Chapter Eleven: Testing Boundaries
What felt like a blissful eternity later, their lips parted and they gazed at each other once again, both smiling contentedly.
"This has been the most perfect Christmas ever." She whispered, pressing her lips against his gently. He put a hand behind her head, somehow managing to pull her even closer. She moved her hands up his chest slowly, enjoying the feel of his abs beneath her fingers and eventually allowed them to rest behind his neck.
Draco rested his forehead against hers softly, closing his eyes in contentment, "hopefully it'll be the first of many."
He spoke without thinking and instantly regretted it, Draco Malfoy does not swoon, he reminded himself. However, when he opened his eyes to see the look of absolute adoration she gave him, he found himself not minding quite so much.
The next few days was spent in blissful tranquility; Draco had taken Arianwen to see the estate's peacocks, they'd dined out at a fancy restaurant in Wiltshire, where everyone seemed to know who he was, and Mrs Malfoy had suggested that Draco take Arianwen on a little tour of Wiltshire. She'd been surprised by how well received they had been, considering the recent press coverage on the Malfoy's. They went horseback riding in Lacock, visited some charming abbeys and gardens in Malmesbury, and popped by Amesbury – Draco's favourite historical town. They'd even gone running in Royal Wootten Basset and stopped of for tea and a little café that Mrs Malfoy had recommended. Arianwen had enjoyed every minute of it, especially as Draco had started to open up about his childhood memories, recounting stories of his mischievousness. He'd been so attentive and kind that she found herself in a state of constant euphoria, he had certainly not been acting like the callous Draco Malfoy that Blaise had warned her about.
She didn't know how to express her appreciation in words so instead showered him in physical affection; kissing him as often as she could, massaging his back, running her fingers through his hair, and wrapping her arms around him. It was like something from a romance novel…not that it lasted.
Arianwen was awoken at around one in the morning on New Year's Eve to the sound of a great crash in the corridor outside her room. She tentatively poked her head out of the door, only to see Draco's hunched form lit by the light from her wand. He was hurriedly picking up a lamp that he'd knocked over and jumped at the sound of her voice.
"Draco? What are you doing up?" She moved towards him, shivering slightly from the chill in the corridor. "Wait, why are you dressed?"
He placed the lamp back on its table and slowly turned round to face her, "I-uh…I have to go."
"What? Now? Where on earth do you need to be at this hour?" Before she had even reached the end of her sentence, she knew the answer. He had been summoned to Lord Voldemort, his face said it all.
"Oh no, Draco, you've been called away to him haven't you?"
He nodded slowly, his face was unnervingly calm but Arianwen saw a small glint of fear in his eyes before he'd managed to fully shut that down too.
"Ri, I've gotta' go now. I'm sorry, I promise I'll come back as soon as I can." He kissed her on her forehead before turning and quickly striding down the stairs to the front doors.
"Draco, wait!" Arianwen ran after him and managed to grab his forearm before he opened the doors.
"Be careful, won't you?" Her eyes were full of fear and she was sure that if she didn't have a hold of his arms, her hands would be shaking too.
He pulled her closer, then leant down and kissed her intensely, as though it were their last. "I will. Now go back to bed and stop worrying!"
"Draco, darling? What's going on?" Mrs Malfoy appeared behind Arianwen, looking concerned.
"I have to go!" There was the slightest twinge of panic in his voice now.
His mother nodded in understanding, putting a hand on Arianwen's shoulder to encourage her to let Draco go.
Arianwen bit her lip, I feel like I'm sending him off to his execution, her worry was clearly apparent on her face as Draco kissed her forehead again before walking out of the door. He took a few steps and faltered, turning back to the two women.
"It's okay darling, I'll look after her." Mrs Malfoy said, smiling at her son encouragingly.
He nodded once and gave her a weak smile, then continued walking until he was out of sight.
"Come on, dear, let's go and have a cup of tea." Narcissa said gently, steering Arianwen to the drawing room, which was the nearest option for them.
She ordered a house elf to start a fire and get some tea, then sat down in a high backed Royal-turquoise armchair. Arianwen took the seat opposite and stared into the fire, hoping that Draco would appear from the flames.
"It gets easier," Mrs Malfoy said to the young woman, "after you see him come home fine a few times."
Arianwen nodded, trying to stop thinking of the worst case scenario, "so you don't worry so much now?"
Narcissa smiled sadly, "no, dear. You'll always worry but you just get used to the feeling, I suppose."
Arianwen nodded, looking at the woman before her. She still looked regal now, even in her night dress, although there was a frailty to her that Arianwen hadn't noticed before.
She reached out and took Mrs Malfoy's hand, squeezing it comfortingly, "I'm sure they'll both be fine in the end." The older woman nodded, tears welling up in her eyes.
Arianwen squeezed her hand again before releasing it, she looked to the fireplace to give Narcissa the chance to wipe her eyes. The elf brought the tea over to their table by the fire and Arianwen dismissed him, choosing to pour the tea herself.
"My governess always used to say I was horrible at pouring tea," Arianwen chuckled lightly, "but I never understood the point, I always used to complain that the elves should do it. She still made me learn though, said I shouldn't be such a brat. She was right, of course."
Narcissa laughed, "yes my mother made me learn as well, she hit me once because I embarrassed her in front of the French Ambassador, I spilt tea all over the floor and it ruined his favourite suede shoes."
Arianwen laughed, the thought of Narcissa doing anything imperfectly was difficult to fathom but amusing nonetheless.
"Do you visit France often?" She attempted to keep the subject matter light.
"Oh yes, I like to visit a few different European cities when I can but we only have an estate in France. I'll have to take you in the summer, we can walk through the vineyard, it's quite lovely."
"That would be wonderful, thank you." She smiled warmly at Narcissa, who mirrored the gesture. She didn't know what she was more touched by: the fact that Narcissa wanted to take her on holiday, or that she was acknowledging Arianwen's relationship with Draco and expecting it last to the summer at least.
"Your mother was French, I believe?"
"That's right, yes. She was a Countess of Monaco, but she took my father's title when she married him and we-" she paused, "I have no claim on that now, everything passed to her brother and his family when her father died."
"Ah I see, so you have no residence in France at all?"
Arianwen shook her head.
"And do you stay with your uncle when you're in Monaco?"
"No I haven't spoken or seen them since my mother died, my father said they weren't interested and we were perfectly comfortable in Wales so we didn't pursue it."
Narcissa nodded and smiled at the girl while sipping her tea, "then we mustn't delay our little trip."
They continued chatting for over an hour, Arianwen was glad for the company and Mrs Malfoy was just happy to learn more about the young woman that her son was so interested in. They were in the middle of a discussion about who Arianwen knew from the Malfoy's circle when they were interrupted by a head in the fireplace.
The head cleared its throat. "Ahem. Please excuse me ladies, I urgently need to speak with Lady Arianwen."
"Oh? And who are you?" Narcissa asked suspiciously, he eyes narrowing in mistrust.
"My apologies! My name is Howard Green, I'm a healer at St Mungo's-"
"Oh! Mr Green!" Arianwen dropped to her knees in front of the fireplace, it was the man that Madam Pomfrey had put her in touch with for work experience. "I'm Lady Arianwen. How may I help you?"
"I'm very sorry to disturb you my Lady, I tried to get you at your home but the elf told me to try here instead. We have an emergency at St Mungo's, at least fifteen people are here already and more on the way." He shook his head in disgust, "I know you're qualified in emergency medicine and we could really use an extra pair of hands!"
Arianwen nodded quickly, "of course! I'll just get dressed now, I'll be no longer than fifteen minutes!"
"Excellent, thank you. Just come straight up to floor five when you arrive. I'll see you very soon." His head disappeared as quickly as it had arrived.
"I'm so sorry to leave you Mrs Malfoy, but it sounds like they need all the help they can get." She said earnestly, dusting herself off.
Narcissa waved a hand, "no bother, darling, I'll be quite alright."
Arianwen arrived in St Mungo's and went straight to the fifth floor as she was advised, she knew the ward would be busy but the sight she was met with was nothing that she could've prepared for.
There must have been at least forty patients in the ward, and more were being rushed in as she watched. The healers were running around frantically, trying to see to the most urgent patients first.
She decided not to wait for an introduction and rushed towards a middle aged man who's body had just started fitting and foam was gushing from his mouth.
She managed to work her way through several patients before Mr Green shouted to her over the chaos, "Lady Arianwen! Thank you for this!" It was all he could manage before his patient started shrieking and he had to return his attention to him.
More healers had come to assist, and it appeared that they were making their way through the patients at a good pace. There were a few that Arianwen had to shout for help with, as their cases were too complex for her.
As she quickly scribbled down notes on a patient's board, a nurse grabbed her arm. "Miss, we need you over here!" She gestured to a young boy that had just been brought in.
"Okay. Can you take this patient down to Intensive Care, he's stable for now but they need to monitor him," she ordered.
The nurse nodded and they exchanged places, Arianwen rushed over to the little boy while the nurse levitated the other patient out of the ward.
There were three healers already gathered around the little boy's bed, one of them being Mr Green.
"Right we need all hands on deck with this one folks, this boy was attacked by one of the Death Eaters, I dunno what the fuck they've cursed him with but if you look at this area of skin," he drew their attention to the boy's thigh, which was bubbling slightly, "it looks like it's some kind of blood or muscle issue. Let's get going."
There were tears streaming down the little boy's face and he was whimpering, Arianwen moved closer to him and held his hand.
"You're being very brave, just squeeze my hand okay?" The boy's dark brown eyes flickered over to her own and he nodded slightly, crying out in pain as one of the healers attempted a counter curse which only seemed to accelerate the curse.
"Nurse, get him a pain relief potion now, anything you can find!" Arianwen instructed urgently, carrying out her own string of incantations.
The nurse passed Arianwen the potion, and she released the boy's hand to pour some down his throat, "I need you to drink this okay, lovely. It should help with the pain."
Working as a unit, they tried everything they could possibly think of but the boy's screams just grew louder and more horrific by the minute. His eyes were rolling around wildly as his whole body was convulsing, the skin bubbling painfully like water coming to the boil.
He managed to squeeze Arianwen's hand weakly and she pulled his cheek towards her own, causing his eyes to stop rolling and focus sharply on her. His eyes were wide with terror, unimaginable agony almost bursting from them, "make it," he could barely speak now, "make it stop." He pleaded, staring into Arianwen's eyes in complete desperation. She nodded although she knew the situation was hopeless, she tried to focus on the old magic she'd used on Katie Bell but all she could hear was his blood curdling screams, come on! Do it! She shouted in her head, eyes scrunched up, desperately trying to conjure the magic from within her but another squeeze on her hand interrupted her thoughts. Her eyes snapped open to see the little boy staring at her with such a sorrowful expression, he knew this was it.
He let out one final hair raising scream before his body lay completely still. He was dead.
The only thing she remembered after that was a faint voice announcing, "time of death: seven thirty-three." A low buzzing sound filled her head, eyes clouding over. Her body moved without her permission, somehow still able to work on other patients while her present mind was trapped in fog.
Hours later, Arianwen stepped into a large stone fireplace in St Mungo's and muttered, "Malfoy Manor" she didn't have the energy to pay attention to the fireplaces rushing past her as she span towards her destination, the day's events at the forefront of her mind. Unfortunately, her absentmindedness led to her missing the Malfoy's kitchen entrance, meaning that she'd have to arrive in their drawing room instead. Damn. Hopefully Mrs Malfoy doesn't think me too rude.
She arrived in the fireplace with the usual thud, spreading soot over her already blood-stained uniform. She sighed and brushed herself off, forgetting for a moment where she was. She vaguely saw the shoes of a woman and started speaking to her as she carefully stepped out of the fireplace, "sorry Mrs Malfoy, I wasn't paying attention, I didn't mean to-"
Fuck. The room was full. Full of menacing looking wizards and witches, all on edge by the arrival of an apparent intruder into their meeting. Arianwen stood stock still, brain working quickly to decipher the scene before her. She recognised a few faces; Mr and Mrs Lestrange and the former's brother, Mr Nott Sr., Thorfinn Rowle, two men that looked like older versions of Crabbe and Goyle, and…Draco.
She sucked in a harsh breath, suddenly piecing everything together. These people were Death Eaters, the patients she'd treated in St Mungo's had been attacked by Death Eaters, Draco is a Death Eater…he was there. The sickening reality of the situation made her stomach knot with fear, an emotion she didn't allow herself often.
I need to get out of here. Arianwen thought desperately, avoiding eye contact with Draco, whom she could see was crossing the room toward her.
"Oh dear, please excuse me ladies and gentlemen, I didn't mean to intrude. Just got out of the wrong fireplace," she laughed in what she hoped was a nonchalant manner.
She started walking towards the door but was halted by Bellatrix's voice, "dear dear, picking up after our mess again, my Lady?" A smattering of malicious laughter filled the room, Arianwen turned slowly to face Bellatrix, carefully clinging to some form of composure.
"It would appear so." Arianwen said flatly, fixing the older witch with a long, cold stare. She was careful to not appear aggressive but equally didn't want to give away the slightest hint of false admiration at the terrible acts that they must have performed in the early hours of the morning.
Arianwen still could not bear to look at Draco, though she sensed his presence beside her. Bellatrix was looking at Arianwen hungrily, trying to decide what to do with the young woman, her manic gaze would be enough to reduce most people to fearful tears but Arianwen held her gaze coolly. After what seemed like hours of this stubborn non-verbal communication, Bellatrix gave her a small nod and a smirk. Arianwen took this as her cue to leave and walked purposefully from the room, head held high in an attempt to retain some grace.
As soon as the drawing room was out of sight, Arianwen ran at full pelt to her bed chambers, slamming the doors behind her when she arrived. She panted, looking round her room in despair, struggling to process everything she'd witnessed. She pictured the little boy's lifeless body, his terrified eyes staring into hers as he died, desperately searching for some comfort, some protection that she'd failed to provide.
She fell to her knees helplessly, dragging the bedspread from her bed with her, holding it in front of her mouth she screamed. On and on she screamed, muffling the sound with the thick material, hot tears collecting around her scrunched up eyelids.
She heard the doors to her room fly open and quick footsteps moving closer to her, the next thing she knew she was being lifted and cradled. She recognised his smell before he spoke, Draco was attempting to comfort her.
"Shh," he soothed, holding her close to his chest protectively, "Ri, what's wrong? Come on, it's okay."
Arianwen tore herself from her shocked state and leapt from Draco's arms, glaring at him with a mixture of fear and disgust.
"What's wrong?! Are you serious?"
Draco rose to his feet slowly, holding his hands out in front of him as if to reassure her that he was unarmed and not a threat.
"Ri, I don't-"
"Those people," Arianwen started, her voice trembling, "those people that I had to treat today, the people who were covered in blood, screaming for help…that was you wasn't it?"
She looked absolutely horrified, all colour drained from her face, she backed away from Draco slowly, her hands shaking violently.
"And that little boy, did you hurt him too? Was that your spell that caused his blood to boil? I watched him boil from the inside out, Draco! I couldn't save him!"
Draco was speechless, he tried to walk towards Arianwen, his head shaking to convey the message that his mouth could not. "No, Ri-"
"TELL ME!" She bellowed, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"
"It wasn't me, I can promise you that,." Draco spoke quietly, "but… I was there."
Arianwen let out a cry of despair, her hands shaking uncontrollably now. "No." She whispered, hot tears spilling from her eyes, "no, not you. Not my Draco."
His heart clenched at her words, her anguish cutting through him deeper than any blade could. He strode towards her and enveloped her in a hug, tightening his arms around her as she struggled until she eventually succumbed. "I didn't touch the boy, I swear it. If I'd known…" He tailed off, his body stiffening.
"Please stop, Draco."
He loosened his grip on her, allowing her to pull away enough to look at him solemnly. "Please stop associating with those people! Please?" She pleaded, her voice barely even a whisper.
Arianwen saw some flash of emotion in Draco's eyes but didn't have a chance to decipher it before it'd been replaced with a look of resolute seriousness. "I can't, Arianwen. You know I can't and you shouldn't ask me to."
He pulled away from her and walked over to the door, turning back as his hands were on the doorknobs, "I'm not going to force you to stay. You know who I am now and you've seen first hand what Death Eaters can do, so if you want to leave…I understand." He said the last words more softly than he'd began, bowing his head slightly but still holding her gaze.
She bit her lip, two voices in her head telling her different things.
It would be easy to leave, just pack up and go and avoid associating with those people for as long as possible.
But you'll end up having to associate with them eventually, you're stuck in Hogwarts for another two years after all.
You're better than them though! You heal where they destroy! You don't need them bringing you down.
At least this way you're not openly defying them though, you can continue healing because you'll come back to Draco and they'll see you're not a threat. And then of course there's Draco…
You've only just started seeing him, end it now before you get too attached!
I already am too attached…
"I'll stay. I don't want you to be alone in this." She stared at him determinedly, daring him to challenge her.
He didn't move, still standing half turned with one hand on the doorknob. He looked into her insistent green eyes, her support meant so much but he couldn't help but wish he'd never put her in this position, never allowed her to get so close. I should've just banged her and moved on. For fuck sake, what have I got her in for?! I was never supposed to care about her!
He had been so consumed in his own thoughts that he didn't see her walk over to him. He jumped when he felt her hand gently prying his from the doorknob.
"Draco?"
He gave her a forced smile and kissed her forehead, "you should go and get changed, the elves are preparing lunch.
"Okay." She said quietly, watching him leave, then closing the doors as he rounded the corner.
Well today has been a mind fuck and a half, eh!
Arianwen did her best to put the images of her patients to the back of her mind as she showered and changed, wondering why Draco hadn't been happy that she wanted to stay with him.
By the time she was ready and walking down to the dining room, Arianwen had worked herself into a foul mood, the prospect of having to dine with such soulless people put a bad taste in her mouth. There was a low rumble of voices coming from beyond the dining room doors, she pushed the doors open and smirked as the room fell silent instantly.
"Good evening," she addressed the room at large, looking around for a spare seat.
"There's a seat for you here, my Lady." Narcissa respectfully addressed her with her title as they were dining with company, and gestured to an empty chair beside Draco.
"Thank you, Mrs Malfoy." Arianwen smiled politely and took her seat.
"For those of you who are unaware, this is Marchioness Arianwen Gwydion, she is a guest of ours over the holidays."
There were various nods of understanding from the twenty-or-so other witches and wizards around the table.
"Now, please tuck in." Mrs Malfoy said from the head of the table, giving her permission for everyone to enjoy the veritable feast in front of them.
Arianwen ate in peace, the group of wizards in their immediate vicinity were questioning Draco about the chances that the Slytherin Quidditch team had of winning the cup that year. As Draco went into detail explaining various Quidditch manoeuvres and their tactics to 'annihilate the blood traitors and mudbloods', Arianwen allowed her eyes to gloss over, slowly making her way through a bowl of lentil soup. She was barely half way through when a voice from half way down the table interrupted her peace, bloody English people! So damn chatty.
"So, Lady Arianwen, how are you enjoying England? The weather here is somewhat more calm than your usual dwellings in Wales I believe?"
Arianwen carried on eating for a few moments before slowly directing her gaze to the man who was attempting to get her attention, Theodore Nott Sr. She tried not to let her distaste for him echo in her tone as she spoke, "I've had a lovely time with the Malfoy's and indeed the frost here is quite pretty but being Welsh, I can only allow myself to enjoy England so much."
Draco snorted in amusement, "I can't understand how you Welsh are so bloody proud of your tiny country." He drawled, smirking at her annoyingly. She frowned at him, struggling with his lighthearted teasing. Her frown deepened as the people close enough to hear the conversation mumbled their agreements.
"It's called patriotism, darling," she said, matching his expression, "quite a simple concept to grasp really, although I suppose that's just another prime example of the failures of the English education system."
Bellatrix cackled at this, alerting the others around the table to their conversation, "now now children, play nice."
Mr Nott Sr. cleared his throat loudly causing the others to stop talking immediately. Arianwen, however, was unwilling to engage in further conversation so returned her attention to her soup.
"My Lady?" The hollow voice of the older man cut through the room again.
Arianwen sighed dramatically, she placed her spoon down and clasped her fingers together on the table, finally looking at him with an expression of obvious boredom.
"You seem quite intent on preventing me from enjoying this carefully selected soup, sir. Something which is both irritating to myself and insulting to Mrs Malfoy, who puts such careful consideration into these delightful menus. So kindly spit it out." She felt Draco tense beside her, uncomfortable with her goading.
Fuck it, she thought moodily, let's stir shit up.
"Sharp tongued as ever," the older man smirked creepily, "just like your mother."
Arianwen's eyes grew darker, she glowered at the man. It was no secret that he'd tried it on with her mother but Arianwen disliked him more for the looks he gave her at social gatherings, as though he were attempting to undress her with his eyes.
"What point are you trying to make, Mr Nott? I assure you, you have us all on tenterhooks." She drawled sarcastically, feeling Draco shift next to her again.
His smile became nastier as he drawled on, "I had the pleasure of meeting with your uncle yesterday."
Arianwen laughed mockingly, "and how much did he pay you to tell people that it was a pleasure?"
"It was I, in fact, that made payment to him, your ladyship."
Arianwen raised an eyebrow in surprise, "and this is what you've been so desperate to discuss, I assume?"
He nodded his head, his hollow eyes boring into her own, "oh yes," he hissed, "I would have thought that my soon to be bride would wish to know how much I paid for her-"
"What?" Draco snapped.
Mr Nott sneered at him, "yes young Mr Malfoy, your little girlfriend is going to be my wife. When would you like the ceremony, my Lady?"
Arianwen laughed loudly, surprising the rest of the people around the table, who were watching her in awkward anticipation.
"And how much did you pay my uncle, sir? I assume that he drove a hard bargain?"
"Ri, wha-" Draco started.
"It's fine." She hissed under her breath so only he could hear, squeezing his leg under the table reassuringly.
Mr Nott had seen the exchange between the two and sneered even more gruesomely. "He promised me your hand as long as I agreed to renounce your due title of Duchess and abandon Myddfai House, all along with a pretty penny of course."
Arianwen smiled coolly, "oh wow, my uncle has really done one over on you hasn't he?"
"Excuse me?" He spat.
"Well you didn't really believe that he had the power to promise you such things, did you?"
She sat back in amusement, watching as the old man's face grew redder as he spluttered vengefully.
"Why do you want a sixteen year old girl anyway? I know your last wife was young Nott, but you're really taking your perversions to the next level, she goes to school with your son, no?" Bellatrix goaded, grimacing nastily.
"Age need not be a barrier, Lestrange." He drawled, turning his long pointed chin back to Arianwen, "now do enlighten me as to why you think you can break my contract with your uncle." He was sneering at her patronisingly now.
Arianwen inclined her head to him, "well having the strongest claim on my father's titles means that only I have the power to choose who I marry and I too find it rather disturbing that a sixty year old man would wish to marry a sixteen year old girl. Though let's not get into the topic of your disturbances, there are simply not enough hours in the day." She drawled sarcastically, keeping an irritatingly polite smile on her face the whole time.
He jumped to his feet, wand drawn but Draco mirrored his actions instantly, pointing his wand at the older man's head.
"I ought to curse you, girl." He snarled, wand pointed at her chest threateningly.
"You will do no such thing, Theodore, so either sit down or leave my house now." Mrs Malfoy instructed coldly.
Arianwen felt her mouth twitch, wanting to smile at the two Malfoy's for their assistance. The man pocketed his wand forcefully and turned to leave, growling at Arianwen as he went, "I want my money back, girl."
Arianwen raised an eyebrow coolly, "kindly remember your place, sir," she drew herself up in her chair regally, "you will address me correctly if you wish to converse any further."
He growled angrily, hand twitching towards his wand again.
"Forget it Nott," Draco snarled, his wand still pointed at the man.
"And what are you going to do about it, Malfoy?" He moved his hand towards the pocket where he'd stashed his wand moments earlier, but Draco was quicker. Mr Nott's wand flew from his possession and into Draco's hand.
"Out! Now!" Draco demanded forcefully, marching the man from the room.
"You'll pay for this, Malfoy!" The man's distant shout echoed through the manor from the Malfoy's entrance hall.
Bellatrix, whose face had remained in an expression of deep amusement throughout the fracas, tutted at Arianwen.
"Better get Nott his money back before little Draco gets himself into trouble."
Arianwen spoke confidently, thinking about the time that Draco cast a spell so powerful it cracked Antaeus Carrow's skull, "Draco can handle himself just fine."
Although a foreboding look between the Lestrange brothers caused her to doubt herself somewhat.
"Besides," Arianwen smirked, "dear Uncle Dafydd is quite practised at the art of thievery, I imagine Mr Nott's money is unreachable now."
There were some murmurs of discomfort around the room but Arianwen simply shrugged at them, "it's his own fault for being such a fool."
A/N: I've been writing furiously in my spare time while I'm away, hopefully will have the next chapter up around the same time next week (fingers crossed a bit sooner). Let me know what you think! And thanks soooo much for everyone who has reviewed so far, keeps me going strong! :)