I know, it's been a while, but, I was busy with finals. My first year of college is finished! Anyway, read on -
"Mr. Potter," a voice said over the din of breakfast.
Harry turned to see McGonagall walking towards him.
"Yes, Professor?" he replied.
"I have your schedule," she told him, holding out a piece of parchment. Harry took it, and put it on the table. "Also," she continued. "I have to move your detention to next week, I will let you know exactly when in class"
"Yes, Professor," he nodded.
She quickly passed the schedules to his friends and walked away.
"Tough luck, mate," Dean said once she wasn't in ear shot.
"Eh, it's okay. At least it's only one detention, and she didn't take any points off," Harry shrugged. He picked up his schedule, and looked it over.
"Well, today isn't too bad," he commented.
"Until after lunch, at least," Ron agreed. "Herbology, and Transfiguration should be fine, but Defense with Lockhart right after lunch? It's like they want us to suffer."
"Or vomit all over his robes," Neville said, trying to brighten the mood. They all glanced up at the new professor. He was dressed in robes of a light shade of turquoise.
"Asking for someone to vomit on those things, he is," Seamus laughed.
"Well, we don't want to be late for Herbology," Hermione said suddenly, standing up.
"Er-mine- e," Ron said through a mouth of toast. He swallowed before continuing. "We still have fifteen minutes."
"And it takes ten minutes to walk there," she told him.
He glared at her for a few moments. She just gave him a hard look until he threw his piece of toast back onto his plate.
"Fine," he grunted.
They all stood up, and started to walk out of the hall.
"Hey, Potter," a voice called after them.
Harry turned around to see Oliver Wood jogging after them.
"You guys go ahead, I'll catch up," he told them.
"I'm glad I caught you," Wood said when he reached Harry. "I just wanted to make sure you were going to try out for the team this year."
"Of course," Harry nodded
"Great, try-outs are next week. I'll see you there," Wood grinned.
"Count on it," Harry replied before Wood returned to the table.
Harry turned and quickly made his way through the castle to the greenhouses. He slipped in with two minutes to spare.
"What was that about?" Seamus asked him when he moved to an empty place in front of some pots.
"Wood wanted to make sure that I was still planning on trying out for the team," he explained.
"You have no reason not to," Ron spoke up.
"Exactly," Harry grinned.
"He's a blithering idiot, he is," Ron said as he threw his books into his bag.
"I'm sure he didn't expect them to act that way," Hermione insisted.
"Oh, sure, he expected Pixies to do what he wanted?" Seamus scoffed. "I just wanna know what Dumbledore though when he hired him."
"He was the only applicant," Harry told them.
"How do you know that?" Dean asked him. "You always know everything."
"I guess I just hear things," Harry shrugged.
"Hi, Harry. Hi, Ron," a voice said from behind their group.
They all turned around to see a tiny first-year Gryffindor.
"Hey, Colin, how're classes?" Harry replied.
"Good, although, I don't think Professor Snape likes me much," Colin told him.
"Don't worry about it," Ron spoke up. "He doesn't like anyone outside of Slytherin."
Colin nodded.
"You coming, Colin?" another first-year asked from a few yards away.
"Be right there," Colin replied. "See ya, Harry. See ya, Ron."
He jogged to the group of first-years, who huddled around his, trying to figure out what he had been doing.
"Ahh, first-years, small little buggers, aren't they?" Ron sighed.
"Yeah, just like you were a few months ago," Harry replied.
The others started to laugh, while Ron turned red.
Harry,
It's good to know that you got there safely. Kelly and I are on our way back home, so the next letter will take longer.
We will talk about the incident on the train the next time you are home, but for now, I trust Minerva. Thank you for telling me about it.
Dad
-oOo-
Harry,
I wish I could of seen her. I know I don't know Snape, but I still feel like he deserved it.
It's back to just me in the house. I mean, Dad's here as well, but he's at work during the day. I mostly just watch TV. School doesn't start for another week, so I'm trying to go through as many movies as possible til then.
Hedwig reached us just a few hours before we left for the airport. She must have flown all night to get here. Dad made her rest for an hour or two before letting her leave with our letters.
Miss you,
Kelly
-oOo-
Minerva,
Harry told me, briefly, about the incident in his letter. I will talk to him about it when he gets home. Until then, I am sure you will know how to deal with it.
L.J. Gibbs
"Yes, I will need a volunteer to truly explain how I eliminated the threat the troll brought to the village," Lockhart said with his trademark grin on his face.
He looked around the class. No one was raising their hand. He grinned at them.
"Come on, now, don't be worried. None of you will be hurt."
Still, no one raised their hands.
"Alright then, Harry, boy, why don't you come up and give it a try."
Harry blinked slowly. He had expected this type of attention from the man, and was prepared for it.
"I'm sorry professor, but I truly do not understand what I would have to do," he said.
"Well, come on up, and I will instruct you through it," Lockhart replied.
"I'm afraid I cannot, sir."
"May I ask why not?"
"I'm not feeling very well, sir."
Lockhart took a step back, blinking rapidly. He looked slightly flustered, and took a drink of water from a cup he conjured.
"Well, Mr. Thomas, how about you come help," he said, turning to Lavender.
"I'm sorry sir, but I cannot either, I think something is going around."
All of the boys in the class nodded. Some started to fake cough, while others hugged their stomachs.
Lockhart rubbed the back of his neck.
"Well, then," he stammered. "Just read about what happened."
"You're a bloody genius," Ron grinned once they were a decent distance from Lockhart's class. "How did you figure that out?"
"He isn't exactly smart, and not very good under pressure," Harry shrugged.
"Then how did he do everything he's written?" Seamus asked.
"He didn't," Harry simply said. "He probably made it all up, then convinced people to back them up for him."
"How'd ya figure?" Dean questioned.
"If you actually look at his books, they overlap a few times. So, if they were all true, at some points he would have been in up to three places at once."
"Always knew he was a fraud," Ron muttered.
Harry took a deep breath. The morning was just starting and the air still had a damp sense to it. It was good to be on a broom again. He skimmed the pitch below him for any hint of gold. He watched as Alicia, Angelina, and Katie wove in and out of their challengers. He didn't understand why anyone would want to break the trio up; they worked almost perfectly together.
Wood was protecting the hoop against the three girls, while another boy, a backup tryout, was holding his own against the other three chasers.
The Weasley twins were messing around with the bludgers. No one had even bothered trying to take their place on the team.
A large group of spectators were sitting in the stands.
"You ain't gunna make me lose my spot, Potter," a voice said from his left.
Harry looked over to see Kenneth Towler hovering near him.
"I had'ta fight ta get it last year, and I ain't gunna lose it to a sec'nd year with a fame issue."
Harry had to keep himself from laughing.
"Whoever gets it will earn it, Towler," he said. He spotted a glint of gold along the edge of the pitch. "And the best player will get it."
He shot off after the snitch. Towler turned, and let out a growl. He sped after Harry, but Harry's broom easily outpaced his own. Within seconds, Harry had the snitch in his hands, and was touching down.
"Tha's not fair, you were distracting me!" Towler yelled.
"You started the conversation," Harry told. "It's your own fault for not looking for the snitch while talking."
"Not the point!"
"Towler, chill," one of the twins said as they landed next to the seekers.
"Chill! Chill!" Towler howled. "He cheated!"
"I think you should leave," Wood calmly told him.
"No, I deserve to be on tha team."
"Having problems?" a deep voice said.
They all turned to see the Slytherin team laughing at them. Five of them were lined up, shoulder to shoulder, with their captain in front of them.
"What're you doing here, Flint?" Wood asked him. "I booked the pitch today, clear off."
"It's a large pitch, I'm sure we could work it out," the Slytherin captain smirked.
"Right," one of the twins snorted.
"I booked the field, it's ours today," Wood bellowed.
"Well, I have a note from Professor Snape to let us have the field to train our new seeker," Flint said.
"You have a new seeker?" Wood questioned, looking at the green team.
A small figure moved out of the shadows of the much larger players.
"Who're you?" Wood asked him.
A look of disgust crossed the boy's face.
"What're you doing here, Malfoy?" Ron spat as the group from the stands made their way to the team.
"If you must know, Weasel, I am the new Slytherin seeker," Malfoy replied with a smug tone.
"You, what did you do, buy your way onto the team?" Seamus laughed.
Anger took over Malfoy's face.
"Of course not, unlike the players on your team, I got in on talent. It seems like your players are chosen by how pitiful they are."
"Of course, that's the deciding factor, we hold tryouts just for the fun of it," one of the twins said.
"Are those 2001s?" Harry asked, noticing the brooms the Slytherins' were holding.
"Only the best for the best. A gift, from a generous parent," Flint grinned.
"He means Malfoy senior," Harry heard one of the twins mutter.
"Of course," the other replied.
"Good luck keeping up to us on those old things," Malfoy said, looking at the Gryffindor's brooms. "I suppose a museum would be interested in them at this point."
"At least the Gryffindor team will be more than just fancy brooms. They will be playing with actual talent," Hermione spoke up.
Malfoy looked at her with disgust.
"You obviously know nothing about anything, you filthy little mudblood," he spat at her.
Harry felt his blood boil. He had heard the term once while in Diagon Alley with McGonagall; she had explained it to him, and had forbidden him from ever saying it.
The only thing that kept him from attacking Malfoy was Wood holding him back by his collar. The girls were screaming at Malfoy, and trying to hold the twins back at the same time. Flint had tried to pull Malfoy behind him, but he wasn't fast enough.
Ron had apparently forgotten that he had a wand in his pocket, and threw a punch at the blond. Blood started to drip from Malfoy's nose. Dazed, he lifted his hand to his face. He lifted his hand to eye level, to see blood coating his fingertips.
"I'm bleeding! You're gunna bay for that, Beasley," he growled through the blood, and leapt at Ron.
Harry wasn't sure exactly what happened next, all he knew was that both teams, as well as his friends, ended up standing in front of McGonagall's desk with its owner, and Snape watching them all carefully. The students all stood in silence, their heads down.
"I am very disappointed," McGonagall finally said. A few of them looked up slightly, only to look back down when she looked at them. "In all of you. I must say that I expect much more than this from every single one of you. Now, would someone like to explain what happened?"
At first, no one said anything. Then, about half of them started to talk at once.
"Silence," Snape ordered, and they all instantly stopped talking. "Malfoy, explain."
"Be bere going to bractice," the blond Slytherin started, but Snape sighed, and stopped him.
Snape lifted his wand, and quickly mended Malfoy's nose.
"Thank you," Malfoy said. "We were going to practice, when the Gryffindor team showed up. They got jealous of our new brooms and Weasley attacked me."
"That's not true!" Ron shouted.
"Did you not attack him?" Snape questioned.
"Well, I did, but," Ron stuttered.
"Then what?"
"Malfoys lying, Professor," Harry told McGonagall. "We were already there, for tryouts, when they just walked onto the pitch. They said that, cause of a note from Professor Snape, they could take the pitch from us. The broomsticks did come up, but not because we're jealous. Hermione made a comment, and Malfoy called her a you-know-what. That's why Ron punched him."
"Is this true, Ms. Granger?" McGonagall asked Hermione.
"Yes, professor," she quietly replied.
"Do you really believe Potter's tale?" Snape questioned.
"It certainly seems more believable than Mr. Malfoy's," she replied. "It seems that the blame falls with both parties, as such, you will all be punished equally."
"What?" Malfoy exclaimed. The rest of the Slytherin team turned to Snape.
"They attacked us, Professor."
"We didn't do anything."
"It's all their fault."
"Unfortunately," Snape said over them. "I have no choice but to agree with Professor McGonagall. Lowering yourselves to muggle dueling."
"You will all receive detentions, and fifty points off of each house. You will be informed of your detentions tomorrow. For now, I would suggest returning to your dormitories, and staying out of any further trouble," McGonagall ordered. "Professor Snape, if you could escort your students back to Slytherin. I will make sure mine return as well."
Grumbling, the Slytherin's let Snape lead them out of the office. The Gryffindor's watched their head write on a few papers before standing up. She walked to the door, with the group behind her.
"You should all be ashamed, there is a reason no dueling is allowed on grounds, especially muggle dueling," McGonagall said as they walked. "I cannot fault you in your reasons; protecting one's own is a noble thing. The execution, however, is the problem. I do not want to hear about any of you fighting again."
They all nodded.
"Ms. Granger," McGonagall continued. The girl looked up; tears were welling up slightly in her eyes. "You will not be receiving a detention, you did nothing wrong."
Hermione nodded and seemed to look less upset.
The rest of the walk was silent. McGonagall led walked them into the common room, then went to return to her office.
The second she left, they were bombarded with questioned from their housemates.
Dad,
I got onto the Quidditch team! I beat last year's seeker easily. He's a little sore about it, but it was only fair.
The entire team got into a fight with the Slytherin team after Malfoy called Hermione a bad word. I'm sure Aunt Minnie sent you a letter about it. I'm sorry. I managed to not get involved at first, but a few of them were ganging up on Ron after he punched Malfoy. I couldn't leave him on his own. I didn't get severely injured, but a black eye.
Classes are going well, mostly. Not much is different.
Harry
-oOo-
Kelly,
Snape definitely deserved it. But, I think he is going to hold it over me for a while. The Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch teams (I got onto the team, by the way!) got into a fight the other day when Malfoy called Hermione the M-word. Malfoy tried to blame us, and Snape was going to believe him, but Aunt Minnie wouldn't let him.
Is it really weird being home alone? I was never really all alone in the house. Although, I would probably do what you are doing. I like your plan with the movies. Watch as many as possible.
How's school going? Sometimes I wish Hogwarts had a few normal classes. Especially English. I've read a few essays for some of my friends, and they are horrible.
Love,
Harry
-oOo-
Leroy,
Unfortunately, Harry got into trouble again. The Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch teams got into a fight a few days ago. Although they will be punished for the fight, I cannot punish them for what initiated the actual fight. The Gryffindor's were protecting one of their own.
Harry is doing well.
Minerva
"Ahh, Minerva, exactly who I had hoped to see," a voice said.
McGonagall looked up from the papers she was grading to see the newest professor standing in the doorway to the staffroom.
"Is there anything you need help with, Gilderoy?" McGonagall replied.
"I simply wish to request that young Mr. Potter serve the detention he earned from the fight helping me answer me fan mail," the blond grinned.
"Is there any particular reason you want Mr. Potter, and not any of the others?"
"Well, I thought it was obvious. He started the fight for attention, an urge I feel I am responsible for. If I hadn't wish for him to join me for pictures at Diagon Alley he wouldn't feel a need for the attention. Of course, the need might have been oppressed had his father let him join me, but the past is the past."
McGonagall stared at the man. After a few seconds she decided that he was being serious.
"What benefit will Mr. Potter get from joining you for attention?" she questioned.
"Not only will he learn how to properly manage fan mail, a skill any up and coming celebrity should know, but, I will be passing some tips to him about fame-dom. I see myself as a mentor of sorts to him."
"I'm sorry, Gilderoy, but I already have plans for the Gryffindor teams detention. I will try to keep your offer in mind for any future offenses."
The pleased look on Lockharts face fell. He nodded and quickly left the room.
"Pompous fool," she muttered once he was gone.
"I thought it was funny," Sprout said from the other side of the room. "He actually thought he had a chance."
"Right, as if I'll let any of my students have a detention with him."
"Come in, Harry," Minerva said when Harry knocked on her office door.
He slowly walked into her office. She gestured to the chair in front of her desk, and he sat in it.
"I just want to talk tonight," she told him.
"About what?" he questioned.
"Anything you want," she replied.
He gave her a look.
"This is an odd detention," he slowly said.
"You need to talk to someone," she explained. "And I do not think your friends will understand everything you need to talk about."
Harry nodded slightly. Minerva smiled and flicked her wand. A tray floated into the room. On it was a teapot and some biscuits. She quickly poured them each a cup, and passed a plate of biscuits to Harry.
They sat in silence for a few moments. Harry kept looking around the room, avoiding her gaze.
"Mr. Wood seems excited about having you on the team," Minerva finally said. "Congratulations."
Harry's face lit up, and he latched onto the topic.
"Thanks. He is. I am too. I was really worried, but it was fine; I went to the pitch with the Weasley twins whenever we have free time, so I can get some practice in," he grinned. "They threw small balls randomly in the air, and I have to catch them. I only missed about ten of them, and those were really just bad throws."
"Just make sure your school comes first," she warned him.
"I know," he groaned.
"How are your other classes?"
"Okay. Well, most of them are great. Charms is a lot of fun, we moved to Greenhouse Three in Herbology, and, cause we're really just reviewing some stuff from last year, it's all really easy."
"And what about the rest of your classes?"
Harry groaned again. He took a bite of a biscuit to postpone answering. She gave him a hard look, and he finally answered.
"Professor Binns keeps putting the entire class to sleep, Professor Lockhart set Pixies on us, and Professor Snape is still unfair to everyone but Slytherins."
She brushed off the comment about Binns, the ghost had always done that. The Pixie thing bothered her a little. She had heard about the incident, and had no idea why the man was still allowed to teach when he was obviously incompetent. She latched onto the Snape comment, however.
"You just need to ignore Professor Snape when he act unfair, and try to not give him any reasons to be unfair."
"I try not to, but even if my potion is better than a Slytherin's, I get a lower mark. And, he's been even worse this year. I think he is still mad about what happened."
"Do you think about what happened that night?"
"Of course, I loved how you shot him down."
She gave him a look. "That was not the part I was talking about, and you know it."
He sighed.
"I know. I really don't want to talk about it."
She nodded. He would talk about it when he was ready to; she knew that there was no way to push him.
"Then, would you rather talk about the fight on the Quidditch pitch?"
He turned red slightly.
"What about it?"
"What exactly happened."
"We were doing tryouts, when the Slytherin team came out. Wood told them that we had the pitch for the day for tryouts, but Flint wouldn't leave. I noticed the brooms, and asked about them. One thing led to another, and Malfoy called Hermione the M-word. Ron punched Malfoy, and a few of the Slytherin's started to attack Ron. I couldn't just leave him alone," he quickly rambled.
"No, you couldn't. As I said before, it was noble of all of you to stand up for your friend. However, I would not suggest fighting with any more Slytherins."
"I know, Snape is already out to get me."
"That's not why."
He just grinned at her.
She repressed the urge to roll her eyes.
"Get out of here. Also, let the others know that you will all be polishing the trophies in the trophy room for detention."
"I'll make sure to tell them."
"I mean it. If they aren't there, I will blame you."
He laughed as he left the office.
He quickly made his way towards the Fat Lady. The hallways were almost empty; he only passed two people on his way.
"Come…come to me…"
The sudden voice made him jump. He spun around, expecting someone to be standing behind him, but the hall was empty.
"Let me rip…let me tear…let me kill…"
He spun around again, but he was still alone. Picking up his pace, he started to move to the tower again.
Once he made it to the tower, he made a beeline for his room, and fell into bed.
I'm just tired, he told himself. It was just in my head.
He fell asleep quickly. His dreams were full of mysterious voices, making it hard to separate the real one from the fake.
Harry,
It is good that you defended your friend, but you need to stay out of trouble. I don't want to hear about you getting any more detentions.
Congratulations on making the Quidditch team. I know you'll do great.
Dad
-oOo-
Harry,
Did he really call Hermione the M-word? That's horrible! I hope he got the worst detention out of all of you.
It was a little weird at first, being home alone. Every sound seemed to be ten times louder, but I got used to it. I went through all of our movies, and even watched some of them twice. I also ate a lot, so Dad started to hide some of the good stuff. It sucks.
School's okay. I still can't get over the fact that they don't have normal classes there. If you decide to do any normal job, you're going to be in trouble.
Love,
Kelly
Dad,
I don't mean to get in trouble, it just kind of happens. I really don't like spending time in detention.
I really love Quidditch. We practice twice a week right now, but the twins keep saying that it will go up to three times a week soon. Our first match is in about a month, and I can't wait. I'm really busy now with practice and school, which is why it took me so long to respond.
Harry
-oOo-
Kelly,
He really did call her the M-word. Snape didn't punish him any more than the others, which made a bunch of us mad.
I think being home alone would be awesome, but I guess you're right; it might be weird at first. As for the food, at least he can't hide the ice cream. Oh, and make sure you check in the cabinet, behind the Tupperware. He loves to hide stuff in there.
I think that most of the wizard-born students are taught to read and write from their parents, and the rest of us went to school, but I don't think that everyone managed to figure out exactly how to write well.
A few of us got invited to a Deathday party by one of the ghosts in the castle. It's on Halloween, so I think that we are going to go to the beginning of the party, then go to the Halloween feast.
Love,
Harry
-oOo-
Mom,
I've been back at Hogwarts for a while now and a lot has happened.
I made the Quidditch team! I'm the seeker. Malfoy is the new Slytherin seeker. I don't know how good he is, but he may have bought his way onto the team. The entire team has the newest broom available, and we think that Malfoy's dad bought them.
I'm going to Nearly Headless Nicks Deathday party on Halloween. My group is going to go before the feast.
I haven't told anyone this, but I may have heard a voice after my detention with Aunt Minnie. I think it said something about killing. I don't know what to think about it.
I miss you so much. We all do.
Love,
Harry
"I'm glad you thought to go to the beginning of the party," Dean said as he grabbed on last handful of candy corn.
Harry shook his head, his mouth full of treacle tart.
"It was Hermione who suggested it," he said.
"Well, it's not like they can eat anything, so why would they have food?" the girl shrugged.
"They did," Seamus cringed. "Just nothing edible."
"Don't remind me," Neville groaned.
Suddenly, the food disappeared, and everyone started to file out of the hall. The group followed the flow of the crowd towards Gryffindor tower.
Blood…I smell blood…Kill…Time to kill…
Harry froze. It was that voice again.
"You alright, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Didn't you hear it?" he questioned. They quickly started to walk again as people pushed past them.
"Hear wha'?" Ron said through a mouth full of food which he had stuffed in his pockets.
"That voice."
"I didn't hear anything," Dean told him.
"Me neither," Seamus spoke up. Neville shook his head.
"I swear, there was a voice," Harry almost whispered. "You think I should tell someone?"
"No," Ron said. "You really want people to think you're mad?"
The crowd in front of them stopped suddenly.
"What's going one?" Hermione asked.
"The people closer to the front said that Mrs. Norris 'as been killed," someone in front of them said.
Harry started to push his way through the crowd until he could see what was going on. When he reached the front, he saw the cat hanging from a candle holder, a puddle of water flooding the floor below her, and…
"Enemies of the heir beware?" Malfoy's voice said of the buzz of students. He laughed. "You'll be next, mudbloods."
Harry felt his anger rise again.
"Shut up, Malfoy," he shot at the boy.
Malfoy glared at him, but it fell when Filch pushed him aside.
"My cat! Who did this to my cat?" he demanded. "Was it you?" he got in the face of a first year. "Or you?" he snarled at a sixth year.
"Who'dy'a think did it? Offed the cat?" Seamus asked when they were back in their room. They were all sitting on their own bed, with Hermione on the windowsill.
"No idea," Neville replied.
"Wish I did," Ron said. "Want to shake his hand."
"Don't say that," Hermione said. "It's horrible that anyone would kill a defenseless cat."
"That cat's not defenseless," Dean told her. "I've got scars from where she scratched me once."
"Either way, do you really want a killer at Hogwarts?" she pushed on.
"Can you really call someone a killer if they vanquished a demon?" Seamus laughed.
Hermione glared at him.
"What do you think, Harry?" Neville asked the boy.
Harry had been looking at the ceiling the entire time. His mind was working overtime. First, he had heard the voice in McGonagall's office, then in the Great Hall, and finally, the cat was found. They had to be connected.
He looked up at them at Neville's words.
"I have no idea," he simply said.
Harry,
Trust me; I know the relationship between you and trouble. Just try to avoid it.
Make sure that you keep up with your school work, even with Quidditch. I will try to visit for one of your games. I want to see you play.
I have some big news to tell you and your sister when you come home for Christmas.
Dad
-oOo-
Harry,
I can't believe he called her the M-word and that Snape didn't punish him. Remember that time you accidentally said the S-word?
Don't get me wrong, it was awesome, just a little weird at times. Did you know that our house makes a lot of noises? I checked the cabinet. Jackpot! Tons of snacks! I just have to try and not eat it all.
I bet all of the wizard-born students would fail if they came to our school. Just imagine. They would know nothing about math or science.
What's a Deathday party? It sounds depressing. Whatever it is, I hope it's fun enough to miss the feast.
Dad's up to something. He doesn't know that I've noticed, but I have. He's been quieter. It's weird.
Love,
Kelly
I don't really like this chap, it's very rough. I just hope it's not too bad. Okay, I have made some decisions about the story, and actually made them months ago, like, in February or something. But, I will let you all know that I may end up writing two fics in this universe, this one and a sequel. If I do, the final relationship with Harry will not be until the sequel, and he may be with some girls you don't like in this one. Just a heads up.
See ya.