A/N: So...now I do happen to know now that this story's getting well received, because despite my lack of laptop, my phone's been dinging off the hook with email notifications of favorites, followers, and reviews on this story. Thank you all for showing me that you like my story, it really, truly does help.

(lolkid, you reviewed my story but your private messaging is disabled. Oh well. I'll just reply to you here, because you touched on a rather significant plot point.)

For those who don't read my reviews, lolkid expressed a general distaste for the SGC and said that Harry should bypass them and just use magic to find ancient technology for himself. And lolkid, you have a good point. Harry could do that, and he could do it very easily. But there's something I want all of my readers to know about Harry, and that's that Harry Potter is the good guy in this story. And the good guy in this story isn't going to be like the arrogant and technologically advanced races from the Stargate shows. Harry is going to help humanity better themselves. Why would he bother doing that, you may ask?

The answer is quite simple. Harry doesn't think for one second that he's in any way 'better' than non-magical humans. Harry is centuries old, and most of what he knows at this point was taught to him by non-magical humans. So he's developed a sort of fondness for them, at least the ones that aren't rude to strangers. And the main characters of the Stargate shows, for all of their flaws, were never the type to be jerks just because they were confronted with a powerful wizard.

Now, to all the flamers out there...actually, I'm ignoring flames on general principle. So y'all flamers can keep on flaming, for all I care. I won't even moderate your review if you flame me anonymously. I want everyone to see your little moment of internet rage, preserved for all time in my review section. Because internet rage is always stupid, especially when it's directed at some random fanfic by a person who clearly loves their fandom a lot. And the punishment for stupid in my house is that everyone gets to come, look, and laugh at how stupid you are until even you've realized what's so funny about it to us adults.

Enjoy!

(Oh, and I have my laptop back now. That's why the formatting is pretty again.)

Immediately after his discussion with Hammond, Harry went looking for Sam. Despite her insatiable curiosity (or perhaps because of it) Harry saw a kindred spirit in her, and he wanted to have a little talk with her now that her ultimate superior understood Harry's position. He probably wouldn't need to pull the 'I've talked this over with your boss' card on her, but it would certainly help him out to have that metaphorical card to play, especially if Sam went into another learning frenzy.

Unsurprisingly, Sam was in her lab, working on one of the gadgets that Harry hadn't managed to fry two days earlier. Harry knocked on the doorframe. "What's that supposed to do?"

Sam, without looking up, dove straight into an explanation. "Theoretically it's supposed to be a highly advanced communications device, but the only reason I even know that much is because of the odd subspace frequencies it's giving off, and most of them didn't look quite like communication bands to me, so…" she trailed off, probably not expecting a coherent answer.

"It sound to me like it's some kind of 'subspace' detection system then." Harry commented. "I mean, that's also just a theory, but detection frequencies never look anything like communication bands."

Sam hmmed vaguely at him, absorbed as she was in her work. Then she paused. "Wait…what?" She looked up and noticed for the first time who she was talking to. "Harry! I...I didn't expect you to be...what are you doing here?"

Harry smiled. He made an effort never to get so deep into his work that he lost track of his surroundings, but he's still been in Sam's position many times. "Well," the wizard said, "I'm here to talk to you a bit about the last couple of days, actually, but I'm perfectly willing to talk about your…what did you call it? Your 'subspace' transmitter, that was it."

Sam stared at Harry, clearly befuddled. "Why are you saying subspace like that?"

Harry chuckled. "As it happens, I used to think that 'subspace' was a pretty accurate name for the medium a lot of races use in their faster than light travel and communications. But then I met a rather odd hermit who taught me quite a bit about what I used to call 'subspace,' and I realized that calling the space outside of ours 'subspace' is wildly inaccurate, and more than a little misleading."

"Wait, outside of our space? How is that even possible?"

"Sam," Harry said warningly, "there's a lot you don't yet know about the universe. And as a matter of fact, that brings me to the reason I came here. I think we need to talk about our boundaries a bit. I'm going to be living on this base, in your territory, but I still need a little breathing room, even when you have a burning question that desperately needs an answer."

Sam sounded a bit defensive as she said, "You know, I was ordered to gather as much knowledge from you as I could. I intend to learn as much from you as I can, and that means asking a lot of questions."

Oh dear. It seemed that Harry would need to take drastic measures with this one. "Samantha," Harry said gently, "if I don't want you to learn anything from me, you won't. I would just make a polite request that I be allowed to leave this planet, and then I would leave."

Sam frowned. "But…I thought you agreed to stay."

"I did," Harry said, "but that was before I spent a day and a half answering your endless questions. I have nothing against a curious mind, Sam, but there is a point where I lose the patience to answer all of your questions. And you need to stop asking questions occasionally, too. If you never take time to think about the answers I give you, you'll never have time to really learn."

There was a pause as Sam gathered her thoughts. Then she spoke tentatively, "I'm…not sure I understand. Are you upset that I ask too many questions or are you just trying to make me stop asking so many questions?"

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Sam, I want you to ask questions. But surely even you realize that if you don't take some time to mull over new knowledge and realize exactly what it means for yourself, you'll never properly appreciate it."

Sam's brow furrowed, and her face got a rather thoughtful look about it. "I…I don't think I'd ever heard it put quite that way before. But the little girl who taught me about naquadah generators…I had to teach her that. And Colonel O'Neill helped too." Sam chuckled at the memory. "He actually broke all of the base protocols and took her to a school where another girl we resucued from off-world was attending. It…well, that's a long story actually. But I had to teach her that instead of using her knowledge to further my own, it was better for me to learn what she had to teach by figuring it out myself. I'm not sure she even really understood that until she went to school…"

"Well Sam," Harry said, "it sounds like you already know why I don't want to answer all of your questions right away. I'm sure that I could teach you everything you want to know, but I've found that teaching and learning are two different things. I aim to help you learn, not to teach you."

Sam's confused expression faded into a frown. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, Sam, that I intend to show you the basics. You're clearly intelligent enough to do the rest of my work for me. And if you're busy with that, it means I get to spend more time studying the devices that I came here to study. Does that sound fair?"

Sam tilted her head as she considered that. "No, that actually sounds like you want to dump your work on me so that you can go do your own."

Harry smiled. "Sam, when has teaching ever been about anything else? I've yet to met a teacher who only taught because of their burning desire to impart knowledge. Even the best teachers are in the business of education for a deeper reason than that. Sometimes it's the money, often it's a desire to influence the youth of their community in a particular direction, but it's always more than just the desire to teach." When Sam made no move to reply to that, Harry changed the subject. "Anyway, I don't think we should talk about my magic anymore just yet. You're welcome to do passive testing on any magic I do around the base, and of course you're welcome to ask questions if you see something that worries you. That said, I think I've rather soundly proven that you don't have the means to understand my magic yet, and so we should start with things that are a bit easier to understand. Things like this intriguing device you were examining when I came in."

"Well…" Sam hesitated, then blurted out, "Can I ask how you've been keeping us out of your room?"

Harry stared speculatively at her. He supposed that would worry her. She was a soldier posted to this base, after all, even if she was a lot of other things beside that. "As it happens, I'm not sure you'd be able to properly understand how my protections work just yet. And additionally, I don't know that I want you breaking down my protective wards." Sam's face fell. "But…I think I should help you get started on examining them anyway," Harry continued, "After all, the sooner you understand how they work, the sooner you can use them to reinforce your own equipment, and I think you might be able to see the value in that, hmm?"

At the almost greedy look on Sam's face, Harry hesitated. But then her boundless enthusiasm came back and she practically dragged him down to his quarters. The wizard smiled. Yes, this was the right choice. It would mean that he'd need to keep a closer eye on his wards, but that would be worth the benefits he'd reap in the long run.

When they got to his quarters, Harry noticed a balding man in a white lab coat examining the device that was outside of his door, presumably collecting the readings it had taken. He was using a bulky, tablet-like device as an interface of sorts. "What are you doing then?" Harry asked him.

The man started slightly, nearly dropping his tablet. "Oh, Sam," he began, "Who's this…" the poor scientist trailed off, having likely noticed the long, dark robe that Harry wore. They weren't just for show, of course, but it did help him sometimes to look so obviously like a wizard.

Harry offered the man his hand to shake. "I'm Harry Potter, your newest resident wizard and general technology consultant."

The man looked at Harry hand, clearly confused. "Wait…if you're a technology consultant then how does wizardry play into anything?"

Harry sighed. This would require a demonstration. "Well, if has something to do with my innate ability to do this." As he said the last word, Harry waved his extended hand and cast a simple charm, turning all of the man's clothing vibrant, glowing pink.

"What the-!" the man dropped his tablet and started patting uselessly at his now-luminescent lab coat.

"What did you do to him?" Sam asked sharply.

Harry grinned, staying perfectly relaxed under her threatening glare. "Sam, I did nothing to him. All I did was make his clothes glow pink. He's perfectly fine under there, though as you can see he's a bit shocked by the whole thing. That happens to most people when they experience their first magic."

Sam looked at the scientist, who was still patting awkwardly at his sleeves, and then back to Harry. "Can you reverse the effect?"

"Of course," Harry said, "but I don't think I will. After all, he was here to help you violate my privacy, and neither one of you bothered to get my permission before pointing your fancy sensors at my door. And as he's only going to be embarrassed by the experience, I don't really see a reason to spare him."

At this, the scientist finally stopped swatting at his sleeves. "Wait, what? You set up an unknown containment field on our base and expected us not to try and figure out what you'd done?"

Harry smiled. "Actually, I fully expected you to mess with it. But I also rested secure in the knowledge that I would be able to easily retaliate when you did. And now that you've felt the full force of my retaliation, perhaps you'll reconsider the next time you're thinking about violating my privacy without permission." Harry paused, wondering whether or not he should go further, but in the end he couldn't resist. "Besides, now your clothes are an excellent object of study. The effect won't wear off for a few years, at least, and in that time you might be able to develop an understanding of what makes them glow pink."

The scientist, predictably, heard one piece of information more clearly than any of the others in Harry's explanation. "A few…years?" His face fell. "This was my favorite lab coat," the man muttered quietly."

Well, harry thought to himself, perhaps next time you'll recognize the value of other peoples' privacy. But he didn't say that out loud. "As it happens, I came down here to give Sam a few pointers, and permission to poke around my wards. So now that we've established when you should and shouldn't be messing with my privacy, how about I show you the way to do it properly?" The scientist was about to say something, but Harry cut him off. "Look, I value my privacy. Greatly. That said, you brought up a good point. This is your base. So yes, I will teach you how I'm maintaining my privacy. But you should also keep in mind that without the abilities I have, it'll probably be months before you come anywhere close to actually understanding the defenses I've set up here. You can either accept that, or you can go work on figuring out how I charmed your coat pink."

Harry noted that Sam was looking at him curiously, but he focused on the scientist. He'd already figured out how to work with Sam, but this would show him how many of the other scientists on the base he'd be able to work with.

Eventually, the man's shoulders slumped. "All right, I'll stick around while you show Dr. Carter the ropes. Someone has to keep up the work when she's off-world."

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise, before quickly smiling and extending a hand to the scientist. "Well then, I do believe we failed to introduce ourselves properly. My name is Harry Potter, and I'll be working with you for the foreseeable future."

The scientist looked less than pleased, but took Harry's hand anyway. Harry attempted to ignore the glowing pink coat as the man introduced himself. "Dr. Lee, Astrophysics, and the Head of Science."

"Astrophysics, you say," Harry replied as they shook hands, "that's a rather broad field in a place like this. What do you normally focus on?"

Dr. Lee looked at Harry oddly, like no one had bothered to ask that before. "I…well, actually I kind of do a bit of everything. I've even dabbled in botany a bit, so that I understand what the biology department is working on with all of the off-world flora they study…" he trailed off, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

Harry smiled. "Well Dr. Lee, it's a pleasure to meet you. I never thought that focusing on just one thing was any fun myself. That's how a wizard like me ended up studying technology of all things. Ah, if only the people back home could see me now..." Harry carefully avoided letting his face darken at the memories that thought dredged up. "Anyway, let's start with the basics of warding!"

As the two scientists exchanged a glance, Harry walked over to the entrance to his quarters and laid his palm on the surface of the door, subtly altering his wards to allow for better illustrations. Then he turned to see the Sam and Dr. Lee looking at him speculatively. He chuckled. "My setup here wasn't really calibrated for teaching purposes, so I had to make a few quick modifications. Don't worry, I didn't change anything important."

"Wait," Dr. Lee said, "you modified these…wards…just by touching the door?"

Harry nodded.

"But…how did you do that?" Sam asked

Harry shook his finger playfully at her. "If I wanted you to know that, I'd have told you already, Sam. Suffice it to say that I can easily interface with magic that I've cast, especially a simple ward scheme like this one." Sam didn't look happy with that, but Harry quickly pressed onward. "In any case, it'll be ages before you understand the mechanics of something that complicated, so I'll start at the beginning. A ward scheme's job is usually to protect something, either a location or an object, though in rare cases they can be keyed to specific individuals instead. Still, you need to remember that wards are designed to protect things. Any time you have a question about a ward, it'll inevitably come back to the ward's basic function as an automated magical guarding system. You with me so far?"

Sam nodded, but Dr. Lee asked, "Wait, you mean you can't use a ward for something other than protection?"

"You can always get creative," Harry said, "I've known of people who kept insulated boxes cold using wards, using the wards to 'preserve the cold environment' inside the box. The result was basically a magical refrigerator. But ward schemes are always strongest when they're simple, and all of the simple uses involve either defense of objects or defense of locations, with rare exceptions for the defense of specific people."

"Hang on," Sam said, "does that mean wards are more difficult to use for protecting people than for objects or places?"

Harry laughed out loud at that. "Of course not, Sam! It just means that the people you're protecting either need to keep the warded object close by, or they have to stay within the warded area. It's not unlike a sturdy wall or a set of armor. The only real difference is that it's magical, actually. Well, that and the fact that you're not always required to attach the wards to a physical anchor, like the wall you're protecting, or the armor you're enchanting. Of course, it always helps to attach the ward to something specific. That way they don't…wander off."

Sam was clearly trying to picture that situation in her head. "How would a ward…wander off?"

Harry grinned. "Actually, that's a pretty fascinating phenomenon when you're not in the middle of wondering where your protective enchantments have gone. But basically the wards, being unanchored, will go wherever they think they're needed most. Where that might be, exactly, varies depending on what they're supposed to protect. For example, there was once a ward scheme I was experimenting with that decided it needed to chase around every non-human in the area and give them whatever their equivalent of a wedgie was. And it got creative, too. Not all of the beings nearby had anything that even vaguely resembled underpants…"

Dr. Lee looked mildly disturbed. "What…what was that ward supposed to protect?"

"Hmm?" Harry hummed, coming out of his train of thought, "Oh, they were just supposed to be protecting all nearby humans, actually. But I made sure to seriously limit their capabilities, because I had no idea what would happen if they got out of control. And that caution paid off, too, because there wasn't a single non-human in a 10 kilometer radius who hadn't been 'attacked' by the time I dispelled them. Mobile ward schemes are very difficult to control. That's why hardly anyone ever actually uses them. It's way easier to just enchant an object to move around, and then put wards on the object.

"But we're getting off topic here. I'm supposed to be teaching you how to use science against magic. So, if the conversation so far hasn't made this clear, you need to always keep one thing in mind when you're working with magic: expect the unexpected. Whatever's happening will make some sort of sense to someone, but just like incredibly advanced technology, it probably won't make sense to you until you've spent months researching it in a lab. And even then there's going to be something about it that you don't understand." Harry eyed the two scientists, who seemed to be absorbing his lecture pretty well, so he continued. "Now, I'm not here to teach you how to break wards, I'm here to teach you how to create wards of your own. If you figure out how to break my wards in the process, so be it. I'll just cast better wards and let you chew on those. But in the meantime, you'll have figured out how to do fun things like making whatever material you want about ten times more durable, among other things." Both scientists looked quite eager to learn that, so Harry decided to use that particular function to demonstrate the nature of ward schemes.

Tapping the wall behind him, Harry called up a visual representation of the reinforcement wards he'd placed on the walls of his room. Several glowing rune-like shapes appeared, but they clearly meant nothing to the either Sam or Dr. Lee. "These," Harry said, "are magical runes. I don't know their exact origin, and I don't know why they work the way that they do. All I know is that when someone who knows what they're doing asks magic for an explanation in text form, this is the result. Coincidentally, these runes correspond directly to the shapes that I used to draw with my wand back when I was learning to cast spells, because the act of drawing out the shape helped control the results of my magic. Again, I don't know why that works so well, but I do know that this is as close to the 'base code' of magic as anyone can get."

Dr. Lee was staring almost in awe at the runes, with their beautiful shapes and twisting intracacies. Sam, on the other hand, looked confused.

"I know these shapes…" she said, "Somewhere…I've seen these before, but I don't know where."

Harry had seen them too, when he studied the circuits of the Portal device this Earth seemed to call the 'Stargate.' It was one of the reasons he so strongly suspected that it used some form of magic in its inner workings. The circuits were at times shaped almost exactly like runes, as if they were directing non-magical energy into magical purposes. But he wanted Sam to make that connection on her own, so he instead redirected her attention. "Yes, they're fascinating. But they're also cheating." He waved his hand, and the wall was suddenly blank again. "Now, this device you've got here is probably decent for gaining an understanding of what kind of energy these wards are powered with, but if you want to figure out how it really works, you're going to need to figure out how to sample the energy without frying your machinery, and then how to manipulate the wards without them noticing and resisting your efforts as unrecognized interference. I'll give you a hint, you'll want to start by figuring out how to access and then interpret the runes I just showed you. But beyond that…I won't help you." The two scientists began to object, but Harry overrode their objections, saying, "I will, of course, help you figure out what your alien technology does, and I might even give you a few hints about which technology is best suited to probing my wards. But as I told Sam, it will benefit you more if you have to come up with answers on your own. If I just tell you how everything works, you haven't really earned the knowledge. And trust me, knowledge is always much better when it's earned, rather than given away for free."

The two scientists were skeptical, but Harry firmly stood his ground. "Look, I know you're curious, and I know you both have a good reason to be curious," he said, trying to calm them down so he could leave them to their own devices without being chased down by Sam's unending questions, "but I simply will not tell you more, and that's just how it's going to be. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other places to be."

Then he walked off purposefully, deciding that it was high time he paid a visit to the infirmary. Thankfully, Sam didn't chase him down. A quick glance back showed that she was already working determinedly with the device that Dr. Lee had been taking readings from, examining the data the scientist had been collecting. Harry shuddered. If she decided to take his refusal to help as a challenge…well, he might end up hard-pressed to keep up with her. Geniuses on her level tended to be unstoppable when given the proper motivation.

Oh well. He'd cross that bridge when he came to it. For now, he had a Doctor to meet. Hopefully she'd be easier to deal with than Sam.

Harry looked around the infirmary with an approving eye. It was primitive, to be sure, but it was both neat and fully-stocked with a quiet atmosphere and an almost reassuring smell of disinfectant in the air. It wasn't really special, to his casual observation, but it was clearly run by competent medical professionals.

Shaking his head to clear his idle thoughts, Harry looked around to see if he could spot the woman in charge of this place. And there was no doubt in his mind that the woman he'd met before was in charge. Once she'd mastered her shock, she had easily and comfortably taken charge of her patient, and she was also apparently the first responder when a man had been injured in the field. If she wasn't the senior medical officer on the base, Harry would be quite shocked.

Spotting the woman in question, Harry walked over to the bedside of the man she was currently treating. To his mild surprise, he recognized the man as the one he'd rescued from the soldiers everyone around here seemed to call 'Jaffa.'

"How're you healing?" Harry asked, directing his question as much at the soldier as the doctor. Both looked surprised to see him, but the soldier spoke first.

"I'm doing good, thanks to you. From what the colonel said, you hauled my ass outta that situation and got me here in time for the doc here to work her magic." Harry smiled graciously, accepting the man's gratitude, but the doctor pursed her lips.

"Yes, but you're not back to 100% yet, so I don't want to hear anything about you so much as thinking about getting out of this bed, do you hear me?"

The man gave an very put-upon look, but muttered an agreement. Harry grinned. "Doctors are the same everywhere, mate. They look after you even when no one else will, because no one else will. Honestly, it took me a long while before I learned to appreciate that." Harry paused, letting that sink in, before turning to the doctor. "Now, it's occurred to me that we've not yet been introduced. In fact, I never even got a chance to properly learn the name of the man I saved, either." Harry looked expectantly at the soldier, who quickly introduced himself.

"I'm Senior Airman Simon Wells. It's really a pleasure to be able to thank you in person," the airman said, trying to extend his hand to shake, but falling back to the bed and wincing as soon as his shoulder lifted off of the bed. The doctor laid a warning hand on him.

"What did I tell you, Simon? No aggravating that shoulder until it's healed, do you hear me?"

Harry smiled kindly. "Don't worry, you don't need to injure yourself over me. Just the fact that you're still alive to thank me is enough." Wells smiled at that. "Now," Harry said, turning to the doctor, "what's your name? Being thanked for heroics is great and all, and I did want to see how the man I saved is doing, but I actually came here to talk to you, Doctor."

The doctor looked rather surprised by this. "Oh," she said, "Well then Simon, if you can promise to relax here, it would appear that I have something to talk about with our resident wizard." After getting a reluctant agreement from the airman, the Doctor led Harry away from the bed. "So," she said once they were a respectful distance from her patients, "why did you want to talk to me?"

Harry smiled. "For one, it occurred to me that we never actually introduced ourselves earlier. Airman Wells over there was a bit more of a priority. So I thought I'd start by introducing myself." Harry held out his hand as he said, "I'm Harry Potter, your newest resident wizard."

Looking slightly skeptical, the Doctor shook his hand. "I'm Janet Frazier, the Chief Medical Officer on this base. Now, why did you want to see me?"

"Well, Janet," Harry began, "can I call you Janet?" she nodded. "Right. See, I actually make a habit of acquainting myself with the medical staff anywhere I go. See, I don't just idly claim that I'm a wizard, there are actual physiological differences that set wizards apart from non-magical folks. So, after a lot of accidents followed by frustrated doctors, I started nipping the problem in the bud by giving any doctor who might need to treat me a pre-emptive summary of those differences, and how they affect treatment."

Janet looked quite shocked as Harry spoke, but then a thoughtful expression came over her face. "These…physiological differences, do they cause your abilities?"

Oh dear. Even the doctors wanted to do research on him. Harry decided to grin and bear it, at least for now. "Actually it's the other way around. They're more like a result of my magic than a cause. I'm sure that you know as a medical professional just how inefficient the human body can be at times. Most of the differences between magical and non-magical people are just little things that make the healing process faster, or slightly enhance useful things like reflexes and endurance. It's really nothing major, but there are a couple of really odd things that might trip you up if I accidentally blow myself up and you need to treat me."

Janet frowned. "Is it…likely that you'll blow yourself up?"

"Oh, no," Harry reassured her, "I haven't had that happen in years. I'm much more careful now than I was in my youth. It was just the first thing that came to mind."

"Right…" the woman said skeptically, "well then, let's get started with metabolism. Is that different from normal?"

"As it happens, it is," Harry said, and from there the discussion quickly turned into a discussion of the finer points of wizarding physiology. Janet listened attentively to everything Harry's every word, and the wizard had the feeling that General Hammond would be getting a full report on this. She even asked if he was willing to undergo a standard physical examination to "establish a baseline." The fact that this included several machines scanning him and a blood sample, she explained, was due to the fact that a standard physical on the base was usually given to ensure that the people coming back through the Stargate were the same people who had left, and that they weren't under alien control. He was sure that wouldn't stop her from using the data she collected on him to further any research she might be doing on unusual human physiologies, but that didn't bother him so much. Anything she learned from that research would help her if she ever needed to treat him, and Janet struck him as an incredibly honest woman, not the sort to bandy about a patient's confidential information unnecessarily.

When all was said and done, Janet seemed almost fond of Harry, going so far as to invite him to eat lunch with her sometime. He chalked this up to the likelihood that, as a military doctor, she was used to uncooperative patients, not people who willingly submitted themselves to physical examinations. He left the infirmary confident that, should anything go wrong, he had his bases covered. And so, eagerly cracking his fingers, he set his course for the General's office, hoping to finally get his hands on some of this 'Ancient' technology to study.

A/N: Yep, this chapter took longer. The reasons are many and boring, but hey, the chapter came out, and it's here now. If I hear whining, I will develop a sudden and inexplicable deafness in both ears at the same time.

In other news, I should have chapters out about once a week, but I still make no promises of a stricter schedule. I'll write when I write, and when I finish a chapter, I'll put it up as soon as it's through editing. Maybe as I settle into a more regular schedule I'll start releasing regularly, instead of whenever a chapter's done, but that's not going to happen just yet.

Anyway, that's all for now.

Best of wishes,

~feauxen