The Chamber of Secrets

The next day at breakfast, Castiel listened wide-eyed as they told him what had happened.

'I knew that it wasn't Hagrid,' he said triumphantly.

'Yeah, but he still almost got us killed,' Ron said grumpily.

Castiel shrugged.

'All we need now is to find a way into Myrtle's bathroom,' Sherlock said.

'Yeah, that'll be easy,' said Harry.

Just then Seamus came up to them.

'Have you heard?' he said. 'We still have to do exams!'

'What?' Ron cried.

'Well I should think so!' said Percy, who had been listening. 'We should be aiming to keep things as normal as possible.'

John snorted but said nothing.

'How am I supposed to do exams with this?' Ron spluttered, holding up the wand that he was attempting to Spellotape together again.

Three days before their first exam, Professor McGonagall made an announcement at breakfast.

'I have good news!' she said.

Instead of falling silent, the Great Hall erupted in speculation. Professor McGonagall waited for the hubbub to subside and said, 'Professor Sprout has informed me that the Mandrakes are ready for cutting at last. Tonight, we will be able to revive those people who have been Petrified. I need hardly remind you all that one of them may well be able to tell us who, or what, attacked them. I am hopeful that this dreadful year will end with us catching the culprit.'

There was an explosion of cheering.

'It won't matter that we never had a chance to talk to Myrtle,' Ron said happily. 'Hermione'll probably have all the answers when they wake her up!'

'Might be kinder to leave her where she is until after the exams,' John joked. 'She hasn't done any revision yet and she'll go mad!'

Everyone gave an appreciative chuckle.

'Mr Edlund!' a voice squeaked from behind them.

They turned and saw Professor Flitwick approaching Castiel.

'Yes, Professor?' Castiel said politely.

'You are excused from afternoon lessons today. Madam Pomfrey has asked for your assistance in the hospital wing.'

'Oh,' Castiel said, surprised. 'Thank you for letting me know, Professor.'

'I will escort you after our Charms lesson today.'

Professor Flitwick then disappeared. Once he had gone, Ginny came over and sat next to Ron, looking nervous.

'What's up?' said Ron, spooning porridge into his bowl.

Ginny didn't say anything, but she looked up and down the table, shifting around in her seat.

'Spit it out,' said Ron, watching her.

She rocked backwards and forwards in her seat.

'I've got to tell you something,' she mumbled.

'What is it?' John asked, a strange feeling coming over him.

Ginny opened her mouth but no sound came out. Harry leaned in and murmured something to her, but just as she drew in a deep breath, Percy appeared looking tired.

'If you've finished eating, Ginny, I'll take that seat. I'm starving; I've only just got off patrol duty.'

Ginny jumped up as if she'd been electrocuted and scurried away.

'Percy!' Ron said angrily. 'She was just about to tell us something important!'

Percy choked on the mug of tea he had been drinking.

'What sort of thing?' he coughed.

'I just asked her if she'd seen anything odd, and she started to say-'

'Oh- that – that's nothing to do with the Chamber of Secrets,' Percy said.

'How do you know?' said Ron.

'Well, er if you must know, Ginny er, walked in on me the other day when I was – well, never mind – the point is, she spotted me doing something and I, um, I asked her not to mention it to anyone. I must say, I did think she'd keep her word. It's nothing, really.'

John couldn't get rid of the strange feeling collecting in his chest, and as he watched Ginny retreat from the Great Hall, his legs lifted him from his seat.

'I'm just going to talk to Ginny,' John murmured to Harry, quiet enough so that Percy wouldn't hear him, and followed her out.

Castiel quietly watched Sherlock throughout their Transfiguration lesson. He transfigured his shrew into a candlestick and back again as easily as he always had, but something was off. He seemed almost vacant, switching the shrew back and forth absent-mindedly.

'What's wrong?' Castiel asked.

'I don't know why everyone keeps asking me that,' Sherlock said.

He shrugged and Castiel abandoned the question, not wanting to get in trouble with Professor McGonagall.

Later on, Professor McGonagall was escorting them to Potions and Castiel hung back a little with Sherlock.

'Please tell me what's going on, Sherlock, I'm your friend,' said Castiel.

'There's nothing wrong with me, hon-'

Sherlock was cut off by a white hot surge of pain through his body. He fell against the wall with his arms wrapped around himself.

'Sherlock!' Castiel cried in alarm.

Sherlock barely heard him. A loud buzzing had filled his head and he gasped as a wave of pain once again washed over him. Castiel reached for him.

'Don't!' Sherlock grunted, feeling as though he shouldn't be touched.

He felt an inexplicable pull down the corridor and found it impossible to resist.

'John! Something's wrong with John!' he gasped

He stumbled away down the corridor.

'Sherlock!'

Castiel realised that the group had carried on without them and was suddenly very aware of how alone they were. He followed Sherlock, not wanting to leave him wandering the corridors by himself.

Sherlock's body now felt very cold and stiff, yet the pull was becoming stronger. He stumbled around a corner and stopped dead, feeling as if he'd walked head on into a brick wall. Castiel came around the corner as well and Sherlock heard him cry out. The buzzing in his head had stopped and everything was silent but for the beating of his own heart.

They were in the corridor with Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, and a little way up from the door stood John, Petrified, in almost exactly the same spot as Mrs Norris. New words, gleaming red, had been written under 'Enemies of the heir, beware' that said, 'Her skeleton will lie in the chamber forever'.

Sherlock approached John, fighting through his shock and the odd, empty feeling in the back of his mind. Unlike the others that had been found, John was frozen in a way that suggested he had just been standing there when he had been attacked. One hand in his pocket, the other holding a small, plastic pink mirror. Sherlock examined the mirror curiously, trying to figure out why on earth John would have this. He placed a hand on John's stiff arm and he was suddenly bombarded by images, thoughts and feelings. The fog that had been on his mind all year was suddenly lifted and the more he saw, the more the gravity of the situation sunk in, and the more anger he felt With nothing to take it out on, he stormed up and down the corridor.

'It's all right, Sherlock,' Castiel said, trying to calm Sherlock down, despite shaking badly himself. 'The Mandrakes are ready so he'll be fine tomorrow.'

'Yes, I know that. That's not the point. That useless human being Lockhart has been erasing my memory all year.'

'What?'

Before he could explain, Professor McGonagall appeared, looking thunderous.

'You two! What are you – oh, my goodness!'

She clutched her chest as she saw John and the writing on the wall.

'Professor,' Sherlock said, addressing her calmly. 'I believe that the person who has been taken into the Chamber is Ginny Weasley. She and John both left breakfast early this morning.'

Professor McGonagall nodded gravely.

'Both of you follow me. I will take you to the staff room and under no circumstances are you to leave alone. Understand?'

'Yes, Professor.'

Once she had taken them to the staff room, she left them alone, but neither of them could relax enough to sit down.

'What did you mean about Professor Lockhart?' Castiel asked tentatively.

Sherlock clenched his jaw.

'I found out that he's a complete fraud. He's been taking credit for other wizards' achievements. I discovered it in one of the newspapers in the library. There was a short article about the wizard that defeated that yeti Lockhart's always talking about. I suppose he hadn't managed to get rid of it. Anyway, I confronted him about it and he erased my memory but never managed to make me forget I was investigating him.'

'That's terrible!' Castiel said, appalled.

Sherlock shook his head.

'The worst part is that I've known what the monster of Slytherin is this whole time and he's made me forget all year.'

Castiel blinked rapidly.

'How- how do you know now? How have you remembered?'

'I'm not sure exactly how, but when I touched John, the charm was broken.'

Castiel nodded slowly, thinking hard.

'What is the monster?'

Before Sherlock could reply, the door opened and Harry and Ron burst in. They looked at each other in surprise.

'What are you doing in here?' Ron asked.

'What are you doing in here?' said Sherlock.

Just then, Professor McGonagall's magically magnified voice echoed through the corridors.

'All students are to return to their house dormitories at once. All teacher report to the staff room. Immediately please.'

Ron gaped.

'Not another attack. Not now.'

'The teachers will be here soon. You have to hide,' Castiel said urgently.

Ron tried to protest, but Castiel silenced him and shoved them both into an ugly wardrobe filled with teachers' cloaks. The door banged open and teachers filtered in looking puzzled, especially once they saw Sherlock and Castiel. Professor McGonagall arrived and the room fell silent.

'It has happened,' she told them. 'A student has been taken by the monster right into the Chamber itself.'

Professor Flitwick let out a squeal. Professor Sprout clapped a hand over her mouth.

Snape gripped the back of a chair and said, 'How can you be sure? And why are these two here?'

'The heir of Slytherin has left a message, right underneath the first one. Her skeleton will lie in the Chamber forever.'

Professor Flitwick burst into tears.

'John Watson has also been Petrified. These two found him by the message so I brought them here for their safety.'

'Who is it?' said Madam Hooch, who had sunk, weak-kneed, into a chair. 'Which student has been taken?'

'Ginny Weasley,' said Professor McGonagall.

'Professor, excuse my interruption, but I believe I know what the monster is,' said Sherlock.

All the teachers turned to face him incredulously.

'By all means, tell us what you think,' Professor McGonagall said seriously.

'I think it's a Basilisk, Professor.'

The teachers all muttered nervously. Professor McGonagall sighed.

'Holmes, are you sure?'

'It's a giant snake Professor, what else would the monster of Slytherin be?'

'I fear you're right. We shall have to send the students home tomorrow…'

The staff room door banged open again and in came Lockhart, beaming widely.

'So sorry – dozed off – what have I missed?'

Sherlock balled his fists and Castiel had to hold him back. Lockhart's smile faltered a little when he saw the fury on Sherlock's face. Snape then stepped forward.

'Just the man,' he said nastily. 'The very man. A girl has been snatched by the heir of Slytherin, Lockhart. Taken into the Chamber of Secrets itself. Your moment has come at last.'

Lockhart blanched.

'That's right, Gilderoy,' chipped in Professor Sprout. 'Weren't you saying just last night that you've known all along where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is?'

'I – well, I – ' Lockhart spluttered.

'Yes, didn't you tell me you were sure you knew exactly what was inside it?' piped up Professor Flitwick.

'D-did I? I don't recall…'

'I certainly remember you saying you were sorry you hadn't had a crack at the monster before Hagrid was arrested,' said Snape. 'Didn't you say that the whole affair had been mishandled, and that you should have been given free reign from the first?'

Lockhart stared around at his stony-faced colleagues.

'I-I really never… You may have misunderstood…'

'We'll leave it to you, then Gilderoy,' said Professor McGonagall. 'Tonight will be an excellent time to do it. We'll make sure everyone's out of your way. You'll be able to tackle the monster all by yourself. A free reign at last.'

Lockhart gazed around at them desperately, but no one came to his rescue. Sherlock felt a savage satisfaction as Lockhart's lip trembled and, without his usual toothy grin, he looked weak-chinned and weedy. Sherlock turned to grin at Castiel, but stopped himself at the look of bitter disappointment on Castiel's face.

'V-very well,' said Lockhart. 'I'll- I'll be in my office, getting – getting ready.'

And he left the room.

'Right,' said Professor McGonagall, whose nostrils were flared, 'that's got him out of the way. Heads of Houses should go and inform their students what has happened. Tell them the Hogwarts Express will take them first thing in the morning. Professor Sinistra, will you please escort Mr Edlund to the hospital wing? Madam Pomfrey still requests his presence. Will the rest of you please make sure no students have been left outside their dormitories?'

In the flurry of action, Sherlock quietly approached Professor McGonagall.

'Professor, may I stay in Gryffindor tower tonight?' he asked.

'Why would you want to do that?' she said sharply.

Sherlock fidgeted a little.

'I- I don't want to be – alone…' he mumbled.

Professor McGonagall's gaze softened.

'Very well, Sherlock. You may come with me.'

Sherlock pace backwards and forwards in the Gryffindor common room. Harry and the Weasleys all sat, quiet and pale in the corner. Eventually Fred and George went up to their dormitory, unable to sit in the subdued common room any longer, and Sherlock calmed himself so that he could sit with Harry and Ron.

'She knew something,' Ron said. 'That's why she was taken. It wasn't some stupid thing about Percy at all. She'd found out something about the Chamber of Secrets. That must be why she was… I mean, she's a pure-blood. There can't be any other reason.'

Harry grimaced.

'How did you find out about the Basilisk?' he asked Sherlock.

'I already knew,' he said bitterly. 'Lockhart erased it from my memory.'

'Wait, you can do that?'

'Yes.'

Harry pulled a scrap of paper from his pocket and handed it to Sherlock.

'Hermione had that in her hand.'

He unfurled it and read the paragraph that was written on it.

One of the many fearsome beasts that roam our land, there none more

curious or deadly than the Basilisk, known as the King of Serpents. This

snake, which may reach gigantic size, and live many hundreds of years,

born from a chicken's egg hatched beneath a toad. Its methods of killing

are most wondrous, for aside from its deadly and venomous fangs, the

Basilisk has a murderous stare, and all who are fixed with the beam of its

eye shall suffer instant death. Spiders flee before the Basilisk, for it is their

mortal enemy, and the Basilisk flees only from the crowing of the rooster,

which is fatal to it.

Sherlock nodded.

'No one caught a look at it full in the face,' he said.

'No. Colin had his camera and Justin saw it through Nearly- Headless Nick,' said Harry.

'And John and Hermione had mirrors. Mrs Norris?'

'She saw it in the reflection of the flood from Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. It's been getting around through the plumbing – Hermione says so there – and we think the entrance to the Chamber is in Myrtle's bathroom.'

'That makes sense, since it killed her last time.'

'Yeah. We were in the staff room to tell them what we know, but…'

Harry shrugged.

Ron, who had been getting increasingly restless, said, 'D'you think there's any chance that she's not – you know –'

Neither of them knew what to say, nor could they see how Ginny could still be alive.

'I think we should go and see Lockhart,' Ron said, standing up. 'We should tell him what we know. He's going to try and get into the Chamber. We can tell him where we think it is, and tell him it's a Basilisk in there.'

'That sounds like an excellent idea,' Sherlock said, jumping up.

The Gryffindors around them, miserable as they were at having lost five of their number, felt so sorry for the Weasleys that no one stopped them as they left through the portrait hole.

It was almost dark once they reached Lockhart's office and there seemed to be a lot of activity going on inside. They could hear scraping, thumps and hurried footsteps.

Harry knocked and there was a sudden silence, then the door cracked open and they saw one of Lockhart's eyes peering through it.

'Oh, Mr Potter, Mr Weasley… Holmes… I'm rather busy at the moment-'

'We'll only be a minute,' Sherlock said brightly, barging through the door. Once he was inside, he drew his wand and pointed it directly at Lockhart's nose. He backed away but the three boys followed him.

The office had been stripped bare, books and robes hastily stuffed into trunks by the desk.

'Going somewhere?' Sherlock accused.

'Ah, yes, well, urgent call… unavoidable… got to go...'

'What about my sister?' Ron said jerkily.

'Don't bother,' Sherlock snarled, shoving his wand closer to Lockhart's face. 'Do you have any idea what you've done? I knew what the monster was all along. I could have prevented the attacks.'

'That's neither here nor there,' Lockhart stuttered.

'So you're running away?' Harry said disbelievingly. 'After all the stuff you wrote in your books?'

'Books can be misleading.'

'You wrote them!' Harry shouted.

'My dear boy,' said Lockhart. 'Do use your common sense. My books wouldn't have sold half as well if people didn't think I'd done all those things. No one wants to read about some ugly old Armenian warlock, even if he did save a village from werewolves. He'd look dreadful on the front cover. No dress sense at all. And the witch who banished the Bandon Banshee had a hare lip. I mean, come on…'

Ron's face twisted into a snarl.

'I knew there was something off about you. I thought it was just because you were a rubbish teacher.'

'Now, now, Mr Weasley, I am good at some things. As Mr Holmes will attest to, my Memory Charms are particularly potent. Unfortunately though, boys, I can't have you blabbering all my secrets. I don't know how you broke my charm before, but this time you won't even remember your own name.'

He whipped out his wand but as he opened his mouth, Sherlock bellowed, 'Expelliarmus!' at the same time Harry did. Lockhart was blasted backwards and fell over one of his trunks. His wand flew high; Ron caught it and flung it out of the window.

'Shouldn't have let Professor Snape teach us that one,' Harry said furiously, kicking one of Lockhart's trunks aside.

Lockhart was looking up at him, weedy once more. Harry was still pointing his wand at him.

'What d'you want me to do?' Lockhart said weakly. 'I don't know where the Chamber of Secrets is. There's nothing I can do.'

'You're in luck,' said Harry, forcing Lockhart to his feet. 'We think we know where it is and what's inside it. Let's go.'

They marched Lockhart out of his office and down to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. They sent him in first and were pleased to see him shaking.

Moaning Myrtle was sitting on the cistern of the end toilet.

'Oh, it's you,' she said when she saw Harry. 'What do you want this time?'

'To ask you how you died,' said Harry.

Myrtle's whole demeanour changed at once. She looked as though she had never been asked such a flattering question.

'Ooooh, it was dreadful,' she said with relish. 'It happened right in here. I died in this very cubicle I remember it so well. I'd hidden because Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses. The door was locked, and I was crying, and then I heard somebody come in. They said something funny. A different language, I think it must have been. Anyway, what really got me was that it was a boy speaking. So I unlocked the door, to tell him to go and use his own toilet, and then – ' Myrtle swelled importantly, her face shining, 'I died.'

'How?' Harry asked.

'No idea,' Myrtle said in hushed tones. 'I just remember seeing a pair of great big yellow eyes. My whole body seized up, and then I was floating away…' She looked dreamily down at Harry. 'And then I came back again. I was determined to haunt Olive Hornby, you see. Oh, she was sorry she'd ever laughed at my glasses.'

'Where did you see the eyes?' said Harry.

'Somewhere there,' said Myrtle, pointing vaguely towards the sink in front of her toilet.

The three of them hurried over to the sink, leaving Lockhart to stand well back with a look of utter terror on his face.

It looked exactly like an ordinary sink. They examined every inch of it, including the pipes below. Then Harry saw a tiny snake etched on the side of one of the taps.

'That tap's never worked,' said Myrtle, as he frantically tried to turn it.

'Harry,' Ron said suddenly, 'say something in Parseltongue.'

'You can speak Parseltongue?' Sherlock said, shocked.

'Yeah, Sherlock, you've seen him do it,' said Ron.

Sherlock angrily rounded on Lockhart, who held his hands up defensively.

'How much have you stolen from me?' he yelled, thrusting his wand back at Lockhart's face.

Sherlock reluctantly lowered his wand and turned back to the sink.

'Go on, Harry,' Ron encouraged.

Harry stared intensely at the tap.

'Open up,' he said.

Ron shook his head.

'English,' he said.

Harry looked back at the tap, and this time when he spoke, a strange hissing escaped him. The tap glowed a brilliant white and spun around, then the sink began to move It sunk right down and out of sight, leaving a pipe large enough for a man to slide into exposed.

'I'm going down there,' Harry said immediately.

'Me too,' said Ron.

Sherlock looked down at the deep, dark hole and felt a thrill run through his body. Who knew how far that pipe went down? But if there was any chance that Ginny was still alive, then they had to take it before it was too late.

'As will I,' he said, swallowing hard.

'Well you hardly seem to need me,' Lockhart said with a shadow of his old smile. 'I'll just-'

He put a hand on the doorknob, but the three boys once again raised their wands.

'You can go first,' Sherlock snarled.

White-faced and wandless, Lockhart approached the opening.

'Boys,' he said feebly, 'boys, what good would it do?'

Harry jabbed him in the back with his wand and he slid his legs into the pipe. Lockhart went to protest more, but Ron gave him a shove and he slipped out of sight. Harry quickly followed, as did Ron. Sherlock lowered himself slowly, steadied his breathing, and let go.

It was like rushing down and endless, slimy, dark slide. Sherlock squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath as he twisted and turned with the pipe, sloping steeply downwards, falling deeper and deeper under the school. Eventually, the pipe levelled out and Sherlock shot out of it, knocking over Lockhart as he fell to the damp floor. He stood up unsteadily, looking around the dark stone tunnel around them.

'We must be miles under the school,' Harry said, his voice echoing off the tunnel walls.

'Under the lake, probably,' Ron said, trying to squint through the darkness.

'Lumos!' Sherlock muttered and his wand lit up, as did Harry's soon after.

'C'mon,' said Harry, leading them down the tunnel, their footsteps slapping loudly on the wet floor. 'Remember, any sign of movement close your eyes straight away...'

The tunnel was silent, however, save for the crunching of small animal bones as they stepped on them. Sherlock held his wand aloft. His senses were on fire, eyes darting back and forth, his ears twitching slightly. His mind was sharper than it had been in months, except for a dull, grey silence in the back of his mind

'There's something up there,' Ron said suddenly.

The four of them froze, watching the outline of something and curved that they could see lying across the tunnel.

'Maybe it's asleep,' Harry said hopefully.

Sherlock's stomach clenched as he approached it. Harry made to follow, but he thrust an arm out to stop him.

'You're the only one of us that can speak Parseltongue,' he murmured.

Harry nodded and stepped back.

Sherlock walked further until the light from his wand hit the shape, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

'It's just skin,' he said to them.

'Blimey,' said Ron. 'This thing must be massive.'

'At least twenty feet by the look of it,' Sherlock nodded.

At that moment, Lockhart's knees gave way and he collapsed in a heap.

'Get up,' Ron said sharply, pointing his wand at Lockhart.

Lockhart got to his feet – then dived at Ron, knocking him to the ground.

Harry and Sherlock jumped forward, but it was too late. Lockhart straightened up, holding Ron's wand in his hand and his gleaming smile plastered back on his face.

'The adventure ends here, boys!' he said, panting. 'I shall take a bit of this skin back up to the school, tell them I was too late to save the girl, and that you three tragically lost your minds at the sight of her mangled body. Say goodbye to your memories!'

Sherlock remembered just exactly whose wand Lockhart was using as he raised it high above his head.

'Get down!' Sherlock yelled.

'Obliviate!' Lockhart shouted at the same time.

Sherlock dove to the ground and covered his head with his arms. Ron's wand exploded with the force of a small bomb, raining chunks of tunnel down on them. The thundering of debris stopped and Sherlock stood, coughing on the dust. He found himself in front of a solid wall of broken rock. Behind him, Ron brushed himself off and Lockhart stood still, looking dazed. Harry was nowhere in sight.

'Ron! Sherlock!' Harry's muffled voice called through the rockfall. 'Are you okay?'

'That's odd,' Lockhart said cheerily. 'I didn't know rocks could talk.'

'That's Harry,' Sherlock said, frowning.

'Oh, they have names, too? Well, it's nice to meet you, Harry,' Lockhart said, politely addressing the rocks.

Ron gave him a bewildered look and bent to pick up the remnants of his wand.

'The spell must've backfired,' Ron said

'Ron, Sherlock, are you there?' Harry called again.

'We're here, Harry,' Ron shouted. 'We're okay! This git's not though, he got blasted by the wand.'

Ron kicked Lockhart hard in the shin, producing a loud, 'Ouch!' from him.

'What now? We can't get through!'

Sherlock eyed up the rocks and recalled a spell that he'd seen Lucy, Castiel's sister, use last year. Ron paced back and forth, fuming.

'I may have something,' Sherlock said, 'but I've never used it before. It may not work.'

'Just try it,' said Harry.

'All right then, everyone should stand back. You too, Harry.'

Ron backed away, dragging Lockhart with him, and Sherlock pushed up his sleeves. He raised his wand and screwed up all of his concentration. He knew what the spell was supposed to look like and hoped he could create the same effect.

'Bombarda!' he cried.

A few of the rocks exploded outwards, but not enough to make a difference, and when he tried again, nothing happened at all. Sherlock groaned and hung his head. Ron kicked Lockhart again.

'What do we do? We're wasting time! Ginny's already been down here for hours!' Ron said desperately.

'I'll- I'll go and get her,' Harry said uncertainly.

'Are- are you sure?' said Ron.

'Yeah,' Harry said, attempting confidence. 'You wait here with Lockhart and I'll go on. If I'm not back in an hour…'

He trailed off.

'We'll try and shift some of this rock,' Ron said, trying to keep his voice steady. 'So you can – can get back through.'

'See you in a bit,' he said.

Sherlock looked up and down the rockfall and clenched his jaw, ready to get started.

Hi everyone! Big thanks to TsubasaKEI, Mangaka Shuzen, Keysmash5955 and Deany-Elle for the reviews :) It's so wonderful to see you all here. In other news, I finally finished all my assignments for this year and I have just over a month until I need to start work again. We only have a couple chapters left until we finish Chamber of Secrets, so I'm aiming to do that and hopefully even start Prisoner of Azkaban! See you all soon!