with Narcissa alone, sipping the tea in uncomfortable silence when Bellatrix, normally never present so early, had strolled past them, pausing just for a while to throw a rhetorical question in the air.

"I've always wondered, doesn't the tea taste filthy when—?" Catching Narcissa's gaze, she hadn't finished, but the devilish smile forming on her face spoke volumes as she glanced over at Hermione, whose stomach had dropped all the way down into hell, the very birthplace of the woman opposite her.

Narcissa had only closed her eyes, praying for Bella to finally grow up and stop bullying fifteen-year-old children. She had put the teacup aside, turning to the pale girl.

"Miss Granger, let me have a word with my sister, you can finish your meal upstairs."

"Of course, excuse me." Hermione, crumpling the napkin, had quickly stood up from the table, leaving the snow-white cloth next to her untouched plate. She hadn't spared anyone a single look as she turned her back to both witches.

She should have been grateful to be leaving the scene but at this point, it really didn't make any difference. No matter where she'd go and in what company she'd find herself, a flutter of nerve-crazed moths wouldn't leave her stomach however much she'd want them to.

It was an insane way of living. Her heart ached at the memory of her loving mom, smiling, waiting for her at the breakfast table.

Merlin, the girl couldn't even remember when was the last time she'd had a proper meal. Anytime she'd try and force some food down her throat, it would come back, leaving her all dizzy and weak.

One would think sleep would do it, but dreams wouldn't let Hermione have her peace either. She'd wake up in the middle of the night with her heart pounding and sweat lingering all over her forehead, odd images only adding to her already stressed out mind. There was no potion or spell that would make it better. The only possible cure was leaving. It was as simple as that. And there was somebody who needed to know. She was aware Draco would get upset, but he'd have to understand eventually. Nothing was worth losing her mental health.

It was a rare sunny day and Hermione had persuaded Draco to go for a walk outside the whole glory of the property.

"Still cannot believe you made me do this!" The blond boy panted, climbing the narrow hill in the nearby forest Hermione had chosen as their destination.

"Oh come on, it's just a small mound, not Mount Everest!" She was a good seventeen feet ahead but stopped just to wait for his lazy arse.

Struggling, he finally joined her, clutching his left hip. "If you wanted to kill me, you should have said so. Had I known any better, I would willingly drink Weedosoros instead."

"You couldn't because the main ingredient—" Hermione began automatically, but Draco rolled his eyes, stopping her in the middle of the sentence.

"All right, all right!" He clasped his hands together as if praying."Granger, just stop being a smartass and enjoy the conversation for a change, will you?!"

A small smile formed on the girl's face but she didn't say anything. She'd decided to take Draco out and just talk through everything with him and explain why it would be for the best for her to leave.

"Okay, let's just sit here for a while and rest." Hermione stopped when they reached a large golden field full of the afternoon crickets' melodies.

"Thank Merlin! I really started to think you wanted to drag me away from my house and kill me in the middle of nowhere, but there's still a chance to run away if needed." Draco plopped into the grass, lying flat on his back, not really noticing the huge anthill below him.

"No! Draco, stand up!" The girl quickly tried to save him but he already realised what he'd done and leapt to his feet. Yelling out, the boy started running across the field, taking his robe off and throwing it away from him on the go.

Hermione, watching the scene with a hand over her mouth, suddenly couldn't help it any longer. She burst out laughing, clutching at her stomach. Tears were waling her cheeks when she saw the blondhead disappear as he fell down while shouting over at her. She laughed and laughed until her cheeks hurt and there was no anxiety left.

When Draco finally made his way back to her, she was kneeling down, trying to catch her breath. His cheeks, softly pink from all the running, twitched as he glanced down at her. The girl looked at him through her teary eyes and threw her head back in a new wave of laughter. He was missing a t-shirt and his naked pale chest glittered brightly in the afternoon sun rays.

"Think this is funny, do you?! You just wait!" he hissed and lunged for her. He seized her arms and forced her to stand up.

"No, I don't, I just—" she let out, trying to stop herself from giggling, but the laughter immediately transformed into a yelp of surprise when he bent down, putting his arms around her thighs and hoisting her over his shoulder.

"Nooo!" she yelled as he spun around, making her hug his torso for better stability. "Still funny, Granger?!" Now it was Draco's turn to laugh.

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" She apologised as all the blood rushed to her head.

Draco let out a soft laugh and put her down. Hermione steadied herself, nudging his arms. And there was a moment the eyes locked and the smiles faltered.

They could almost taste the tension. Hermione gulped. No, this couldn't be...

"Eh... you're missing a t-shirt, Mr pale chest!" She pointed, faking joviality to hide her panic.

Draco blinked once and raised his eyebrows. "Thanks for noticing, now help me find it or you'll be hanging upside down for laughing until tomorrow!" He sneered and lunged for her again. Hermione exhaled with a surprised laugh and started running, not wanting to give him another chance to fool around like that.

They found his robe within two minutes and while she waited for him to shake all the ants away, she couldn't help her mind from wondering.

'Now, that was silly, Hermione! Of course, Draco's not interested in you...! But what if...? No, you were just imagining things!'

She wasn't sure what'd just happened but hoped it was nothing but her mind playing tricks on her. She'd never...

"Great, we should get back before you get any more ideas!" Draco suggested as he put the light robe over his head, interrupting Hermione's train of thoughts.

"What?" She blushed nervously. "Oh, right... No, wait! Actually," blurting, Hermione shook her head, "I wanted to talk about something."

"Okay, go on." Draco prompted her to continue.

"Well, " Hermione started, looking over at the swaying trees in the distance, "first of all, Draco, I can't express how much I appreciate everything you've done for me. I mean, you, standing up to your family's beliefs—it's certainly something!" she continued, her thoughts suddenly a mess. "But you must have noticed this whole thing—it's not getting any better. It's actually worse every single day." She smiled sadly. "I just think I should go."

"What? But Granger, I can talk to—!" he started, frowning.

"Oh, Draco, I've already told you I don't want you to fight with your family!" Hermione shook her head disapprovingly. "You've done enough, all right?"

"I'll talk to my mother about this, she must shake some sense into my aunt." He glanced at her with a firm gaze.

"No! Can't you see she's doing her best? Leave her out of it. Look, she's been fighting with the whole family over this and honestly, I think she's had enough and... so have I." She admitted, tearing apart a stalk of wheat.

There was a murmur, but Hermione couldn't really make out what exactly it was.

"I beg your pardon?" She frowned.

"I said I'm sorry." Draco let out after a while, turning away to hide his expression from Hermione.

"What? You don't have to apologise! You haven't done anything!" She quickly put a hand on his shoulder.

"Exactly, I've never intervened when aunt Bella insulted you. Not once."

Hermione didn't know what to say. She kept opening and closing her mouth until the words came back to her. "Look, Draco, it's all right! I've never asked you to defend me, it's not your job to do so."

"It is! I know my family. I know how they are and how they think. I promised you, remember? I promised everything would be fine and I've failed," he replied, moving away from her touch.

Hermione kept hypnotising him for a while before her lips curled upwards. "Look at you, Mr Malfoy!"

He turned to her, perplexed. "What?"

"How can you say you've failed?" she asked softly. "Just take a good look at yourself. Go back two years ago. You were an insolent little git, cursing anyone just because you could, insulting whoever crossed your way. That was a failure—not yours, I guess, but it was. But you—you've changed. You've stood up to everything you believed in your whole life! And that, Draco, makes everything fine." Hermione finished breathlessly.

Silence fell between them like haze. He was looking at her with a slightly opened mouth, too speechless to say anything.

"Come on, say something." Hermione let out nervously, too impatient to wait for him to start on his own.

"It's you," Draco blurted finally, his cheeks getting two shades redder.

"Sorry?" she asked confused, not really catching the drift.

"I mean, it's all you. You've made me change... Hermione." The way he spoke her name was too soft and hopeful, too sweet and innocent, like the taste of new beginnings. It was all girls her age hoped for. Them but not her. She couldn't explain why, but something odd twisted in her stomach upon hearing those words. It twitched and turned, panic mixed with sadness creeping down her lungs. And she realised—she wasn't mistaken earlier.

And however sweet his confession came out, Hermione couldn't really feel anything she was supposed to and it scared her to death.

In a desperate need to ease the tension, she lunged for one of his own tricks.

"You're getting soft." She let out, smiling with the left corner of her mouth, feigning composure again. This made Draco widen his eyes and get even more crimson in his face.

"Couldn't help it," she added quickly, "it has side effects too. Being your friend, I mean." She emphasised the word firmly. "Your cynicism's just too contagious."

It took them three seconds before they both burst out laughing, the tension evaporating in the blink of an eye.

"Okay, you've got me here," the boy let out, slowly killing the laughter, "but Granger," okay, back to the surname again, Hermione thought. "Let's compromise. Stay until the end of the week and then go. It's just four more days, it won't kill you."

"Well, that's a little controversial, don't you think?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"Maybe, but the O.W.L's results are coming this week and you surely—" he started but the girl cut him off, yelping.

"WHAT?! Oh no! I've completely forgotten they're coming! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" She panicked, her eyes as wide as plates.

"I thought—" he began, only to be hushed again.

"Doesn't matter now!" Hermione put her palm over her mouth and quickly started sprinting back towards the Manor, leaving Draco behind.

"Where are you going?" he shouted after her, trying to catch up.

"Where do you think?! The O.W.L's are coming and he's asking me—" she yelled back erratically as she kept jumping over rocks and roots.

Under constant grumbling coming from behind her back, Hermione finally arrived back to the Manor, flying through the magical barrier, running straight into the house.

"Miss Granger?" She heard a cold surprised gasp somewhere on the left. Stopping abruptly, she glanced over, trying to locate the owner of the voice, but her vision became blurry when somebody crashed into her, almost sending her flat on her stomach.

"For Merlin's sake! What is this?!" Narcissa Malfoy came into the view as Hermione and Draco tried to steady themselves. "What are you two doing?"

"Excuse us, Madame!" The girl apologised quickly, her face warm and red—whether it was from running or embarrassment she couldn't tell. "Uhm... It's just that I've realised, the O.W.L.s are coming this week and," Hermione continued, her breath heavy, "I wanted to know whether..."

"No owls today," Narcissa interrupted, annoyed, her eyes immediately jumping to her son. "We need to talk, Draco...privately," she added firmly.

Hermione, catching the meaning, only smiled awkwardly and excused herself. She took mere three steps when the boy stopped her. "Wait, Granger! What is going on, mother?" he asked in a clear voice, folding his arms.

"Draco...?!" Narcissa could taste disbelief in her mouth. "I think I said very clearly I wanted to talk privately!"

"We'll see each other later," Hermione emphasised, feeling desperate. They were back at it again. She was aware Draco's mother wanted her here probably as much as her husband, but she was the last person Draco should be mean to. He wasn't being fair.

"No, stay!" he said firmly, thinking he was acting all heroic, "she can hear it now or ten minutes later upstairs, it's your choice."

Hermione closed her eyes and buried her face into her palms. This couldn't be happening.

"How dare you talk to me in such a manner, I'm your mother!" she hissed quietly but still managed to maintain her posh tone.

Draco didn't apologise, nor did he avert his gaze. He was done being a coward.

When Narcissa realised there was nothing coming out of him, she took an erratic breath. "Look, young man, I don't think you quite realise what I've sacrificed accepting the girl here," she let out, not really caring anymore about Hermione's presence." I've been supportive all along just because of you and what is it I get in return?! Nothing but defiance and insolence." Narcissa stepped closer to her son, making his firm expression falter. "So think very carefully about your choice of words. It's the least you can do." She finished, lifting her chin.

This was the first time Hermione had seen the woman crossed, let alone with her son.

She took another few steps, trying to get away from the scene, but this time it was the blond witch stopping her. "No, don't leave! He wants you to hear it, so let's do it his way," Narcissa exhorted, turning to the girl. "Miss Granger, are you by any chance familiar with any pureblood tradition?" She raised her eyebrows as she gestured towards the door leading to the library.

"Yes, I've read a lot of books regarding the topic! The Pure Blood Directory and—" Hermione began, but then caught Draco's gaze clearly advising her to shut up.

"Impressive," Narcissa called over her shoulder as she led the way into the spacious room full of books. When they reached the dark sofa, she prompted both Draco and Hermione to sit down while she remained standing.

"Have you read anything regarding the pureblood marriage?" she asked again while turning her back to them.

"Mother!" the boy hissed suddenly, not really keen on analysing this kind of topic.

"Silence, Draco! You were the one who insisted on letting her stay." She briefly looked at her son but then turned again towards the table with the photographs.

"Have you, Ms Granger?" Narcissa repeated the question when Hermione kept quiet.

"I—" She glanced at Draco who only shook his head. "No, ma'am, I haven't."

"Well, the tradition's always been about parents arranging the marriage for their children, but I suppose you already knew all that—the Hogwarts library is just huge, am I right?" She took the same photo of baby Draco Hermione had seen the very first day she arrived. "Lots of books to be read," Narcissa added, glancing at the memory of the tiny boy, "about so many things."

"Ah.. there you are, Cissy! We've been looking for you." The voice of Draco's aunt suddenly pierced their ears. All three of them turned their heads, spotting Bellatrix and Lucius walking towards them side by side like best friends.

"Have you told him already?" Lucius asked impatiently.

"Told me what?" Draco was looking from one parent to another, confusion written all over his face.

Hermione, on the other hand, kept her head bowed, purposefully avoiding any eye contact.

"It's your first ball this Sunday!" Bellatrix's voice sang cheerfully.

Hermione couldn't help but shot Draco a quick look. If it wouldn't be for the nerves eating her up alive, she'd actually laugh at the sight in front of her.

"What ball?!" Draco gulped audibly, his eyes full of unfounded fright.

"You're seventeen in less than a year. You're going to choose your future wife." Lucius informed him in a harsh tone.

"What?!" Draco suddenly leapt to his feet, making Hermione jump slightly.

"All pureblood families are invited. Your friend is no longer needed here," the man added, addressing Hermione for the first time since her arrival. He stood next to his sister-in-law, avoiding anyone's eyes.

Draco, on the other hand, kept the firm gaze pointed at his father. To everyone's surprise, he sat down, his lips curling into a sly smirk. "If you want me to go, Granger's got to be there as well," he announced calmly.

When the words found their way into Hermione's mind, she'd rather see herself in hell then here and now. This couldn't be happening.

Everyone but the boy looked like they have been slapped by a giant palm. Narcissa was the first to recover. "Draco, absolutely not! This isn't something we will negotiate on!"

"Fine, then I'm not going." He folded his arms behind his neck as if nothing had happened.

"Listen to me, you little...!" Bellatrix suddenly barked, taking a few steps closer, but was stopped by Narcissa crossing her way.

"Bellatrix, don't! Let me deal with it!" she let out firmly.

"You should have dealt with it much sooner! I've told you this would end up a disaster, haven't I?" she snapped but backed away nevertheless, shooting Hermione a look full of hatred, which pierced through the poor girl like a knife. "Draco, I swear, if you don't stop with this nonsense right this instant, I'm going to teach you how to respect your family and believe me, you don't want to go through it!" she added angrily but kept her distance.

"How can I respect a family who doesn't even know the meaning of the word," he murmured.

There was a silence and Hermione could feel a rush of goosebumps forming on her arms. This wasn't good and she knew it. Why couldn't he just keep quiet sometimes? Why?

"What did you just say?" Bellatrix asked, feigning calmness, but a twitching muscle in her jaw gave her away.

"Bella..." Narcissa seized her elbow.

"You know what—deal with your brat! Because I can't guarantee what I'll do to him if I hear one more word coming out of his traitorous mouth!"

Neither Lucius nor Narcissa said anything in the boy's defence.

Hermione, having had enough, had no desire to listen to this any longer. "Uhm... I should... I should probably go," she announced quietly, standing up.

"No, if you go home, Granger, I swear I won't come to the bloody ball at all!" he blurted, his eyes akin to lightning.

"Draco, stop!" Hermione objected desperately. "It's insane!"

"Speak up, girl, we can't hear you," Bellatrix addressed her, coming a few steps closer.

"I just said... it's a terrible idea," Hermione repeated, averting her gaze. It was still hard to maintain such an intense look.

"See, Draco?! Even the Muddy understands!" she approved and despite her resignation on talking to him still seemed to find the strength to continue.

"Please, aunt Bella, don't call her that, she has a name." Draco frowned, no longer tolerating this rude behaviour.

"All right, you wanna play the 'if you don't allow me this, then I won't do that' games, don't you? Fine! You don't want me calling her names? Then grow up, finally send the girl home, and we can all forget about this whole situation." She lifted her chin, nodding towards Hermione.

"Draco, your aunt is right." Hermione looked at him. It was insane. The whole fighting just because he wanted her somewhere she didn't even wish to be.

"See?" Bella tilted her head, clearly pleased. "You tell him, deary!"

"Granger, don't be stupid! You don't have to leave!" Draco turned to her with a frowning look.

"No, I'll go, but please don't fight anymore." Hermione ignored him. She looked at Bellatrix's smug face, doing everything in her willpower not to look away too soon. "Madame, please, don't be cro..."

"Look, muddy, I think you've mistaken me for someone who cares about your opinion—though I highly doubt there are such individuals... Just go already." She rolled her eyes.

"If she leaves now, you can all forget about me attending!" The boy gritted through his teeth.

"I'll kill him! I swear I'm—" The dark witch threw her hands up, turning her back to them, completely frustrated.

"Draco, you cannot blackmail us like that!" Hermione turned on her heel. "It's not just your family! Did you even think about whether I want to be there or not? There are other people besides you!" she snapped, surprising everyone in the room.

It had been bubbling under the surface for far too long and she was just done. Done with everything. She turned her back to them, ready to walk away.

"Fine," Narcissa said in a clear voice, raising her eyebrows even more.

"What?" Bellatrix, Lucius, and Draco spoke at the same time.

"Miss Granger may attend the ball," she announced, stopping Hermione in the middle of the way.

"Are you bloody insane?!" Bellatrix barked only to be joined by Lucius. "Oh, please!"

"I mean it," the blond witch spoke again.

"Such a scandal!" Lucius ran a hand through his hair. "Doesn't this family mean anything to you, Narcissa?"

"It does... more than anything in the world—that's the thing," she let out quietly, looking at Draco with such love in her eyes the boy couldn't help but quickly walked over to her, pulling her into his embrace.

Hermione's eyes filled with tears. She watched the scene with such warmth forming inside her chest that she couldn't help but smiled.

"Right... Granger." The boy's lips curled upwards when he let go of his mother and looked at the bushy-haired girl.

She kept smiling back at him, the unspoken hanging in the air. After seconds of silence, she mouthed him a pair of three simple words. Good-bye, Draco.

His expression faltered, changing into confusion. He opened his mouth to say something but she already turned back, walking out of the library.

She had to say Good-Bye. This was as good as it could get and she knew it was the time to leave.

There was a knock on the door that made Hermione turn away from the books she was just putting into her bag.

"I'm not changing my mind, Draco." She called and smiled to herself.

"It's not Draco."

The girl froze. She stood up and slowly came to the door. She pushed it open only to be greeted by Narcissa Malfoy herself.

"May I come in?" She asked in her usual posh tone, but this time there was something different about it.

"Of course." Hermione backed away, letting the elegant woman in.

"So you've decided to leave." Narcissa nodded towards the opened wardrobe and the bags laid next to it.

"Yes, I have. I don't think it's right for me to stay, let alone go to the ball," Hermione replied bitterly, still standing at the door.

"Maybe not," the woman agreed, hesitant as she walked over to the wardrobe, turning to face Hermione, "but who decides what is right or wrong?"

"Feelings?" Hermione replied simply.

"Or circumstances?" the woman suggested and her eyes suddenly weren't as cold. There was wisdom in them and something Hermione couldn't quite identify.

"Or more like perception," she added, making Narcissa smile slightly.

"Well, let it be whatever it is. In the end, there's only one truth. It's not permanent." Glancing over at the last book laid on the bed, she continued. "All our life, we've lived under the impression we're better than the rest. It's something we were born into and you can't just expect us to change our views. However... it doesn't necessarily mean we are right about everything... or everyone."

Hermione hung on her every word.

"Should I take it as an apology?" she asked, hesitant.

"No," the witch replied simply, "had it not been for the mistakes, people would never learn anything." She raised her eyebrows. "If I apologise, I regret gaining the knowledge."

"Aren't you ever sorry about hurting people along the process?" the girl inquired curiously.

"I can't control the way they perceive things, can I? Either they understand I needed to learn, or they don't—and I hope, Granger, that you do," she let out after a while with the self-control that must have cost her all her pride.

"So it is an apology," Hermione said, too surprised to stop herself from talking.

Narcissa only glanced at her with those arctic eyes without any blinking.

"It's just four more days. Stay for the ball and then go if you like... but don't hurt him like that. My son's fought his whole family and if that's not good enough for you, I can't imagine what is..." She let the words sink in and slowly left the confused Hermione alone to her thoughts.

Sooo, the story went a little complicated with Draco's feelings, am I right? Who would have thought so, hm? But don't you worry though, Bellamione's still on the menu!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed some drama.

Much much love, ghosties and as always let me know what you think, I love hearing from you!